In silence, pondering
The lost wonder
Lost innocence of
A life forced into survival
To struggle against those
Sworn to protect
Sworn to represent
Their black hearted betrayal
A mockery of the past
The honored dead mocked
As legacy gives way to ideology
And plot overcomes decency
The barbarians pillage
Rape and murder
As leaders sip champaign
And toast their sedition
Behind walls, they say, are racist edifices
To defend the border but not their interests
Money begets greed
Power begets treason
Drunk on the blood of the innocent
They revel in their intellect
Congratulate their narcissistic agenda
Genocide wets their appetites
As they wage war on humanity
Their dreams of conquest
Warm their psychopathic hearts
Death being their mantra
As they pledge to Luciferic oaths
They burn the world
And cheer the chaos
As a fitting end to
The race called
Man
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Fates Folly
Lost in the images
Doors to different feelings
Different faces
Different futures
Possible futures
Impossible losses to be experienced
Obsession the naked ego
To need everything
Want everything
Only to understand
Fates cruel trick
Fates merciless motive
After a lifetime to give everything, a man could dream of
Only to punish him in the same action
Leaving the choice an unbearable act
The sword of Damocles waiting to drop
You can have one future
But not all
With a blessing comes a curse
Pain with pleasure
A Masochistic moment
Choose your path
But , live with the choice
With love comes pain
Choose your action
Actions have consequences
You will be loved
But you will be hated
The balance will be maintained
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Consequences And Rewards
A quest for love
As I weigh the scales of possibility
Chances for happiness
Among the distant questions
Questions of futures
Some wistful
Some promising
Some fantastical
The choices arrayed before me
In shades of red, brunette, and pink
Love?
Caring or just need?
What is real?
What would last?
I stand at the precipice
A single step to begin
Another path of destiny
Another choice of fate
Is it avarice
To want it all?
Will I be rewarded for my efforts
My love?
Is it the path of heaven I see before me?
As I raise my foot to progress
I wonder
Or is it a hell of my own creation?
Am I the luckiest man in the world?
Or a fool?
I contemplate eden
A peace I have chased my whole life
With the first rays of dawn, I took the step
Though to be honest
I wasn’t sure if this was the first Ray of Dawn
Or the dying light of Dusk
Light or darkness
A single step would determine the truth
My future is determined by
A single choice
A single step
A single act
Clarity becomes purpose
Actions have consequences
The choice has been
Made.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
In The Image Of An Angel
Each day, a gulf between us
A chasm of unimaginable emptiness
As I shamble along this mortal coil
An eternity of moments slowly marches forward
Silence, utter silence, my torturer
As I wait, for a moment of solace, an instant of respite
A word of peace
In darkness, waiting, needing you to free my cold bitter heart
With the brilliance of your caring
I am buoyed by the sure knowledge
Your presence uplifts my continence
Saves my soul
Time, the vile mistress
Tick, tick, tick
Punishes me for my arrogance
To dare love such a being of light
The intimate need consumes my fevered consciousness
Your thoughts uplift my dark awareness
Your image heals my battered ego
Your smile resuscitates my soul
Each moment apart is an eternity
A singular hell , lost in pain
Only to experience the nirvana of heaven
Each time we reunite
Each word, each feeling,
Each time we meet again
Brings me to…
Life
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Echos Of Eden: In The Spaces In-between
Echos of eden
In the garden of discontent
Lost innocence in the electronic spaces
Alone in the spaces between electrons and life
As the transients of the new age suffer unrequited love
Wandering aimlessly, the web of uncertainty
Seeking, searching their golden moments
Instants of connection, moments of solace
Connections of mental communion
Or physical ardor
Alone in the crowd, a soul among many
Wanting, needing …. something
A patriarchal reminisce
A matriarchal memory
Healing that empty cold experience
Or to forget the treasonous moment
And the fact they were abandoned by life
Separated by distances by languages by blood
Realizations become evidence
Evidence becomes clearity
The world is simply a grand illusion
The actual truth is it isn’t really here
At all.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
My Dark Fate: Each Moment Alone
Silence , louder than a gunshot
The pulse of emptiness, my constant companion
It’s the lonely heart that is maddening
As darkness becomes life
In contemplation of broken expectation
Repetitious moments of nothingness
As time stretches
Surety becomes insolence
Indifference a witness
Of events, yet material
The truth is a bitter pill
As promises become monotonous rout
In the face of steel cold expectation
Yet , never made real
Assurances ring hollow
As each grain of sand descends
Tick, tick, tick
Ringing like a gong in my brain
Though, in truth, passes in silence
A dream though held dear, yet in vain?
Once more, I’m left wanting… needing…
Believing in the shining contemplation
The image of the fortunate
Drunk on the wine of the amorous soul
Yet, betrayed by my foolish fate
Adrift on the questioning tide
Of Indifference
Each day I wake , pursuing a future
That exists in a flux on ambiguity
Like mists at dawn, fleeting
Ethereal
Unreal
Such is my witness
Each experience, flavorless
Unsubstantiated
Unrequited
Never reciprocated
I exist, survive the onslaught
Of inner demons
As they celebrate my misery
Cheer my pain
As the beauty I pursue seems oblivious
Of my tortured existence
My doubtful gaze
I suffer in silence
With baited breath
And hope against hope
My emotional wounds are self-inflicted
Rather than a Damocles blade
To strike my already broken and battered soul
Shattering a future yet written
A fate left undreamed.
An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe
A Momentary Kindness
The value of a heart
Transcendent dreams unfettered
By thoughts of mortality
Consideration of tomorrow
Alive with the moment
As newness reverberates
Through the fertile Spring
No question of choice or experience
Just action , taking the prize
With baited breath, silent anticipation
Taboo expectations accompany
Reckless abandon
Tomorrows, unthought of
The past a shadowed phantom
Adrift in realization of the now
The Secret agreed upon
Ecstatic occurrence in present relief
Emotions unconsidered
Consequences rendered moot
Tender darkness , the gift of fate
Wealth of uttered breath
Whispered thanks to no one
Warm the brief embrace
To ward against the bitter emptiness
Three shared the respite
Together, alone, cold the passage
Traveled in silence
Souls wept
Separated, by distance
Frozen in memory
Shared a moment , a kindness
Lost to the grave
The road less traveled
The time long passed
Nevermore experienced
In the end, nothing lasts
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Snapshots, Moments and Memories
In the quiet of the night, I see her there
The beauty of her face calling me
Wanting me
Her eyes like jewels, the blue of the sky
Glimming bright and alive
I feel my heart warm as she beckoned me near
Her smile moved me.. her laugh was love
I saw her there in dreams calling to me as we shared an umbrella on a rainy spring day
Oh, how I wanted her as we were caught up in our youth…. in the moment
I snapped her picture, and there was no one else there, just me and her and the spring shower…
Locked in the moment
We loved in the moment
As we shared our youth
The moment
Ourselves
Alive together , we relished
Each other, for an instant, we were one
Closer than friends
Closer than lovers
We shared a bond of youth
A bond of life
A bond of experience
We may never cross paths again
But we experienced life in all its many
Facets, colors, feeling
A marriage of youth
Of life
Of love
A Snapshot, A Moment, A Memory
And in the end, that’s all we really are left with…
Snapshots, Moments, and Memories
A love forever remembered.
An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe
Love Unimagined
Desire
A self-fulfilling reality
Selfish by design
Without a thought of another
A plain blank page
Consideration of nothing
But need in the moment
A use without guilt
Purpose without care
Taking…all that has meaning
Value, worth
Leeching of everything that represents goodness
Until emptiness remains
A life without meaning
Adrift in the void
Of a grey existence
Just another day in a place called
Earth…
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Innocence Lost
A spark of insight
The wonder revered
As so many chased it
Yet so few understood
The nature of their desire
Fated in silence
Years passed them alone
As they wandered searching for meaning
Lost in a facade built to misdirect
To confuse them
Illusions of grandeur
Hidden in lies of benefit
Being the boss, only to show they weren’t
Thinking they had value
Only to find they were the discarded dream
Used then left to fade away
As age slowly takes them
Leaving … the empty , disjointed, the lost
The Truth finally appears
That it all was a scam, a misdirection, a promise of lacking, wanting
They followed the false idol
Of the physical ..
Abused the moment in hopes of the dream
Yet years became unforgiving masters
Yoking them to the image
Wrought in self abuse
Dissolutioned by their experiences
As reality raped them again and again
Breaking hope , sundering their souls
A gift of despair, an inheritance of hate
Bequeathed for the weary hearts that
Traveled the bitter lane
Their youth extinguished as the Seconds
Dragged forward day passing to day
A moment at a time.. forced to live a present that a past future delegated
In the silences of each twilight
The glimmers of promise perish
As their legacy is revealed
The scope of the deception finally
Apparent
As the darkness engulfs them
Closing in on every side
The idea slowly fades
Leaving the nothing… in its place.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
