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The Mirror Of The Real

Defined by your reality
Justified by your friends
Vilified by your enemies
You are part of a reality

Sins, of the days
Carry us into the darkness
Convinced, you are just fulfilling
Your life’s path, as you continue

Your image, distorted as it is
In the mirror of your own morality
Thinking, this is what mortality
Has to offer,  darkness

As you walk the path of delusion
Thinking as you do, that you are
The first, to pass this way
The sense of selfish righteousness

The older you get, you either
Become aware of the fools path
You have walked, and fight for the , light
Or the dark takes you , as you become
Nothing
Just a pile of dust, and dry bones

Forgotten, pictures that crumble
Just as their subject did
In the end…forgotten
As they turn to dust,  and
Are
Gone.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe

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A Question of Fate

I am in the shadows
A war in my presence
Enemies unseen
I slipped their attempts

I try to stay aware
Yet, I am a target
Death, a presence
Ever close, waiting

Some how, I am still here
I have an angel, watching
Even as the worse events
play out

The end, appears close
Yet, I hear a voice saying
“Wait…endure….”
Even as my world is destroyed

Endure, as everything is taken
And, is gone…
I watch as the smoke ascents
Nothing left , just ashes and
Smoke..

In sack cloth, with ashes on my head
Repenting my life, and the moment
of my conception
I endured in my misery

And, then the light came… first
a beam then two angels to lift
me out of my sorrow

They spoke of forgiveness
They spoke of a new covenant
All that was, I will be blessed
with again
Not one life that was taken in
vain

Though, I knew their words were
true
As they took their leave of me
Still, I felt the pain
Of being
Human

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The Hero’s Path

The light is the guiding force
Even in the darkness
You can feel it there
Just on the horizon
Though you may be forced
to your knees
Be sure that the light
Will come
Sword in hand
As the first beams hit
Your eyes
You Rise.

A Original Poem By H.R. Beebe

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What The Fate’s May Ordain      

          

Rain..funny how it always seems to punctuate
My pain..a nightmare that oversees my life’s deconstruction

My home…gone
My love…ripped away
The bleakness palatable as I watched  it crumble, and fall away

Day to day…moment to moment
I keep moving.. the rain, a constant enemy
taunting me, a tyrant, a bully
Forcing me to live in this constant moment

It made me look at my life…and all my weaknesses…I continue to push back
Against my failures, I make the fates see
me, all of my conflicts, my victories with
the losses
I am told over and over, there is no way to stop it…change it, I am broken…
Echos, in my head…darkness, I was told to fear

I stood before the monster of my future.. and shouted “Never!!!”
I stood there in the cold rain.. and defied the evil that confronted me..
And…I kept moving forward

You know…the worst that could happen is it kills this physical construct…
But, it can never take the true me..the soul that dwells within..

The clouds gathered darker, as the cold steel rain continued…

I pulled my resolve around me like unseen armor… And
With conviction, courage and all the strength I could summon…
I stared into the tempest…
As I stepped forward.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe