Acid burned me as it touched My soul
Cauterizing the tattered expectation
As I stood there raw , my heart bared
To the assassin of my desire
Her tone harsh, she took her shot
Not caring, or even realizing the destruction
Her words wrought
We stand alone, each man an island in the darkness
Seek solace in a word, a touch, a smile
Separated from our dream
By the starkness of the bitter reality of life
We start out a wonder to be beheld, life the
gift of the enlightened
Slowly, purposefully, we are reined in
Extinguished, diminished until we are left hollow
Jaded, dissolutioned by the sheer carelessness, we encounter
We become embodiments of that rejection, that pain
Women lament the lack of good men, and yet
They fail to see or understand that
Their words and actions destroy the innocent heart, the loving spirit
Leaving only a bitter shell to pick up the pieces of the soul, they have ripped asunder
Until all that remains is a monster of selfishness and greed
An empty vessel devoid of love or compassion
A creature of their own creation and the perpetrator of this creation ultimately is
Themselves.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Conflict of the Inner life
Too tired to care
Nodding, I stare
Blankly
Trying remember
Why,
Why I continue
Why I believe
Why I love
An illusion of
Feeling
Caring, and not
A thought is all
That motivates
What I should be
How I should waste
A life, as if I
Was part of it
Yet only pretending
Going though the
Motions
I struggle with the
Truth, as I sit here
Trying to live the
Life I was taught
Be the husband
Be the father
As I contemplate
My role
Truth, is I don’t
Know
Who I really am
Though. I am supposed
To feel love
Sometimes, I feel
Nothing
Sad, caught up in
A real life drama
Of societal placement
A belief
Formed my understanding
As I move from day to day
An anachronism of
Another century
Left to live out
My role
Even if I don’t really
Understand my implication
That I feel nothingness
My soul struggles
To withstand the
Onslaught of
A day … A day
That continues.
And with it confusion
Boredom
And the nothingness
That is
That day..and again..
And
Again….and
Again……
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Being
If you think I am a denizen of this
reality
You would be mistaken
I am not controlled
By Thought
By The Physical
By The Program
I am not controlled
I see through the Program, the Process
the Indoctrination
My purpose is to see the Truth
be Free
So if you are looking for a slave
It’s not Me
If you want to be involved in Control
I will not be there
If you want the Truth
I can’t teach it or tell you it…
But..
I can show you the path..
You will have to walk it for Yourself
That is my Pupose…
I am a beginning point
A sign post..
That is what I am
I am Free
If you want true Freedom
Follow Me..
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Lost In The Moment
Like a word cursed in anger
My life was ripped away…
Like a jilted lover.. I was thrust
Into the street..uncertain of tomorrow
Today, is already happening
Nothing certain, my love torn from me
And.. there I stood.. for the first time in a while
A transient, in my own skin…
Punctuated, with a cold rain..
I was sure that, my future is being written
The endgame now stood in stark relief
Of a otherwise predictable existence
Each day, each moment..unknown..
I conducted each moment.. from that point
A step at a time, a blind man..in a mine field
Each step, a small victory.. or a mind blowing defeat..
Lost in that moment..all others unimportant
If I survive that next step..it is a unbelievable victory..
All the time aware..
I am standing on a knives edge
Failure could be just a step away
All I have left for certain is..
This moment..
A Original Poem Written By H.R. Beebe
