In Twilight wonder
The faded brilliance left
Me wanting, needing
Something, anything
To fill the void , mitigate
The shadows dwelling in
My sundered existence
Memories of the light
Haunting me, pulling me
Driving me to seek solace
In the walled off places
Hidden in my soul
I chased the spark here and there
Knowing full well the futility of it
As time has taught me the rarity
Of the dawn, once witnessed is unmistakable
Imitation and illusion is not a replacement
It becomes a prison of repetition
A duplication of failure
As I grasp at the real, reach toward the perception
Chase the dream, my mind concocted
As my memory tries in repetitious fashion
To duplicate my experience
To recreate the wonder of it all
To bear witness to the spectacle
The peace that took me as the dawn broke
To purify my tortured journey
Give it purpose, meaning
I traveled long and arduous roads searching
For any place or thing to remind me of that
Moment of Awe, that defined the reason
For standing in the darkness
For being punished for my audacity
To believe I was worthy of the blessing
Of clarity, of being juxtaposed from
A shadowed sub existence to
Having my deepest desire fulfilled
Oh, I have tread this path before to be sure
Even transcended to the light
But , without purpose, without meaning
To give understanding to the moment
It was wasted on a man blinded by ignorance
Stifled by the greed of a miserable past
It prevented the connection to true illumination
Left me empty inside, cold, alone
Each false dawn stole my resolve
Each time the light was taken from me
Destroyed a piece of my spirit until
I was convinced the darkness was all there was
I chased the morning with a longing I can’t readily explain
It has been expressed as brilliance as an awakening
Even a rebirth of sorts, granting new beginnings
However, until you stand witness to it
There are no words to describe
The feeling of the desolation drained
Of the spectacle of sheer joy
You encounter as the loneliness fades
The shadows are banished
Your eyes opened to the wonderous gift
Of the coming dawn
This is what it means to know unconditional love.
This is the actual experience of life.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
I Watch It Pass
The window shows the scene, a freedom
if you are willing to take it
And, yet most will look on as they sit wishing
their lives away and never experiencing it
So as the view changes, so changes their desire
It leads to sleepless nights, and restless days
At the thought, of the future, the old worries
arise, lost in a past that has worn out it’s welcome
Each sleepless night, I pay homage to the past
As the world changes outside my window
But, I never do…
A Original Poem By H.R Beebe
The Truth And The Darkness
Have you ever thought about
all that you have learned?
Where you have gone
Where you have come
Did you realize the truth
Have you learned it yet?
In the last moment will
you admit the waste?
Will it be your final error?
Nothing you got from school
Nothing heard on TV or radio
mattered..
You have a daily chance
To think outside this box
Or you can wait for the culling
Like all the rest, lost in the delusion
You exist, but just barely, a ghost that
Will fade in fifty or a hundred years
You will be gone, like you never were
A path of nothingness, lost in the abyss
A slave to the lie, a shadow in the end
When, the earth takes you back, recycled
That is the path of the slave without chains
Their lies blinded you, their paper controlled
you,
The system, owned you with empty promises,
And, emptier dreams
Either open your eyes, and see the truth
Or, follow the brainwashed masses
Controlled by the lie, stay in line
With the falsehood being the real chains
That bound you.
An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe
Just Have To Let Go Sometimes
I left my pain on the side of a dusty road
As I walked on a highway… carrying my
Life on my back , some dirty clothes and old memories scatter in amongst the few possessions.
As I walked, I shed all I thought I held dear
A piece at a time, the snow began to fall as the sun set on the path I choose.
Was it all a facade? Did I live a lie? Or maybe I just fooled myself, into believing I belonged.
Sometimes, you have to let go, and take another path, leaving the memories scattered
on the floor for someone else to remember.
As I walked , my feet got wet in my boots, my eyes got wet too taking a last look at my lies, things I made my heart hold till it finally banished the past a thought at a time.
Ahead of me lay uncertainty, a blank slated
The fates rolled their dice, regardless what
comes, I would rather face that, and face a thousand new situations being truthful with myself than living a fool’s life in control of nothing.
A cold wind blew as stuck my thumb out as a car slowed, just ahead stopping to offer me a ride , I smiled as I ran toward a new adventure, and a new life.
The snow continued.
An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe
