Moments of loss is where you found me
In the darkness with shadows all around
You called out to my pain
Promising a moment
Of peace
Though the light shown through the dimness
We connected in those moments
We shared a common heart
A common experience
A union of souls
With time, we bonded
Saw the chance of the future
To share the solace of closeness
The promise of unity
Time , an ever-present enemy
Plotted against the prize
To shear away the dream
Separate the reality from the expectation
Words more words, though, never
Actions, as the present lied
To the future, and the past faded
From view, leaving emptiness
It’s only a result. A byproduct of indifference
Where is the purpose
Where is the hope
Lost in moments spent
Alone
When did the darkness return?
Secrets, like cold drops of acid
Burning away the connections
Threats tearing away the dreams
Stumbling blocks placed in the way
Mere objects, money came to block
Promise, as trust was seared away
Chance, or was it predetermined?
Can love endure? Even unconditionally given? Can caring survive contempt?
When loyalty is offered up as a sacrifice for
personal desire?
Is the broken heart ultimately inevitable ?
When we are told what is coming, should we just accept what we are told? What we are shown.
Is that the point where we must just let go?
What about the promise?
What about the dream?
Are we destined for the pain?
What about our past together?
Have we reached a crossroads of fate?
Can we survive this present where you ask without giving, expect without question?
Do you never wonder if maybe you are wrong?
Question your own motives? Wonder if your viewpoint could have been reached in error?
Will love endure?
Will our dream endure?
Will our relationship endure?
When you act, do you ever
Question tomorrow?
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
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
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
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
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
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
