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The BEat Beat Without
Dear Beat Within
I have previously wrote and you put several of my poems in your
magazine and for this I am truly grateful. I am now sending some
more poems but also a writing of some deep thoughts I had and put
on paper that might be helpful to some of your readers.
Thank you so much for your time and kindness.
Your friend.
The Meaning Of Life
Life can seem truly meaningless. No matter how good of a person
you are Or how many good deeds you do, you are only remembered
for your mistakes.
Honestly, does it matter what other people think of you? When
they die and everyone that knew you are dead, so are you and any
trace that you ever existed?
Being a good person makes ourselves feel good, but in truth,
being bad can bring us equivalent happiness.
Everything you hold dear and cherish can be ripped from us in
the drop of a dime. What is sadness except “want.” Wanting either
something we never had or something we once had and no longer
do, and the dislike of circumstances which we can’t control or that
we could but did so wrongly.
People in general are evil, self-seeking, lying, wretched beast.
In my opinion, if God has ever made a mistake it surely is the
human. Life is nothing more than a series of choices and we as
humans are guaranteed to make a few wrong ones.
Sometimes life brings us joy, like the smile of your child or the
love of your mother, but in general, life is cruel. Everyday is a test
filled with choices and the ones we make will determine whether
people will consider us good or bad, but just because people might
consider something bad or evil, does it really mean it is? Or is it
only important that we draw pleasure such as joy and that is how a
man will be judged “by what he takes pleasure in.”
Who’s to say what is right or wrong for one man and maybe
what’s wrong for one man isn’t wrong for another. All men die and
only a few really live. I hope I can live before I die.
Who’s to say what
is right or
wrong for one
man and maybe
what’s wrong for
one man isn’t
wrong for
another.
The Beat Witout
Volume 17.01/02
Robert Buetow
We are honored to have back the writings and thoughts of Robert
Buetow. Robert sends his latest submissions from the adult correctional
facility, NCC, which is located in Burkeville, Virginia. We do not know
a lot about Robert, but what he so kindly shares speaks to us, and we
are sure to you too. We are so grateful to showcase the heart and soul
of Robert Buetow, We hope to hear more from our friend in 2012.
Undeserved Forgiveness
(Dedicated to Samantha L Buetow)
As I sit on a bunk made of steal
I wonder is all this pain I feel real?
I’ve lost everything and everyone that mattered
I sit in the dark, I’m cold and my heart is shattered.
I was the richest man on the face of this earth
I was blessed from God, on the day of her birth.
Her eyes are green and hair light brown,
the greatest smile that could ever be found.
But she too sits in the dark, cold and sad
because she lost her mentor, her hero, her dad.
Such destruction was left in the path I chose.
Can it all be mended? Only God knows
So I’m praying for a divine reconciliation
As I sit on this bunk wrapped in humiliation
I search for undeserved forgiveness
I know I don’t have the right to ask this
One more chance to be your father
I long for the day I can hug my daughter
Your are the greatest gift I ever had
With all my love, your dad.