Biography of Stephen Beam
a son of God, I was born on father's day back in 1981.
scarred i was, born with a bi-lateral cleft lip and palate. But, i got past it and have come into myself as as an artist and a student of the fine arts. I pull my writings from my inspirations, which are vast.
i have a style of writing i have grown to love and it's Epic poetry and poetry in a lyrical song-like form. My sister, The Dreamers Movement has noticed my writings have developed nicely. My Teachers have encouraged me to get my writing out there so here i am getting it out there. eventually i'd like to compose all my poems into a book with drawings and illustrations. plus, create a CD with the songs i have written.
Stephen Beam Poems
Children Of The Lamb
Litte child of mine, lay down tonight You left and wandered away You left and wandered astray I followed
Welcome to the Masquerade... in a way a prison Horrors of this macabre feature run it's vision Hidden behind facades, lie the lost and soulless Living the days a pill at a time... high moments
Earthen Mind And Body
Past cliffs and rocky shores, lies a horizon without the moores With nothing to hold me but the waves making their tours Living particles of life in wet dirt, i live for God's breath His breath to lift and deposit me elsewhere on this shores breadth
(Paraphrased from Micah 7: 8-10) Never again will you gloat over me
Retro scenes of black and white, Become a shaded yellow Side by side, Flickering to a steady heartbeat
Broken molds, open sores, unsealed doors These lead to this biblical preservation The only way to kill this grudge with force Is to become like Jesus, forever the forgiver
Path Of Pain And Love
Papyrus cities welcome my ink trails As i leave prints of thoughts through plastic Taking time to rest never fails Having done that i resume this journey
When Darkness Falls
'... Bones pulsate and shake as death applies it's chokehold...' Pieces of me float about the aura of this evil ridden body Perhaps i am who you say i am, a peasant of no worth
Am I... But a Man, a man held within this cell within this prison A Son born of my mother, earth; a restless soul of the wind
Intro: What must one self-indulgent, Ego driven Man go through Because Love spares pain when one, makes it vocal...
Hello my dear, it's been so long maybe a year... Have i but one desire this close to your threshold For when i reach my peak, i reach for your home
I The Reaper...
Voices whisper on the salty air of this seaside port, giving way to the demented voices in my own head the old, yet familiar feeling of rage and lust courses and grows, leading to where my heart last bled
'Alas, i'm stuck between a rock and a hot place.' Bastards... Souls resigned to their evil design... Winged and striped...Flying convicts in a honeycomb mine
Night In Solitary
Pharisees among thieves guiding a life to a darkness Slipping like Christ on the way to calvary, he's picked up Held between demonic hypocrites like a carcass... Now his night begins with a metallic clank of the doors lock
Welcome to the Masquerade... in a way a prison
Horrors of this macabre feature run it's vision
Hidden behind facades, lie the lost and soulless
Living the days a pill at a time... high moments
One Low and out come the monsters 'n Demons
All they do ends in solace with 'comforting reasons'
The penance? a selfish high gained by pawn-like behavior
Vampires draining us all till self-preservation's a savior