Ice

Icy grey attitude
solid, frozen anger;
arrow aimed and shot,
made of crystal cold.

Marbled intensity,
frostbitten fear flying;
missiles strike, war is fought.
emotions uncontrolled.

Diamond desperation
chills to the inward bone.
Hardened spear hits the spot;
icicles of ire scold.

Sandy friction loosens
the grip of iced longing;
trampling all tempting thoughts,
plotting ever to be told.

Leaven raises and is warming,
melts the coldest of hearts;
Love's arrows freely sought
penetrate, defeat cold.

©2012 Cherie Boeneman

Uphill (Haiku)

Uphill to nowhere

That is how it feels most days

Dirty, muddy path.

Time

Time

Tick Toc

Terrible, Threatening ,Toxin

Tyrant, Terrorizing

Termination

Instant
Immediate, Illusory
Incredible, invalidating, Incinerating
Insinuating, infiltrating
Infliction.

Maximum
Massive, Melting
Monstrous, Maddening, Misery
Murder, Massacre 
Multiplication.

Eternal
Everlasting, Eviscerating
 Evaporating, Exasperating, Enraging
Exhausting, Evacuating, 
Emotion.

Mania Anacrostic

Irritability
Terrible tremors
Severe, serious shaking.

Movement
Aggressive anger
Never needs naps
Increased impulsiveness including imbibing
Always anguished awareness and awake.


©2012 Cherie Boeneman

Heartbeat (Haiku)

Life has a heartbeat

A pulse unique to each

Beating to its time.

Fragmentation

Part of my personality
seem to dissipate,
disappear into thin air
as I watch and wait.

I sense the pieces leaving me,
I feel far away
and voices seem quite distant;
my soul goes astray.

My disintegrating spirit
screams in great distress,
goes unheard by anyone
as it's dispossessed.

How can the several  fragments
be reconnected
What process will be employed,
used and directed?

That scares me more than the illness;
almost has to pain
as much as tearing apart
sections of the brain.

But if agony is required
to get the outcome
of entire cohesion
I'll gladly take some.


©2012 Cherie Boeneman

The Other Guy

If eyes are the window to the soul
his soul is on the way to Hell;
Creepy and distant,
blue but vacant.

He reminds me of those guys who shoot
innocent folks for the pleasure;
Paranoid and strange,
He looks deranged.

He's running for a seat in Congress
but we really cannot afford
to elect him now;
crazy, and how.

Season and Time (Haiku)

Leaves yellow and gold

Falling and spiraling down

Like season and time.


©2012 Cherie Boeneman

Politics (Haiku)

Politics slithers

quietly and evilly;

bites like a viper.

Altered Reality

Disease melting sanity,
overreaching defenses,,
breaking down barriers
like a Hollywood horror.
Infecting a person's mind,
transforming personality,
distorting perceptions
and mind altering reality.
No one must know,
the alien must be hidden
inside and kept quiet;
It must not escape.
It cannot be contained
and finds it's way through
to the surface and shows
itself to an unsuspecting
world, which is unprepared
for the changed and afflicted
victim that was their friend.
It is mental illness.

Fall Changes (Haiku)

Summer green changes

First yellow green then yellow

While leaves change for Fall

Lies (Haiku)

Lies consume the soul

Like moths making holes in wool;

Eat moral fiber.

Paranoia

I wonder about paranoia sometimes;
that it's not paranoia if someone
is really out to get you;
if the suspicion is true.

It can be quite difficult to tell these days;
technology being so efficient,
people can spy upon you
and there may well be no clue.

You may be crazy, then again maybe not.
Or maybe both are at the same time true.
Paranoia could be there
as well as a real snare.

The solution to this issue is like this:
You should take the problem seriously
and act so as to stay sound;
better that then suffer wounds.

©2012 C. Boeneman

Ode to Death

There is much to be said for the grim.
The blackness that calls funeral hymns.
The ravens gather as if to celebrate
another soul left to seek the one Gate.
There is freedom in the leaving;
There is infinite tapestry weaving.
The seal of the final, wax from the ring.
Chorus from the netherworld sings.

The tunnel awaits, so does the light,
but what lies beyond is an unknown sight.
Seek it or fear it,  THAT is the question.
To be or not to be is the same equation.
Many are drawn to the power of light
energy that draws souls to the bright.
But some are afraid of the power therein
and shun the light due to original sin.

Darkness can be comforting to these;
the quiet and coldness offer peace.
Some seek it from the very start
knowing they don't deserve to take part.
So they seek the dusty, dank grave
knowing that their soul can't be saved.
It's  a good thing they seek then,
eternal quiet for those women and men.

Turning It In

I hereby turn in my soul.
I think I am done with it.
You can have it back.
Anyway, it doesn't fit.

It always was way too large
for a person small minded;
couldn't stretch that far,
The brightness of it blinded.

The body sought rejection
from the very beginning.
They should have melded
but there was no imprinting.

At last, I could take no more,
the pain was way too much
I have to leave now
And abandon it as such.

Thanks for the loan, I never
intended it this way.
I tried hard, you know,
I just cannot stay.

Divine Punishment

"You are a punishment from God,"
they say with such certainty.
I know they believe it;
it's hard not to feel odd.

Yes, I'm unique and different
maybe with some social quirks.
But am I a sanction
from the Divine Referent?

It sure feels that way many times,
like I'm  totally worthless,
that I have no place here,
my being a cosmic crime,

I do not want to live this way,
I do not want to exist.
I want to escape life
and finally go away.

©2012 C. Boeneman

Empty

I think I've written all there is to write;
there's nothing left inside me.
I am now as empty as can be,
there is nothing left to come to light.

Emptiness is the symptom of what's wrong
All the meaning departed.
The deadly rot inside has started
and nowhere do I think I belong.

There seems to be nothing left to be said
because I feel so little.
My emotional life seems brittle.
The truth is that I may as well be dead.

I'm wondering if this also shall pass
and all the inspiration come back
or if it if gone and has gone black.
I hope it is the former not the last.

©2012  C. Boeneman

Changes (Haiku)

Leaves turning color;
Changes in life and season,
Inevitable.

Summer into Fall,
Fall leaves into Winter snow
Life into a death.

©2012 C. Boeneman

Pain (Haiku)

Aching reminder,

Pain speaks to being alive

among animals.

Lemons to Lemonade

Turning lemons into lemonade
is my newest point of view.  
I need to see  the positive    
instead of me getting blue.

There are two sides to every coin:
Obverse and reverse; heads,tails.
Positive, negative choices;
choose to win or choose to fail.

There's crisis or opportunity
in everything you meet.
How you see what is happening
determines win or defeat.

I choose to see opportunity
in what looks like a big snag.
It is far less stressful that way;
success could be in the bag.

©2012 C.Boeneman