Where the Wind Blows (Haiku)

Wind blows where it wills,

Whispering as it travels;

Freedom's pure form.

Home of The Free?

America, Home of the Free...
or not so much these days;
more like home of Gestapo,
Patriot Act and N.D.A.A.

Free when the authorities want
and no more than they say.
We can be picked up, detained
at any time or on any day.

So says the law as written
by the elected ones
who care more for their power
than U.S. people in the long run.

But we have options; fight back;
rise up and we protest.
We can't let them take away
what the Founders left as our bequest.

©2012 C. Boeneman

On The Road

If I could,

I'd drive all day.

Free on the road

choose the way.

I love speed,

I love power.

No one to bow

to or cower.

Driving calms me

on a bad day.

I can just think,

I get away.

I'd keep going

for days sometimes.

Not caring where

or on whose dime.

The road is where

I'd rather be

All I can see

and I'm free.

Quick US History

Colonialism

Corporatism

Tyranny

Revolution

Freedom

Constitution

Republic

Corporatism

Tyranny

Revolution?

Suicide Is Freedom

Suicide is freedom.
It can't be any worse
than the agony I'm in.
To feel pain, then nothing,
Is release from the curse.
Those who love me: understand.
My life has been nothing
but horrifyingly adverse.
I am nothing but a drag
on everyone around,
on the whole universe.
It is better if I go.

Final Freedom

Freedom:
You don't care
what I say or do
as long as it
doesn't impact you.


My life 
means nothing
if I stay clear
of you at all;
don't increase your fear.


Freedom,
Worthlessness
means that I can
do what I must
to make my last stand.


Best part:
No one cares
except for one;
she's better off
after I am gone.


Dark? Yes.
But it's true,
the way I feel.

Now, it may pass, 
right now it is real.

Fear Not

Fear freezes

feelings fast.

Anger acts

against all.

Hopelessness'

heavy hold.

Loneliness

lingers, lives.

Depression

decides: die.

Caring calls,

creates choice.

Loneliness

languishes.

Hope holds, halts

heavy heart.

Relief rests,

releases.

Fear fast fades

feelings free.

 

A Paradox Reconciled

Why do we see justice as blind 
when, in truth, she must be able to see 
more clearly than all of us in order 
for any of us to be free? 

Why do we seek peace with a sword 
when swords only divide; bombs cannot bind? 
Together is how we must learn to be, 
Living as one, all humankind. 

How can we value our freedom 
yet use that freedom to oppress others? 
We trap ourselves in our contradiction; 
our own liberty then suffers. 

We say that love is the center 
of all that we are, of all we can be. 
If that is true we must learn from each other, 
reach out in trust and harmony. 

4/27/88  

March '92

We're marching towards the future 
with deep reverence for the past, 
heroes of a struggle ours, not yet won. 
  
We're marching in a line unbroken 
stretching 'round the world, fates linked 
as arms, with all workers 'neath the sun. 
  
Fists thrusting skyward, we move forward 
through the moral greyness towards 
times when justice for all is done. 
  
For now we see that fairness, 
respect and justice are a global matter 
and not a fight for just some. 
  
From Pretoria to Peoria 
we understand that the struggles 
against injustice are one. 
  
3/12/1992