2025 - The Cracked Door

01/19/25 A New Day, A New Haiku

Paradise nor fall
Shall come follow me as I
Erase sin’s tongue.

Blast from the Past:

Did Adam and Eve
Ever get to name themselves
In their own garden?

My joints shoot in pain
As I lay down and slowly
Loose my consciousness

Blast from the Past:

Blazing through the storm
Jogging unable to see
Feeling fantastic

Unequal childhoods
Dependent development
Limiting pursuits

Blast from the Past:

We must shine our lights
For the goodness of our one
True god: Capital.

On the plane leaving
The city I have lived in
For the last five years

Many adventures,
Many frustrations, many
Lessons flow beneath me

Come. Prop up your feet.
Watch as our humanity
Slowly melts away.

Blast from the Past:

Brief introduction
Totalitarianism,
Intimate power

Anyone who has
Never been perplexed will never
Become informed

Blast from the Past:

How I take simple
Questions and then making them
Now complicated

I refuse to be
Defined by your quest to push
Me up to your oblivion

No matter how many
Times you push me, I will
Always bounce back

— The stone’s response to Sisyphus