2025 - The Cracked Door

11/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Like a galaxy,
Oh the wondrous beauty of
Street trash in the rain

Blast from the Past:

Tick tock of the clock
With the faint trickle underneath
Of a gushing stream

On a motorbike
Flying down the mountain as
The fog covers us

Blast from the Past:

I look out to see
Mountains no one’s ever seen.
Time to start climbing

New culture, the same
Old struggle to remain sane
In this crazy world

Blast from the Past:

Behind the walls
Of his culture yet taking
The whole system down.

Disguised flattery
Delusionally earnest
Disgustingly done

Blast from the Past:

Sickening theory
But reality is more
Sophisticated

When you truly look
Into someone’s eyes, you see
The child they once were

Blast from the Past:

It may take some time
Till you glimpse the inner child
Behind the tantrum

(This article I wrote describes the idea of looking at other adult’s inner child in more detail.)

I’m the void you shout
To, and all I do is dare
To ask questions back

Blast from the Past:

Dig even deeper
It continues to lie there
Even deeper still

In the gulf between
What we are and ought to be,
The satirist digs

Blast from the Past:

Satire reminds you
That your system’s an idol,
And that provokes you.

Where is
The breath of life
For these dry bones?

Blast from the Past:

Their story of me
Ends as my tale continues
Defining itself