ETHNODATA1, Author at The Cracked Door - Daily Haikus

06/03/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance

Blast from the Past:

The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility

Blast from the Past:

Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Wherever you are,
Which corner of this vast world,
You are who you are

Blast from the Past:

Racing down the street,
The New Yorker’s busyness
Consumes his self-worth.

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies

Blast from the Past:

The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell

Our schools of knowledge
Are but little huts we built
To hold ourselves in

Blast from the Past:

People who lose their
Wonder about the world join
Academia.

Days and days go by
Rejected being understood
Infernal rivers

Blast from the Past:

Never listen to
Flowers, their fragility
Masks their sarcasm.

An Ode to Philosophers:

The more they pondered
An issue, the sillier
Their solutions got.

Blast from the Past:

It’s complexities
Upon more complexity,
A complex complex

I resume the course
Of my existence. I’m free
From having to feel.

Blast from the Past:

I never felt more
Free than when I discarded
Your purpose for me.

Into the exit
Where the last hope for our world
Turns into nothing

Blast from the Past:

Our lives seem big now,
But in time, the world’ll forget
Our existences.

It stood before me
In its vastness, signifying
All sound and silence

Blast from the Past:

I sit beneath the clouds
A peculiar silence is born from each
Breathing in the wind