The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
He sits there napping
On the curb, his feet splayed out,
His back against his bags,
A reminder that this place
Is a vortex of isolation
Blast from the past:
Wisdom is what you seek
When you have too much money
And time on your hands
We cannot patent
Your happiness, but you know that
We are damn-well close
Blast from the past:
All this background noise
Droning all around to sell
Yet another myth
I am lost walking
The dizzying loops formed by
An expanding city
Blast from the past:
Separate but near,
Cast out except when needed
To make a quick buck
I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’m going
All I know is that I am here
I am always here
Everyday it’s a new “here”
And that’s always where I seem to beI want to write the song
That brings out my heart
That the world will sing
But all that comes out is
These little words
On a page flapping in the windI want this to mean something
It must all amount to something
Something more than an experience
That I can’t form into words
And no one asks about
Blast from the past:
Ineffableness
Immeasurability
Deification
I Try to Fly So High
I want to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I can try to fly.
I cry as I fly.If I fly, I’ll die.
My cry will fly so high.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
Can I just try to fly?
I cry each time I fly so high.
I lie as I try to fly.My time to fly is nigh.
I must fly to not die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.Don’t try to fly so high.
I fly to try to strive.
I fly so high I cry.
I fly so high I’ll die.I cry, “Why can’t I fly?”
When I fly so high, I die.
I’d die to try to fly.
I try my lie that I will fly.I strive to try to fly.
I fly with no cry to die.
I’d lie to fly so high.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie that I will fly.
My cry will lie and die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.
(An edited version of a former poem from a while ago to make it more how I wanted it)
Blast from the past:
Living in the space
There between the bullet
And the gun barrel
The only one who
Walks up an escalator –
Still the same rat race
Blast from the past:
Resolved: to ignore
The voice in my head which
Mistakes job for self-worth.
One cat tears into
The other’s face, but I can
Do nothing to stop him.
Blast from the past:u
Opportunists at
The world’s end, they emerge to
Prey on the oppressed
The lights flicker in the darkness
As I gaze out the high rise window
Cars and bikes halt
On streets too narrowThey try to rush to work
Among the vast expanse
Of restaurant chains
That they can’t afford
Blast from the past:
In a new city
As the fervor of the day
Transforms into night,
I lie here remembering
That I’m just a hollow shell.
(The person who this poem is dedicated to will know who they are when they see it.)
I hope you can
Give yourself the hugs
That I could never seem to give youI hope you can
Stabilize the life
I kept moving beneath you.I hope you can build
A place for yourself
I could never create with you.I hope you can give
Yourself enough space to be
In a world trying to snuff you out.I hope you can get
The anger to keep going
Even if it’s directed at me.I hope you can continue
To fail with a courage
I will never be able to muster.I hope you can laugh
In the way that
I never seemed to understand.I hope you can have
The adventures
I never had time for.I hope you can grieve
For what could have been
So that you never accept anything lessI hope you can see
Beyond the storm
At the life you’d love to live.I hope when you remember our time together
You remember it just fondly enough to keep going
But with just enough anger at me
To try to prove me wrong.
Blast from the past:
You
Me
You and me
You and me falter
You and me falter every day
The biggest mistake
We can make is to assume
We don’t belong here.
Blast from the past:
Death displaces my
Essence and binds my life to
The beat of time. Why?