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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

Each day that you work
Just brings you one day closer to
When they will fire you

Blast from the Past:

Earn your right to sit
At the table to listen…
Be silent and paid

Violence:

The continued quest
To win the competition to
Become carbon first

Blast from the Past:

You cannot have both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence would be fine