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07/18/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

An orphan of fate
Born with no fighting spirit
The world’s slipped away

Blast from the Past:

Life without purpose
Is no more wasted than life
Lived with poor purpose.

The cat left its perch
To stare anxiously
At the coming storm

Blast from the Past:

Where is the thunder,
Prophet of the flood storming
What we hold sacred?

I can still think of
All emotions that have died
My soul is impatient

Blast from the Past:

Emotional case
But I can’t talk about it
A weight inside me

Gunk now fills both eyes
My throbbing throat can’t swallow
Puss ooze from my scabs

I’m sick today.

Blast from the Past:

Not only are we
On the same boat, but we’re all
Seasick together.

Exist to produce
Collected from ruins of dreams
Emptiness of things

Blast from the Past:

Beneath the race to
Meet, organize, and produce
Lies oblivion.

Ascending slowly
The sun rises gracefully
Over the ocean

Blast from the Past:

After the dew fades,
All that is leftover is
Glorious sunlight

Depths of a small truth
Universal destiny
The midland order

Blast from the Past:

What form should I take?
None of these do me justice
Shadows of my truth

When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.

Blast from the Past:

Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

Shipwreck out at sea
A relic of social decay
Now a world for fish

Blast from the Past:

It is painful to
Think all the progress we’ve made
Might one day recede

All dogs want from you
Is for you to be
A new friend

(And maybe just a little of your food.)

Blast from the Past:

A pine tree sways
In the wind to the beat of
Your strokes of my beard.