
Today’s my birthday.
How to make it special when
You love everyday?
Blast from the past:
New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about navigating life

Today’s my birthday.
How to make it special when
You love everyday?
Blast from the past:
New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me

Our entire day
Channeled through the pulsations
Of the clicking clock
Blast from the Past:
Release your desires,
A drop in the bucket of
Human endeavor

Life’s just one more day
Then another “one more day”
After another
Blast from the Past:
Ties and collared shirts
Washed onto the shore in the tide,
In and out each day

My poem for today is a longer poem, not a haiku like normal. I hope you enjoy, though.
To the courage of resilience.
To the courage of persevering through.Sometimes, you must confront the demons in front of you,
Journey into your Mordor,
Tell your Pharaohs that you and your people are free
And that he shall not stand in your way.Too often, others remain content in their half-shires,
Laying the bricks they are told to,
Afraid that venturing out of their shire will only disrupt the little stasis they have.
If only they appease their demons, maybe it won’t be so bad.But it takes true courage to refuse to settle for stasis
And to say, “Enough is enough.”
To reject cheap resolutions, cheap contentment, cheap “it-will-all-be-okays”.
To pursue true vitality,
Even if it requires risky climbs,
Dragging your Gollum along every step of the way,
And like a doctor, having the courage to rebreak the broken bones
That others rush into for a forced equilibrium
To ensure it can heal properly
Blast from the past:
The “immortal” life:
Histories of the future:
Bloodily crashing


Just dance all that rain
There is not a shape for you
Your future awaits
Blast from the Past:
Established approach?
My only coherence lies
In improvisation

Driving the fast lane
You’re dancing in lock step with death
Inviting him in
Blast from the Past:
Life is a highway
Under construction, where no
One is letting you merge.

Your cry never ends!
Even the blades of grass will
Remember your sound
Blast from the Past:
Every piled up
Tomorrow will become an
Empty yesterday.

This peak I just climbed
Seemed way out of reach until
The very last step
Blast from the past:
Be the change you want,
Or simply change the nature
Of being itself

I wrote today’s poem in the Python programming language.
for each_new_day in life():
if only():
print(“Always happy”)
Blast from the Past:
The art of “freedom”:
Postindustrial promise
Servicing the self

I continue to
Walk into myself through the
Coming yesterday
Blast from the Past:
Anger is acid
Eating you from the inside
‘Til you let it out.