Poems about Philosophy Archives - The Cracked Door

07/10/26 A New Aphorism for a New Day

Mercy is not the opposite of desire. It’s the form desire takes when you let it breathe.

Blast from the past:

I am neither the
First, nor am I even one
But one of many

At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall

Blast from the past:

Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.

If our world were flat,
Sorrow has a beginning
And must have an end.

If the world were round,
Our joy would keep circling,
Equally for all

(Today I am publishing two haikus.)

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?

Death is just in how
Upon all it dispenses
The same injustice.

Blast from the past:

Stalking on its own terms,
Receding when you contend,
Death is a coward.

The abyss is real
But not for me. Though I like
Picnics on its cliff.

Blast from the past:

After this, my song
Will become another herald
To guide this blind world.

Staring, just staring
There’s nothing to look at but
I can’t look away

Blast from the past:

I’m a little head-
Scratching mess with a tinge of
Existential angst

Start with a premise
Reinforce expectations
Now a startling twist

Blast from the past:

Unity gives up
Itself to craft diversity
In the universe

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun

Blast from the past:

Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.

Bless’d are those who doubt
For they will discover the
Questions to live by

Blast from the past:

The philosopher:
Someone not content merely
To be in the now