Unable to know
Which way is up or down. The
Horizon is gone.
Blast from the Past:
I’m at the end of
The road, nowhere else to turn
I sit down and wait
08/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Philosophy
Poems about philosophy
08/24/25 A New Pegunta for a New Day
Do our lives matter
If in time we will soon be
Fully forgotten?Lacking legacy,
We’re now free to forge our own
Meaning for our moment
This poem is a pegunta. The idea is to have the first stanza raise a question that the second stanza answers.
Blast from the Past:
Stop looking for a
Meaning; you are the meaning
Start being yourself.
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
08/19/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Musical complaints
Becoming realities
A divine regret
Blast from the Past:
Standing in line
At life’s theater waiting for
Waiting for Godot
08/12/25 A New Poem for a New Day
To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.To change the wind
Is just to spin new wind
Upon the wind pastWind is just what was
Its remnant waves cascading
To form what now isEverything is wind
Endlessly forming
Today’s piece is a haiku sonnet.
Blast from the Past:
The day I realize
I’m just chasing after wind
Is the day I’m free.
08/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
To build something that
Outlives you, you must learn how
To change the wind’s course.
Blast (or maybe breeze) from the Past:
All that will remain
Of my former self will be
The heralding wind
08/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
It is only when
Light engulfs you that you see
Your shadows within
Blast from the Past:
Always bursting through
The cracks of your perspective,
The light will shine through
08/01/25 The Darkness
It is only when
The world turns dark that you see
Your creepy crawlies
Blast from the Past:
Darkness—when our fears
Become interlocutors
And we must listen.
07/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Such intricacies
In every human soul.
Who would murder that?
Blast from the Past:
Indifference to the
Suffering of fellow humans
Corrodes our souls.
07/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Our souls are only the
Side we can see; regime
Of lost consciousness
Blast from the Past:
In the waiting room
For dental surgery.
What even is an
Experience
If you can’t remember it
Afterwards?
What is consciousness
Without memory?
As anesthesia
Dissipates
My questions away
07/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Ballast of falseness
All action is projection
Instinctive duty
Blast from the Past:
What’d feel like to be
In a world that’s a projection
Of another?