
Don’t have to do much
For a cat to be willing
To jump on you lap
(And then immediately jump right back off.)
Blast from the Past:
The cat naps content
Knowing that she will have food
When she is ready.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about relationships

Don’t have to do much
For a cat to be willing
To jump on you lap
(And then immediately jump right back off.)
Blast from the Past:
The cat naps content
Knowing that she will have food
When she is ready.

I resume the course
Of my existence. I’m free
From having to feel.
Blast from the Past:
I never felt more
Free than when I discarded
Your purpose for me.

Show me your tears
And I will show you how I can cry with you.Show me your anger
And I will help you flip tables.Show me your joy
And I will show you how I can smile with youShow me your fear
And I will show you how I try to convince myself that I am secureSing me your song
And I will provide its darker melodyShow me your dance
And I will make you look even more elegant as I stumble along with youShow me your grief,
And I will ponder what was lost with youShow me your hopes and dreams,
And I will bask in their glory with youShow me your worries,
And I will tell you which ones scare me tooShow me your mind,
And I will run mental loops around you until we are both confusedShow me your love,
And I will counter it with my ownLean on me,
And I will show you how to lean on no one else ever again
Blast from the Past:
Would you still love me
If the sun dies out and our
Corpses are frozen?

Exhausted I think
About all my conflicted
Emotions
Blast from the past:
Continue to grow
Always, whether you do that
With or without me

The complete
Psychedelic scientific experience
Of falling
In love
Blast from the Past:
Take my hand, my love
The winds of age may howl
But soon we’ll be home

You
Said
You could
You could say you would
Could you
Blast from the Past:
It’s another day,
Another battle. All I
Want is a ceasefire.

I saw you
Walk away
Forever
Today I tried out a new form of poem: a reverse haynaku.
Blast from the Past:
Once we were so close
Will you only ever be
Someone I once knew

Life is growth, so if
We’re not growing together,
We’re growing apart
Blast from the Past:
Grow what is working,
And then improve what is not.
Iterative process.

Love is life itself
Beauty is what love produces
Harmony is love’s process*
Blast from the Past:
Loved by a dog in
A concentration camp.
It saw my humanity
That other people could not.
*Based on the philosophy/theology of Inayat Khan (see https://youtu.be/lal6rf5HhiY?si=2JxjAJcy5lpkcReh)

I will go with you
To hell, if I can make it
Less hellish for you
Blast from the Past:
Walking down the street
Arms’ locked together, rinsing
Each other’s shadows
Happy Valentine’s Day!