
Maybe you were meant
To be lost, this unknown
Spot on the map is
Exactly where you were
Supposed to be all along
Blast from the past:
Everything we want
Is so crystal clear until
We win possession
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Maybe you were meant
To be lost, this unknown
Spot on the map is
Exactly where you were
Supposed to be all along
Blast from the past:
Everything we want
Is so crystal clear until
We win possession

Whenever I leave,
Why do I end up the one
Who feels left behind?
Blast from the past:
Have you ever heard
The voice of a tree with all
It’s rhythm… grieving

I did not settle in the place
Where the sun rises slowly over the rolling waves
Where the mountains kiss the gentle mist
Where the voices chant under the rising sunI did not settle in the place
Where the cicadas cry in the forest
In unwavering melody
A premonition of the horror to comeI did not settle in the place
Where the scent of food permeates
To entice people to stop to buy
From their endless stream of motorbikes
Taking them to and froI did not settle in the place
Where others sit and drink
Each new round a toast
For a tomorrow they’d rather not seeI did not settle in the place
Where everyday I once breathed
Long sighs in my desperate attempt
To remain in old debates long settled
And follow where I did not want to goI did not settle in the place
Where everyone says hello
Excited to meet a foreigner
But never understanding meI did not settle in the place
Where I could see
The ocean and its waves,
The mountains and its mist,
Or the people and their flurry
Become the wallpaper of my life
Blast from the past:
Do more than see. Seek.
The assent to the finite.
Desire to create.

I walk out the door
From the place that been my home
For the last few days.
Blast from the past:
Dignity, passion,
Autonomy are never
Worth a mere paycheck

All I had was white space
Flight plans
Videos made
People to meet
Just enough to
Crash and burn
Blast from the past:
In one’s inner drive
Lies social expectations,
What’s the difference?

Standing on the edge
I remain unable to move
From my stable perch
Blast from the past:
I seek refuge in
A land that begins at
The edge of our world.

Trains, trains, and more trains
On my endless quest
For the next city
Blast from the past:
Just sail through blind
These will go to those favored
Peak coincidence

Writing a haiku
On a bus as the world flies
By and by outside
Blast from the past:
Singing loud, dancing,
Embodying the ceaseless
Cry for harmony

Mud kicking up
Sliding down and sliding up
Push little by little
Blast from the past:
Comedy faces
Life’s contradictions and says
Something about it

No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.
Blast from the past:
Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame