
When my disquiet
Constricts my own revival,
Drive a stake through it
Blast from the past:
Try. Fail. Try again.
As long as you’re converging
Defeats are data
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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When my disquiet
Constricts my own revival,
Drive a stake through it
Blast from the past:
Try. Fail. Try again.
As long as you’re converging
Defeats are data

The youth who tried to
Snatch the moon plummeted with
A star in her grasp
Blast from the past:
Inspiration waits
It never seems to find me
So I guess I’ll wait

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

We can control it,
At least enough to profit.
Release the kraken!
Blast from the past:
The crowd flocks to the
Marketplace to buy what sells.
Who is feeding who?

Here I sit
On my way
Forever on my way
“When are you going home?”
I have no home
I have only forward
Somewhere new, somewhere new, somewhere newA new place, new culture
New questions,
New challenges,
New places to see
One after the other
Can I remember the last one
A faint memory
As I venture into the new
Blast from the past:
The forgotten fire
Took almost nothing along
The road not taken

Blessings and curses
Fade away. All you have left
Is you resilience
Blast from the past:
The possible does
Not concern me. Let it bring
Joy or pain

Sand, mountains, volcanoes
I see new landscapes until
They become the familiar
Wall paper of my life
Blast from the past:
My own universe
Is not trapped there on a shelf
Gathering stardust

Climbing up and up
Just to have to go back down
The wave of living
Blast from the past:
I invite the wind
Because in it I know I’ll
Find actual life

After finally
Catching you here in my trap,
Why do I feel bad?
Blast from the past:
Your own destruction
Is the result of trying
To defeat others

The god that can be
Pointed at is an idol.
Newly-forged horror
Blast from the past:
Faith without doubt is
A dangerous zombie or
A vapid facade