
The big city fades
Into the bright horizon
Of the vast ocean
Blast from the past:
Tombs face our skyline.
Our world watched by what it’ll become,
Dust under the sun.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

The big city fades
Into the bright horizon
Of the vast ocean
Blast from the past:
Tombs face our skyline.
Our world watched by what it’ll become,
Dust under the sun.

This culture we’ve built
That molds how we craft our lives
It will mean nothing
Blast from the past:
And what will be left
In a thousand years or less
Amidst all these stones?

Today’s my birthday.
How to make it special when
You love everyday?
Blast from the past:
New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me

That great ancient door
That no matter what you do
Will never open
Blast from the past:
Our flood became an
Immobile star, ancient overflow,
That we may prefer.

Towering goddess
Holding a new Cadillac
Dribbling with blood
Blast from the past:
I mourn for the world
The gulf widens from what could
Be to what we have

Based on your anger,
You overreached, destroying
Something important
Blast from the Past:
Anger is acid
Eating you from the inside
‘Til you let it out.

I won the battle
To discover it does mean
More than the whole war
Blast from the Past:
Even though it is
Often full of strife, at
Least I have a life.

Our entire day
Channeled through the pulsations
Of the clicking clock
Blast from the Past:
Release your desires,
A drop in the bucket of
Human endeavor

The waterfall’s top
With its torrents of water
Still teems with turtles
Blast from the past:
The lone seagull fades
Into the vast thundercloud’s
Forceful harmony

Life’s just one more day
Then another “one more day”
After another
Blast from the Past:
Ties and collared shirts
Washed onto the shore in the tide,
In and out each day