Page 65 – The Cracked Door

11/8/24 Haiku for the day

Standing there, luring
Despair astray, erasing
Expanses of hope

Blast from the past:

In the darkest night
The lonely moon still shines.
Hope for dark days ahead

Bored in a meeting,
Scribbling down a haiku,
But no one can see.

Blast from the Past:

Sitting with your work
Wondering who will read it
Utter loneliness

I wander through these
Fugitive worlds. My face my
Only companion.

Blast from the past:

Hunger for beyond
Do not choose this illusion
Freedom is the key

Brief introduction
To your friendly neighborhood
Totalitarianism

Blast from the past:

Young lad standing proud
Once the pride of our nation
Slouched into nothing

Healing emulates
Even from what might be the
Most painful venom

Blast from the past:

When they are hurting,
Why do some feel natural
Hurting others too?

Your culture won’t end
With an apocalypse but
Incremental change

Blast from the past:

People soon notice
Their social fabric crumbling.
The world just spins on.

There’s nothing for us,
And there’s nothing against us.
We’re here by default.

Blast from the past:

I can’t go on, I’ll
Go on, keeping going on,
Until I go on.

Exhausted, going
Through the motions of life like
I had energy

Blast from the past:

In the search for wonder
There are no endings
Only beginnings,
Eternal exhaustion

Trapped as a wraith,
Unable to express love
With the human world

Blast from the past:

The valley of death
Where shifting shadows might be
It’s only reprieve.

Happy Halloween

Standing here within
The dust cloud of our data-
Saturated world

Blast from the past:

Failure of elites
Paranoia for decline
Deep undercurrent