
In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.
Blast from the past:
Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.
Blast from the past:
Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.

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

select love
from him
join her
on child
where
womb is null
(I wrote my poem for today in the programming language SQL.)
Blast from the past:
There is nothing one
Can give that is friendlier
Than one’s very tears.

Towering buildings shrink
Into spots on a grid
As this grid too
Becomes one of only a few dots
Of human habitation
On this vast planet
Blast from the Past:
Realizing my job’s
One drop in the ocean of
Human endeavor

I sit in the humid air
Trying to sleep
Music blares from a nearby church
It’s not even 6:00 am
Blast from the Past:
Brainstorming: A burst
Of ideas but they vanish
Once pen’s in hand

My steps are horses,
Roaming the plains.
My songs are birds,
Soaring over the trees.
My passionate heart runs free.
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
Wants to break free from my chest
And fly far away

Suppose you and I are the same.
Then you multiply me the same way I multiply myself
What if I then take the way you multiply yourself?
You and me multiplies with you without me the same way you multiply with me without you.
Ok, just divide you without me.
What is left?
You and I are the same as just you.
You are the same as two of me
As you become nothing
Blast from the Past:
Persuasive rebuke
A studied provocation
Influence lingered

May you read my words
As if they were more humble
Than I intended
When I originally
Put them on paper for you
Blast from the Past:
I wrote this haiku in Python, a programming language.
def haiku_maker():
for x in [5, 7, 5]:
print(random_word(x))

Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible
Blast from the Past:
To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.

People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face
Blast from the Past:
Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy