
Bold city skyline
Trying to become something
New under the sun
Blast from the Past:
Gazing at the skyline
Contemplating the fall of
Capitalism
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Bold city skyline
Trying to become something
New under the sun
Blast from the Past:
Gazing at the skyline
Contemplating the fall of
Capitalism
Ancient corpse rising
From my steps, flaming world that
I always betray.
Blast from the Past:
Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.
You
Said
You could
You could say you would
Could you
Blast from the Past:
It’s another day,
Another battle. All I
Want is a ceasefire.
Just from the flower,
Smiling at the last butterfly
In atomic rain
Blast from the Past:
You must live with both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence without blood
I saw you
Walk away
Forever
Today I tried out a new form of poem: a reverse haynaku.
Blast from the Past:
Once we were so close
Will you only ever be
Someone I once knew
Time masks its truth of
Becoming a mute guillotine
Or a god for you.
Blast from the Past:
Creeping vines of time
Entwine our lives together
Absorbed into one
I wish I had a
Button I could press to end
All the traffic sounds
Blast from the Past:
A quintessential New York moment:
Cross the street. A car
Whips around the bend, honking
Like I am to blame.
Flowers in full bloom
In front of which everyone
Stands for a selfie
Blast from the Past:
In this city of
Crowds clambering and clanking,
You can feel alone
(This first haiku is about a flower garden I saw in Bangkok. The second one was about New York City.)
Over the hustle of cars and people,
A lone train softly glides by,
Dividing the flurry
From the still high-rises above
Blast from the Past:
Nomadic, exile,
Traveling, adventurous,
Migrating movement
Beneath this silence
Where speech can’t venture, I cry
Alone with the night
Blast from the past:
Alone in the crowd
Solitude in the hustle
The silence of sound