
All longings for more,
Attempts for unequal mine,
Cave for all in time.
Blast from the Past:
Empires return to
Ashes from the fire of their
Own machinery
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

All longings for more,
Attempts for unequal mine,
Cave for all in time.
Blast from the Past:
Empires return to
Ashes from the fire of their
Own machinery

There is nothing like
Finishing work to foster
Fake finality
Blast from the Past:
To measure one’s life
In work shifts, misses all that
One’s life was meant for.

When you tell the truth,
Why does it so often seem
To sound like a lie?
Blast from the Past:
We breathed white lies to
The blue sky but could not melt
The summer black ice.

Slowly, softly seized
Faces whose eyes stare at me
I’m an empty stage
Blast from the Past:
Staring into the
Abyss of sinister scorn
And shame seethingly

Talent for dreaming
A slumber of mysteries
Color of boredom
Blast from the Past:
Inspiration comes
From within your minds eye but
So does writer’s block.

In the faint shadows
God robbed of her universe
Invisible chasm
Blast from the Past:
Secret inwardness
The dying away from self
God and the finite

Lush streams flow water
Down the side of the hill to
The creek far belowCovered with green plants
And flowers as it curves through
The valley it formedIt almost wants to
Be beautiful, except it
Is littered by trashThe urban build squelches the
Beauty of the land itself
(This is a haiku sonnet, three haikus and then two final lines to make up a type of sonnet.)
Blast from the Past:
The once vibrant marsh
Polluted by trains, lanes, and
Industrial sludge

Modes of inertia
Understand recent changes
Danger overtaking
Blast from the Past:
The pauses mix up
Life’s climactic transitions
Broken by stillness

My thoughts race as I
Try to focus on less than
Seven things at once
Blast from the Past:
In the twilight lies
An oasis of strange thoughts
Flowing through my mind

Contemplate, not think
Non-light that illumines dreams
Vast depths of a truth
Blast from the Past:
Climbing temple stairs,
Breaking here to contemplate
My mortality