
You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
Blast from the Past:
Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
Blast from the Past:
Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth

An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.

After a long week,
I can finally take a
Moment for myself
Blast from the Past:
The gentle cool breeze
And no new information
A relaxed mind

Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?
Blast from the Past:
Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good
Blast from the Past:
Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing
Blast from the Past:
I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance
Blast from the Past:
The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility
Blast from the Past:
Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness