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05/31/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies

Blast from the Past:

The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell

Our schools of knowledge
Are but little huts we built
To hold ourselves in

Blast from the Past:

People who lose their
Wonder about the world join
Academia.

Days and days go by
Rejected being understood
Infernal rivers

Blast from the Past:

Never listen to
Flowers, their fragility
Masks their sarcasm.

An Ode to Philosophers:

The more they pondered
An issue, the sillier
Their solutions got.

Blast from the Past:

It’s complexities
Upon more complexity,
A complex complex

Into the exit
Where the last hope for our world
Turns into nothing

Blast from the Past:

Our lives seem big now,
But in time, the world’ll forget
Our existences.

It stood before me
In its vastness, signifying
All sound and silence

Blast from the Past:

I sit beneath the clouds
A peculiar silence is born from each
Breathing in the wind

To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary

Blast from the Past:

The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window

We are but a brief
Slumber in our default state
Of enduring death

Blast from the Past:

What is life
But a slow death,
Executing existence

Traveling

More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion

Blast from the Past:

We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel

Dolphins

Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing

(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)

Blast from the Past:

The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.