The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
True damnation is
The aspects of you that you
Could never resolve.
Blast from the Past:
I approach an abyss
That I am afraid
To learn I’ve been inside all along
This photo is a great encapsulation what I am trying to say in both of my haikus.
You will never be
Satisfied in life until
You choose to just be
Blast from the Past:
I push up the stone,
Pledging to help Sisyphus,
Freedom in routine
(I really like this photo, since it does a great job reflecting both poems. To me, it’s like the boy just chooses to be and is smiling behind the rocks while helping Sisyphus.)
Everyday the same
Clank the mailman delivered
New junk to throw out
Blast from the Past:
How to smoothen
The silence of an
Morning annoyance.
Medieval cities,
Where rich traders gather
Within their walled fort
Blast from the Past:
Discourse and knowledge
Foundation of an ethic
Enchanted moderns
Flapping his mighty wings,
The caged eagle
Must be lonely
Blast from the Past:
Sitting on the train
Here among a crowd, we are
All in this alone
You can’t rush it or chase it.
But sometimes in New York
Peace will find you.
Blast from the Past
Living within the
City’s hollows confined like
Snails into their shells
I am standing here
In front of the horizon
Of why and why not
Blast from the Past:
“What do you want to do today?”
“I want to drive for hours and hours until our car breaks down over the edge of the sunset.
To escape from this world they have built for us.”
Made my resolutions.
Now is the time to go hard
And fail at each one
Blast from the Past:
New revolution
In our random time cycle,
Supposed new me
It is New Years now
I sit here with my girlfriend
I think I’m happy
Blast from the Past:
New Years rolls around.
What is the first thing I do?
Proceed straight to bed.
I must pay my dues
To the real civilizers
Of this world: the ants.
Blast from the Past:
If we are the ants
How do we reach up above
And taste the honeydew?