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01/18/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face

Blast from the Past:

Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy

I sit in your box
Wondering the next moment
I can move beyond these walls

Blast from the Past:

I tried but was ignored. Moving on.
Your mind’s made up. Forced darkness.

The True Rulers of the Land:

The birds who always
Can find their home and the seeds
Digging into earth

Blast from the Past:

I must move
Venture to the next place
Never confined by a home

All I can do is
Nothing
Compared to the
Heaven you give me

Blast from the Past:

Instead of “better half”,
I prefer the idea of
One’s “bettering half”

A word to the wise:
Always remember to breathe
Instead of yelling

Blast from the Past:

Out of anger and spite
You shot yourself in the foot.
Forgot the ricochet

Every dish
Is an adventure.
Will it be sweat, spicy, savory
You never know
Until you bite.

Blast from the Past:

An aphorism:

If you want to really understand someone, watch how they eat a burrito.

The lessons of life
Rarely come cheap. Their price is
Etched in my wrinkles.

Blast from the Past:

After all of this,
We’ll need a second life to
Apply what we learned

Sit back. Close your eyes.
Today is the one day that
You get to be off

Blast from the Past:

You know: on some days
You’re just mildly disgusting,
And that is just fine.

As each morning fades,
The moon quietly gives birth
To the blazing sun

Blast from the Past:

The moon shines for whom?
Dancing in her own spotlight
Through which I see tonight

The need for wages
To eat, to relax, to live,
Money’s a prison

Blast from the Past:

We make our money
Just to go and spend it all.
What is the point then?