The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?
Blast from the Past:
I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb
I am a caged monkey
Trying all he can to swing
Amidst bigger bars
Blast from the Past:
The well-liked parrot
Ends up in a cage for all
To get to hang with
Caged by fantasy
It’s reality that gives
Humankind its wings.
Blast from the Past:
How to establish
Good boundaries with someone
Lost in fantasy
The heat of life
Can make even the most
Enjoyable day unbearable
Blast from the Past:
A fallen flower
Floating down a gushing stream –
What else is life’s dream?
I lie here in your cave
Your touch is all I crave
You forced me to be your slave
While you descend on my in another wave,
I must decide whether to make this place my grave.
Blast from the Past:
Timber and limber
Remember and dismember
Embers and members
The monkey plays among
The mangrove trees, flapping its
Strange, enormous nose
(Yesterday I saw hibiscus monkeys, which are strange-looking monkeys here living in mangrove forests.)
Blast from the Past:
Maybe orchids hate beauty,
Becoming so beautiful
So that they do not have
To engage with the beauty of others
Bungling populist
Bloke you can get a drink with
Bountiful evil
Blast from the Past:
Just a sinister
Attempt to build a cult of
Personality
We didn’t start the fire,
But we profit from the smoke.
Dancing in its flames.
Blast from the Past:
What is this world?
It’s a world of fire and salt
Where nothing is real
Unless it is in ashes
Take a college degree.
Wrap it in a crisp shirt
And seal it with a tie
For the next several months, knead out all of its creativity
As it seeks to rise from its station
Roll it with trivial tasks
Until its spread thin across your pan
Then, once you can’t stretch it anymore without tearing
Fire it in your ovenRecipe for a white collar worker
Blast from the Past:
Gain your employment
Earn your opportunity
To obtain freedom
I wanna
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the day,
Sleep through the sun,
Sleep through the rain,
And then wake up to
Go back to sleep again
Blast from the Past:
My paradise sleeps
And finds me in
My dreams.