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08/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

The blackness of life
First sword of the lightning bolt
Invisible chasm

Blast from the Past:

When the world goes dark,
We get to see the brightness
Of the stars above.

All the lonely souls
What is felt is what is lived
Half-tones of the soul

Blast from the Past:

It is loneliness
That helps us see the glitter
In the broken pot

Smashed against the wall,
Big waves ricochet into
Small pushes and pulls

Blast from the Past:

The higher the wave,
The greater the joy for the
Rock that can break it.

To say’s to renew
Nothing is of use to me
I will go with you

Blast from the Past:

One day, we’ll look back
Fondly on this crying, “What
Morons we once were!”

The false broken sky
Where did the lost eagle go?
Where life’s not painful

Blast from the Past:

My feet know where I
Need to go, even while I’m
Lost inside my head…

Alone in the night
Matter has offended me
Life well spent feels long.

Blast from the Past:

The sun’s radiance
Finally gives way to the
Long sigh of the moon

When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.

Blast from the Past:

I have the blessing
Of being unable to forget
The choice you didn’t give me

It is only when
Light engulfs you that you see
Your shadows within

Blast from the Past:

Always bursting through
The cracks of your perspective,
The light will shine through

It is only when
The world turns dark that you see
Your creepy crawlies

Blast from the Past:

Darkness—when our fears
Become interlocutors
And we must listen.

Anonymous grief
Of the world: nobility
Of spent achievements

Blast from the Past:

Believe in your dreams
As you become a cog
In the work machine