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05/27/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

I resume the course
Of my existence. I’m free
From having to feel.

Blast from the Past:

I never felt more
Free than when I discarded
Your purpose for me.

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.

The fly that flees past
Pretty princess among crumbs
Pageant of the mist

Blast from the Past:

Oh butterfly, where
Are you fluttering your wings
So quickly towards?

Mountains, mountains, and
Then even more mountains, and
Mountains after that

Blast from the Past:

Islands of mountains
Rising up from the sea of clouds
A Bhudda statue

The enchanted dream
Of stupidity, nothing
Is worth the trouble

Blast from the Past:

Ordinary family
Distorted self-perception
Stupid importance