
The youth who tried to
Snatch the moon plummeted with
A star in her grasp
Blast from the past:
Inspiration waits
It never seems to find me
So I guess I’ll wait
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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The youth who tried to
Snatch the moon plummeted with
A star in her grasp
Blast from the past:
Inspiration waits
It never seems to find me
So I guess I’ll wait

No one cares about
Patching up ruined lives when
They are wandering.
Blast from the past:
Life remains easy
For the person who lives with
No sense of shame

Blessings and curses
Fade away. All you have left
Is you resilience
Blast from the past:
The possible does
Not concern me. Let it bring
Joy or pain

After finally
Catching you here in my trap,
Why do I feel bad?
Blast from the past:
Your own destruction
Is the result of trying
To defeat others

One imprint after
Another laid on sand that
The waves take away
Blast from the past:
May the waves of the
Abysmal future be less
Choppy then they look.

You can’t be your best
Person in a place you are
Trying to outgrow.
Blast from the Past:
It’s just me and you
What you water’s what you grow
Growing without you

Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know
Blast from the Past:
Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now

Full enlightenment
Opening the lid, conscious
Veiled by no shadow
Blast from the Past:
Faith without doubt is dead, either toxic dogmatism or an insipid mirage.

Heavy dew
Brings out the smell of
Fresh flowers
Blast from the Past:
If you press your ear
Against a seashell, you get
To hear everything.

How long can we stand here
Pretending
Those gods are valid
Blast from the Past:
I am a diamond,
Or at least I hope all of
This stress was worth it