Bound Mission

Bound Mission - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku - Writer - Poet - Blogger - Web Comic

Had a great conversation with a friend.

A Thread

A Thread - Daily Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - Blogger, Writer, Web Comic, Longview Texas

When Nikki and I married we took a quiz called “The Strength Finder” by Tom Rath. It shows you your top 5 strengths and ranks them from strongest to weakest. Mine were the following: Connectedness –  People strong in the Connectedness theme have faith in the links between all things. They believe there are few coincidences and that almost every event has a reason. Ideation – People strong in the Ideation theme are fascinated by ideas. …

Churning Light

Churning Light - The Daily Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - Blogger - Writer

Exploration runs in the veins of humans. We explore our world, we explore each other and ourselves. There is one mystery that I have found that satisfies but is always an ever running spring of fresh discoveries. God’s infinite horizons are forever churning with light.


Justin - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku Webcomic - Longview Texas Blogger

Sometimes you have friends, sometimes you have coworkers. Justin asked me to write a haiku about him so here it is. …. Haiku.


Damion - The Daily Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - Blogger - Writer - Poet

There is a lot of things I could say about him. I think I will stick with I love you.


What can I say about my foster children that can even be uttered with words? Though difficulty may abound and your life is quite complicated you are still so very precious.

I Wish You Were Dead

Recently I agreed to be a contributor to a new blog called They Call Me Dad. You can find bellow an except from my first post with them and a link over to it. Excerpt This is the worst thing a child has ever said to me. Probably won’t be the worst in the long run but still, to date, it is the one that has hurt the most. Let me list off some things …

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

Creator of Leaves - A poem - Aaron Blakeley- Blogger Writer Poet

Once in a restaurant after eating morning rays illuminating distant trees I lamented my being, not in the forest amongst the leaves How desire burned in me a deep sigh I have heaved from my responsibility, I longed for a moments reprieve And not to nap or be entertained To get lost in the embrace of nature and to consider the creator of this creature For in me and surely in you a wild abandon does …


What can I say about my first born? A mind like a steel trap attached to the kind innocence that is his and his alone. He is destined to think some thoughts that we all will love to think after him.

Deaths Nest – A Poem

This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.