A New/Old/Eternal Identity

Panic, that is what this is panic. I sat at school. The teacher lectured and I twisted in upon myself. A panic attack. Was I special? My mind’s eyes sought metrics, and numbers to quantify my uniqueness. I scanned the darkness of my inner world searching for something real that I could put my hands on. Something that told me I was indeed worth the space and time I was taking up. Voices, so many …

A Garden Worth Something

There it was the garden I had been working on for months now. I had tilled and watered, fertilized, and conditioned the soil. I had watered it with sweat and irradiated it with the sunlight of effort. I drove up from work got out of the car and left my briefcase in the car. I pulled my work shirt off leaving my undershirt and headed straight for the shed, skipping the obligatory entrance into the …

The Ax

Work had been a real bitch the past few years. Mindless spreadsheets and reports, endless talking to clients and selling god knows what. Some days I would talk and fake smile so much my jaw ached. My young marriage was on the rocks and I just did not have the strength to fight or rather I had allowed that excuse to poison my outlook. Poisoned outlook aside, I was caught in the mire of apathy …

There is No Absolute Truth

“Truth is a funny thing. It used to underpin society, our actions, our relationships. It used to be a virtue to not lie. It used to be a virtue to, when faced with truth, change your position to be more in line with truth. It also used to be a virtue to seek the truth. Through a long process we have managed to change that. We arrived. We have seen that the ends do justify …

The Ancient One’s Lament A Vast Unknowing

I have laid beneath the soil of earth with nothing to sell and nothing of worth. A life of terrible unending vibration from lives above with souls in exaltation. I was hid here a millennia ago and from this dear earth, I might be uncovered so. Your minds will reel with terror beyond. As I finally am allowed to sing the blessed song. Light will leak from my seems. The voices of realities cords will shake …

The Nostalgia Cigar

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“I have struggled this year.” Her engraved lighter flashed to life flame lit two cigars. Specific cigars, intentional cigars. “It is 2017 and I have struggled.” She said as she shimmied her shoulders at the night. “Really make it any year. 1983, 2017, 3045 and the human mantra will be I have struggled. Who hasn’t! The rich man struggles underneath the weight of affluence. Trying to be more than they were born into; yet always …

In The Light

In The Light - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku

I am inspired by narrative. How a story comes in and wraps you up in a feeling of knowing the characters and feeling the sweep of their lives. So let me drag into the light a story that is metaphorical. There once was a people in a society that was considered the best the world had produced thus far. It was not perfect but it was good despite the bad. The older people of this …

They will fire up their colliders but they can’t tell us what is valuable

Morning peeked in through the window. Mother and son had been carrying on their conversation for a few minutes “Child the whole world will say that what happened was simple science. That the rocket was caught in a solar flare or passed through a pocket of cosmic radiation. They will fire up their colliders and erase their chalk boards. Then they will do good science. Their science will be profound it will be full of …

We All Change

There are so many stories in this world. Some have great heroes, while some simply happen and disappear with out making much of a wave at all. What is really important and weighty is regaling the lessons learned from such stories. Just when everything was supposed to come to an end. Ancient calendars had predicted the collapse of reality and the wisest among us were counting down the time. We all aged, me along with …

Confetti Crash

The daylight flowed through the large windows of the air port. The blue sky framed the white clouds and planes that transversed its endless expanse. Loved ones lifted into the sky by air pressure and speed. There had been murmurings in the tabloids about a new weapon. The tabloids no one really listens to them. These murmurings were listed alongside new fresh sightings of bat boy which called all of the rumors into question. On …