The Cardboard Breadman

Paradigms Of Life

A paradigm is our pattern for thought;
we each see things a different way;
truth is perceived by how it’s taught;
preconceptions can rule the day.

Reality is a world of conflicting opinions;
many don’t believe in absolute truth;
we live in the midst of

On Some Other Day

I played the lead role; in a play, one time;
with others; I was meant to engage;
a make believe replica of reality’s design;
this world is the Master’s stage.

Everyone who enters, is assigned a role;
each, one of us, here for a

Who Am I ?

I’ve began to wonder just who I am;
what is my purpose in reality;
am I a residue of the creation of man;
God’s image of immortality?

Was I created to live; and then die;
was sentience wasted on me;
am I destined to laugh,

A Younger Woman

A younger woman, recently caught my eye;
at a time, I felt unloved and lonely;
the passion; I could feel; nearly made me cry;
to her; I was aged and homely.

She was woman of a different generation;
certainly less than half my age;
nevertheless, I felt

In The Nick Of Time

Time always seems to have a hold on me;
directing where and when I can go;
time even decides when I can be free;
within time’s ebb and flow.

Nearly everyone lives by a time table;
it even determines when they sleep;
without time;

The Love Of My Life

When I was young; I was too small;
no girl ever paid any attention;
compared to me; they all seemed tall;
I felt I was in another dimension.

Things changed slowly as I grew older;
I still felt, hopelessly. out of place;
as I grew

Tears Of Evil

What are tears; and why do they flow;
they must serve an important service;
in what manner, do they make us grow;
they always serve a specific purpose.

Tears soak up toxins that reside within;
from the eyes they freely flow out;
removing the energies of hatred