The Cardboard Breadman

The Summation Of Dreams

Life is the aggregate, summation of dreams;
of what we’re born to be;
droplets of water, in flowing streams;
one of those droplets is me.

Dreams are the manuscripts, all of us write;
the blueprint sketched in our mind;
dreaming of futures; each sleepless night;

I Am An Empath

I am an empath; as I’ve recently learned;
inhaling the feelings of others;
it’s only a gift; it cannot be earned;
a link to all sisters and brothers.

It’s a mysterious energy; most surreal;
whether it be love, or wrath;
the feelings of

The Dog-Eat-Dog World

I awaken in a world of adverse competition;
laced with universal corruption;
the love of God; replaced with ambition;
the image of a volcanic eruption.

Daily, I can feel such pressures within;
feeling the intense pains of age;
sometimes, I don’t know where to

Yesterday’s Memories

I long for a future; made up of the past;
I’ve little interest in tomorrow;
past memories; are all that will last;
when joy exceeded sorrow.

Those memories of past, have no rival;
slowly fading, as I grow old;
I need those thoughts for survival;
those

No Death Is An Accident

In life; all things happen for a reason;
everything has its purpose;
whether it be; murder, robbery or treason;
reasons, hide neath the surface.

Although some occur due to frustration;
violence cannot be condoned;
there is never sufficient justification;
such deaths, should be atoned.

Many

The Approaching Void

This physical world has an ebb and flow;
as though it seeks a destination;
like how the grasses and trees grow;
as though it’s reality’s foundation.

But physicality is merely illusion;
a metaphor of what really is;
death ushers in; life’s conclusion;
introducing heavenly

Nostalgia !

I awakened in the middle of the night;
with thoughts of long ago;
remembering both sounds and sight;
why does memory make it so?

I’m now old; and memories fail me;
why do they suddenly appear;
mere snippets of a long ago, reality;
depicting pleasure or fear.

Every