The Cardboard Breadman

Landmarks Of Memory

I turned down a street; where I’d been long ago;
many memories flooded my mind;
memories are designed to teach us to grow;
healing us where we were blind.

I passed the house of a best friend; I once had;
only a block from my home

When The Lights Go Out!

Did we create this world that we’re in;
did heresy cause us to rebel;
or is reality outside us; and we within;
is earth the illusion of hell?

Where are we from; where have we been;
what is an infinite reality about;
are we

Oblivious

The morning sun heralds a new day;
pain invades my very being;
most that I loved, have gone away;
the past has become a dream.

With trepidation, I look far ahead;
tho the future is only a mist;
and so, I dwell on my past, instead;
like the last

Thoughts Forgotten

Memory is a most mysterious thing;
can we control what we remember?
How do they differ; reality and dream;
who cares about snow last December?

Memory is a cloud; drifting all about;
thoughts that influence the soul.
Why do such thoughts have any clout;
why do they exert

An Itinerant Wanderer

I’ve gotten too old to enjoy travel;
my physical body, breaking down;
worried, my mind may soon unravel;
then wander about like a clown.

I’ve lost all interest in other places;
I’d rather settle down at home;
now unconcerned over pretty faces;
living in

Just Sitting In My Car

I found myself, just sitting in my car;
listening to a game on the radio;
thoughts became; that seemed bizarre;
tho I had no particular place to go.

Outside a grocery store, where I had come;
my mind quickly traveled elsewhere;
thinking about sadness when

A Generation Of Victims

This world is made of winners and losers;
and givers and takers, as well;
also, within it, are haters and abusers;
a world remniscent of hell.

Every generation; new changes are made;
life’s landscape is constanly changing;
new attitudes and platitudes go on parade;
new