The Cardboard Breadman

I Don’t Fit In

I often wonder what’s wrong with me;
I’m uncomfortable in my own skin;
my mind conceives what eyes can’t see;
it’s clear, that I just don’t fit in.

I compare today with thoughts as a child;
for answers, I seek

The Charade

To many; this life is an endless vacation;
a circus; a celebration; a parade;
this season of life can lead to stagnation;
we’re on stage to perform a charade.

This season isn’t at all; what it may seem;
and, season is all that this is;
we’

Pathways Of The Mind

What in reality gains our attention;
how does the mind really work;
what causes some thoughts’ retention;
what is it; that special quirk?

Thoughts travel the pathways of the mind;
without using hands or feet;
Consciousness is how reality’s designed;
where thoughts and reactions meet.

Is Silence Golden

It’s been said; and written in song;
that silence is golden;
depicting a world in which all go along;
to a master; we’re beholden.

The melody was pleasant and nice;
but, what do its sentiments mean:
it’s, actually, the very worst advice;
censorship;  reality’

Passion Reborn

Many think wisdom comes with the years;
I’ve come to believe that it’s true;
we deal with our sorrows and hide our tears;
anticipating our future venue.

As I look back on the people I’ve known;
thoughts of their goodness, flow by;
it’s because

A Red Rose

A red rose is a most beautiful flower;
protected by thorns on its stem;
who’d believe; it’s a metaphor of power;
a symbol of the man from Bethlehem.

Like that man; the rose was perfection;
created in the heavens above;
thorns on its stem; provided

The Essence Of Memory

What is this mystery called memory:
how can a past thought last;
many of them, still live in infamy;
others, have gone on a fast.

What is it that makes us remember;
words or deeds, from yesterday;
some even become a dissembler;
their memory; different each

Thorns Of Growth

In life; most experience sadness and pain;
enduring tragedies and sorrow;
we’re tired of hearing our loss; leads to gain;
all want to see a better tomorrow.

But tomorrow is more than a lifetime away;
it will not come at our beck and call;
we face