The Cardboard Breadman

What All Others See

Do I see that which others see;
or, from truth, did I abscond;
how do others look upon me;
am I seen in a great beyond?

Am I a stick figure, talking;
how does their sight begin;
perhaps, a dead man, walking;
just how do I

The Essence Of Consciousness

Consciousness is reality, which all believe;
I think; therefore, I am:
there’s little, beyond; which all concede;
it is the epitome of man.

But what is the substance of which we’re aware;
does the world, surround us; or are we within;
does consciousness extend

Lonely Eyes

Before me; I beheld a vacuous face;
whose eyes were sad and lonely;
its smile appeared, all out of place;
diminished to mere shadow, only.

Seeing that face, made me feel sad;
wrinkled and damp with tears;
imagining he was someone’s dad;
a sorrowful face; full of

Eagle Eyes

We all associate the eyes with vision;
as though, with our eyes; we see;
they let in light; but make no decision;
of what reality happens to be.

Tigers use their eyes to locate their prey;
an eagle sees it all, from on high;
the tiger’s hesitation

The Old Caldwell House

I visited the house where I grew up;
tho, “grew up” isn’t really true;
at five feet tall; my tenure was up;
so I couldn’t really claim I grew.

Still, it would, forever, be my home;
a scene of each lasting impression;
tho, I

The Naked Truth

I’m sharing my thoughts on a public forum;
dare I question the emperor, without clothes;
must truth be silenced as improper decorum;
I feel I’m the thorn on the rose.

Emotionally, I’ve been to the mountaintop;
then, descended to the valley, below;
our resistance

Dark Is The Night

Darkness approaches; announcing night;
and signaling the close of the day;
you might normally think this is all right;
for the world is designed this way.

The material world is a projection of thought;
a metaphor with a much deeper meaning;
giving us hints of all

Think You Know Better ?

We were born in a world of perfection;
created by the Master and Lord;
living under His absolute protection;
yet, by some, it’s often deplored.

Some say it’s too hot; others, too cold;
both days and nights are too long;
some think they’re