The Beautiful Woman
I once pointed out a woman of great beauty;
to a friend of mine, as she passed by;
his response; a good deal more than snooty;
hearing it; might make her cry.
He was so arrogant; he wouldn’t even rate her;
she wasn’t physically a
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
We’ve come to this world with power;
our soul is able to create its desires;
we’re able to become an incredible flower;
or, to whatever our mind inspires.
We often complain about how we look;
but God didn’t make us this way;
our souls were designed, an
We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.
As a baby we began; a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’
His Special Child
You’re the special child of the living God;
I’m aware that He wants you to know;
I‘m certain this revelation seems rather odd;
but the Father in heaven has told me so.
Thinking of perfection, He fashioned your face;
and whispered thoughts of love
The Crucible
Earth was designed as the crucible for man;
considered the place of life’s birth;
tho a garden in heaven was where life began;
it’s “melting pot” became on the earth.
It was where all facets of life came together;
all diversity, within it; destined to blend;
The Cloud That Surrounds
Clouds are mysterious illusions of reality;
created out of thought and coherent light;
sometimes, they’re expression’s modality
the curtain that falls, during the night.
They’re made of a fabric, reality has woven;
drifting aloft, without a care;
often, affecting all decisions we’ve
I’m a worker, attempting to master my craft;
constructing messages; word by word;
whenever, in time, I construct each new draft,
such a thought, seems even more absurd.
Wisdom and knowledge float about in eternity;
available to those, willing; to seek and find.
Must I be the one, to
Creation’s painting was born out of thought;
nothing so exquisite, is a product of chance;
souls are the paint drops the artist brought;
no masterpiece evolves out of happenstance.
For the life of the Artist was within the clay;
and the paint drops granted it’s beauty;
only the