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The Cardboard Breadman

A Child

What is so special about a little child;
a seed, that’s become a sprout;
not meant to remain a flower so wild;
inner wisdom will soon win out.

Overcoming a period of gestation;
a baby, has now left the womb;
ordained for a life of frustration;
then, destined for

Abyss Of Memory

Memory is a never ending abyss;
littered with joy and sorrow;
thoughts of death and a special kiss;
forever; becomes our tomorrow.

How does it collate each life event;
and keep each one in its place;
and what can it do, so it will prevent,
running out of time and

A Cycle Called Love

I am a part of the river of life;
carving destiny out of rock;
sorrows destined to  be a wife;
my waters approaching a dock.

Success was not meant as a goal;
it was only a part of the path;
failure has really an equal role;
love overcoming our wrath.

An Open Book

My life is always an open book;
tho, I’d prefer just to hide;
sometimes, I have a confident look;
but that’s just a smirk opened wide.

I make no pretense at who I may be;
for, I have so little time left to change;
unfortunately, I’m just

Emotional Tyranny

There is a pain, only God can heal;
emotionally kicked in the shin;
so deep within; that I cannot reveal;
I don’t even know where to begin.

A mind is drawn in search of recovery;
but, recovery cannot be found;
gouged by the injury of discovery;
and peace can

A Path To Righteousness

Many seek the path to righteousness;
believing it consists of what they do;
instead, it’s a cousin to mindfulness;
and, amount of God’s love, they imbue.

Some seek a life path, with little regard;
often making selfish choices;
frequently falling; their character marred;
by listening to unrighteous voices.

A Valentine's Gift

I lapsed into sleep; though still awake;
and reality’s being, hastily flashed on;
totally confused by reality’s mistake;
it seemed I had entered a new dawn.

I found myself in another place;
not quite realizing where I was;
somewhere, within thought’s space;
I had become there, just

A Kiss That Never Was

There was something magical about your face;
something I could never explain;
the warmth of your lips that I sought to embrace;
and nothing of the past could remain.

It wasn’t about your shape or appearance;
for, sheer energy had taken control;
and logic was unable to add interference;

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