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Spores Of Love

All truth is best expressed in thought;
for thoughts can’t be erased or changed;
if we could read them, we’d know what ought;
but, turned into words, they’re rearranged.

Thoughts are idly, floating free in the air;
there’s no way they can be disguised;
pushed by

Solitude

I rarely wish to be all alone ;
I think that I need someone around;
their presence, I feel I need to own;
so that I can be their own clown.

For life is meant to be a party;
at least most of us think its so;
but in the end

Life In A Hurry

Why’s life in such a hurry;
why does it go so fast?
Long ago, it rode in a surrey;
those days; long since passed.

Yesterday, I was merely a child;
with few responsibilities;
a world ahead, had me beguiled;
a world that was mine to seize.

Then, with youth

Live The Story

Always remember to live the story;
being faithful to your mission;
for your life was not intended as glory;
it’s to honor Love’s decision.

You must not live, seeking applause;
you must walk, avoiding pretense;
your very acts, must cause others pause;
but always avoid offense.

In all

Living Cycles

I felt the waves of sorrows ebb in;
and the waves of tears, flow out;
an example, how depression begins;
what the cycles of life are about.

How can joy, transform to sadness;
or sorrows, turn into joy?
It seems like a form of madness;
these cycles of life, employ.

Humility

Humility’s easy when weak and poor;
and you look to such splendor above;
though you often lust for much more;
it’s hard to imagine receiving Love.

When your life improves; you change;
your own self image is better;
your entire life will suddenly rearrange;
you’re no longer

Dream Reality

My stream of life has picked up debris;
for the riverbed is littered with trash;
I can’t find words to set myself free;
while my body’s dissolving to ash.

Words won’t come; the waters muddied;
mind is not thinking very clear;
no facts align; other options, not

Despair

My stream of life has picked up debris;
for the riverbed is littered with trash;
I can’t find words to set myself free;
while my body’s dissolving to ash.

Words won’t come; the waters muddied;
mind is not thinking very clear;
no facts align; other options, not

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