The Cardboard Breadman

I am nothing more than a cowlick;
on top of the head of mankind;
standing straight up, like a stick;
as others lie down, more refined;

To say, that in a crowd, I standout;
is a most obvious conclusion;
my hair wants to scream and shout;
signifying it’s delusion.

He has opened the Veil to Wisdom;
wide open for everyone to see;
shattering any need for a schism;
gaining knowledge, that sets all free;

Why cannot everyone see it;
it’s clear as possibly can be;
so very few seem near it;
why is it apparent to me?

We

Planted as a seed; it was given its role;
designed to grow and become;
not knowing what be its ultimate goal;
to someday be joined to the One

When it was a sprout, fresh from the ground;
it was much different than nearly all others;
it didn’t blend in

From a realm well beyond our sight;
we were transferred as babies below;
rebeling above, as the children of Light;
there was no other place to go;

The lower kingdom is evil’s home;
a place where we’re to learn;
sent there, for a season to roam;
to gain

I open my scrapbook most every day;
viewing its pictures of every kind;
exposing its memories that always stay;
for it’s the scrapbook of my mind.

There’s not a physical scrapbook involved;
the picures are scrolling across my mind;
none of my past failures can be resolved;
to

We’re oft concerned about wasting time;
but, I have to ask you just, “Why?”
All eternity is but time, sublime;
for time is not scheduled to die.

What happens to time; once it is gone;
do we put it out with the trash?
Somehow, it appears as tho time

Logic is quickly becoming extinct;
emotions are now taking over;
many would rather emote than think;
their minds don’t get much exposure.

Logic very often has little to say;
for all has been said long before;
it’s hard to explain why he’s that way;
for emotion will