There’s very little we understand,
of the immense power we hold;
to which we can avail on demand;
but rarely find ourselves bold.
Often we’re serious for a moment or two;
believing in all that we say;
but simply our words lack power to do;
it’s our
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
There’s very little we understand,
of the immense power we hold;
to which we can avail on demand;
but rarely find ourselves bold.
Often we’re serious for a moment or two;
believing in all that we say;
but simply our words lack power to do;
it’s our
The soul is able to love all as one;
though the body never will;
dating back to since time has begun;
the soul never gets its fill.
Love is the sexual joining of two minds;
a permanant lasting bond persists;
since usually by physical, reality’s defined;
it’s as
I thought of a day, many years ago;
events were so clear on my mind;
I found myself wanting to know;
how reality is truly defined.
Thoughts were not the same as sight;
in some ways they were more clear;
I could sense sadness and feel delight;
by viewing my
Many attempt, their love to define;
with sweet scents and musical notes;
others use dinners followed by wine;
and most cleverly devised quotes.
Most, unaware how love is planted;
a seed, sown deep in the mind;
or how it can grow and is granted;
by such things, love is defined.
There’s nothing quite like nothing;
nothing will ever be.
If I were to be nothing;
nothing would be like me.
But nothing’s a world all its own;
so is it nothing’s father;
or maybe it’s nothing’s home?
Don’t even figure; don’t bother.
Nothing
…Sitting at the dinning room table,
so many winters ago;
it almost seemed a fable,
as I watched the falling snow.
For it was half a century of years
since that mid winters day;
with other memories, laughter, and tears,
to wipe that memory away.
But, nevertheless, it still existed,
…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