Who I Am !
I am a caterpillar; holed up in my coccoon;
stepped on; by an angry foe;
sometimes I long to return to the womb;
for I’m lonely; with no place to go.
I’m the eagle, majestically taking wing;
ready to soar high above;
envying the robin;
Hello & Welcome to
The Cardboard Breadman
Pictures With Sound
Words are pictures to express thought;
gently pushed by a prevailing wind;
conflicting winds allow them to talk;
words dominion has no end.
Thoughts generate words to make reality;
light makes it all be complete;
creation fashions a most complex plurality;
consciousness makes it unique.
Thoughts are
…If Words Were Physical?
What if words were to be a physical being;
could they inhabit a physical reality;
thoughts becoming people from an unseen;
living in simultaneous duality.
If words were physical; they’d occupy space;
until there was no place left to go;
every word would become a
28 Thousand Yesterdays
Why must we focus on yesterday;
it’s even been storied in song;
why can’t we focus on only today;
since yesterday’s already gone.
I’ve lived 28 thousand yesterdays;
when will I ever be able to learn;
none will return and come my way;
The Passions Of Yesterday
Why must I always long for the past;
cannot my loves forever dwell?
Passions should be destined to last;
not cast into a memory hell.
Love is a fog; a memory, I’ve missed;
within me; it dwelt one day;
remembering when we passionately kissed;
oh,
The Visionary
Vision is life’s most curious mystery;
each person’s sight is most unique;
visions of others, throughout history;
are not ours to critique.
Most think they only see with their eyes;
such thoughts are not the truth;
that they see with their mind; may surprise;
but our
Looking Back On Yesterday
How can I look back on yesterday;
I once had called it tomorrow;
after that came; it became today;
now, it’s a memory of sorrow.
Yesterday was once my future;
surely I’d bask in success;
today, I’m more like a moocher;
with a