The Cardboard Breadman

The Woman I Love

There are many women that I love;
most of them won’t ever know;
their energies of life, come from above;
shared; to allow me to grow.

For each woman; I would have her back;
were she ever to become in need;
in spite of the

Too Many Yesterdays

Life is a pilgrimage, lived in seasons;
each, tougher than the one before.
Why do we struggle; what are the reasons;
what is it, we all are living for?

We’re taught to live one day at a time;
a task that most are unable do;
yesterday

Change Of Address

An address refers to a specific location;
a place where we occaisionally go;
It might be a home or a place of vacation;
or the home of a friend you know.

“Address” is a most complex, unusual word;
as a noun; it represents a location;
and yet;

Understudies Of Life

We think we’re a completed creation;
destined in a world to become;
instead we’re a soul; seeking elevation;
final proof of the power of One.

We’re in training to become actors on a stage;
an understudy of the life to come;
contemplating God’s

The Harder They Fall

The bigger they are; the harder they fall;
a message, I was given; when young;
small, for my age, less than five feet tall;
and the bullying had scarcely begun.

I quickly learned the message was mistaken;
size, in fighting; still critical;
bullies, I learned, were

A Legacy Of Words

I will never establish a physical empire;
I’ve neither the strength, nor will;
conquest wasn’t meant to be my desire;
I live only to love; not kill.

I place little value in physical strength;
for strength seems to come and go;
nor, place importance

Life Of Appearances

Most of us, have lived many lives;
all wrapped together as one;
different homes; husbands or wives;
since this life; first begun.

Each life; a facet of personalities;
never was it; what it seems;
life’s appearances; simulate realities;
creating many diverse dreams.

Each mind walks upon

Wistful Memories

Melancholy would descibe each memory;
with so very few exceptions;
My past is baptised in total infamy;
I mostly recall my rejections.

Wistful memories enter every dream;
they’re thoughts; I cannot forget;
my failures have captured my self-esteem;
filling me with a sense of regret.

As I