things are lonely what can I do?
believing in God is a start
believing in you has a heart?
philosophy depends.
it deepens thought to ends;
and though it rules query,
it answers verily
we know color, but
do we know
black and white?
reality does show, but
sight brings out
the range of bright
the sun won't shine,
the moon gloweth,
I'm ready to dine,
you cook knoweth?
I have some veal,
you know howeth?
'tis handsome meal,
you cook knoweth?
how the moon fades,
the sun sheweth,
the table made,
you cook knoweth?
I have more wine,
it doth floweth,
I'm ready to dine,
you cook knoweth?
'till we meet again, friend,
until we see His face
'till our days are finished,
until we seek his place
darkness may befall us,
that we know 'till won
'til we see each other,
until we see the Son
Rooster as announcing dawn,
Wanting deer on my lawn
Front door as stretching wide,
Sunshine warming my pride
Clouds as breaking apart,
Drying dew on my cart
Design of a brand new day,
Great things will come my way
storm cloud approaching,
getting tall and wide
o, anvil top drawing near,
in the blue abide
lightining striking closer,
thunder it won't hide
o, rain will surely find this way,
falling 'neath its tide
bicycle, on the pedals,
making my way on my feet
bicycle, on the frame,
making my way is a treat
bicycle, on the tires,
making my way down the street
bicycle, on the chain,
making my way in the heat
bicycle, on the wheels
making my way to supper's seat
an inspiration, from day one,
creative to the very end
a work, that spanned ages,
and for every mend
and goodness, he was human,
to the very core
his art, will be imperious,
his music to be lore
is there a path in life you take?
there is a star in Bethlehem...
the alone are in an authority,
everyone is in a rebellion,
but the narrow road leads to heaven
better get your books on
better let your brain ignite
better lay your head upon
better, say, sleep at night
better get in on your book
it will get you off the hook
until your neck starts to crook
again, go ahead and look
and then, read it in your nook
accept the things that can
ban the things you want
only the things you ban
are the things that can't
all the things cthat aid
are the things well paid
an iffy adherence, to the page,
of the point, that's from a pen,
is just, what the doctor ordered,
to make a writer, fall asleep, again