WINE AND GATES
A Temple Found Under The Lips, Trouble
wish for the days let...
trying the clocked and knocked doors
for a stop in the hope and the busy met
is the washed face of young wars...?
presence in the flowers of power and patience
patients of presents made for a question
of passing the more for a quiet glass of soda aging
thoughts and prescience, fury onto the lasting
does this pop come with icey stares?
can we remember the day of vaunted excuses for an undying whit?
was the cordial coughing of nothing the reason for a prestige in hair?
could we blindly kiss, in the future of commotions that save a needy lip?
craving a stone instead
we have, the church of symbolism under our nose
the fight from the concerned height of a jump on the bed
the spite of origins that made us a liberty to steal the courage for a pose
might be...
said a lion in the shadows, the thing of treacle with a kiss
the light on the myth of unity to them, in spoils of anarchy
a prayer for a wondering ennui worth God and his bliss?
songs that made such rued sense, in the fate of duty's hand
time for a beloved pet of a changed season, before our very eyes
the tact of wishes in the new, for a life of excellency for the land
a lover in the new day, for the morass of guile, that has by and the why?
sounds all familiar, sounds all peculiar
a cola in the minds mine of shy tones and notes of weal
that hurry of health, in the pace of a fathers knowledge and strength for siring
that haunt of stressed stead, of a mother in the way to steal...
more than that, said a child once
the talk of natures unseen, that came to us with an exacting gain
is a hum of a chancing salt the embarrassment of their nose, dragons?
of a passion for sense to the quick of mortal constraint
pain and panic at a solutions light, in the mention of the face
stupor or gall, to gain in the worst of neglected hastes for ilk
liberty as callous gage, and destiny of a redressed lion hearted pace
all for a simple question found in the poorer eyes of destiny's milk
in the all of an angry and sensible voice
the words like butter in the instinct of harmony's strife
poignancy and the cant of bitterness, change by choice
all in wiser seasons, for the candor of a joyful life
the total of misery in the end
why did comfort of a youthful notion, become the sit of sigh's
sign's from the mediation of courage in the eaves, hardness of again
shows a willful soreness of need, like the foreign tooth of guises
trying the clocked and knocked doors
for a stop in the hope and the busy met
is the washed face of young wars...?
presence in the flowers of power and patience
patients of presents made for a question
of passing the more for a quiet glass of soda aging
thoughts and prescience, fury onto the lasting
does this pop come with icey stares?
can we remember the day of vaunted excuses for an undying whit?
was the cordial coughing of nothing the reason for a prestige in hair?
could we blindly kiss, in the future of commotions that save a needy lip?
craving a stone instead
we have, the church of symbolism under our nose
the fight from the concerned height of a jump on the bed
the spite of origins that made us a liberty to steal the courage for a pose
might be...
said a lion in the shadows, the thing of treacle with a kiss
the light on the myth of unity to them, in spoils of anarchy
a prayer for a wondering ennui worth God and his bliss?
songs that made such rued sense, in the fate of duty's hand
time for a beloved pet of a changed season, before our very eyes
the tact of wishes in the new, for a life of excellency for the land
a lover in the new day, for the morass of guile, that has by and the why?
sounds all familiar, sounds all peculiar
a cola in the minds mine of shy tones and notes of weal
that hurry of health, in the pace of a fathers knowledge and strength for siring
that haunt of stressed stead, of a mother in the way to steal...
more than that, said a child once
the talk of natures unseen, that came to us with an exacting gain
is a hum of a chancing salt the embarrassment of their nose, dragons?
of a passion for sense to the quick of mortal constraint
pain and panic at a solutions light, in the mention of the face
stupor or gall, to gain in the worst of neglected hastes for ilk
liberty as callous gage, and destiny of a redressed lion hearted pace
all for a simple question found in the poorer eyes of destiny's milk
in the all of an angry and sensible voice
the words like butter in the instinct of harmony's strife
poignancy and the cant of bitterness, change by choice
all in wiser seasons, for the candor of a joyful life
the total of misery in the end
why did comfort of a youthful notion, become the sit of sigh's
sign's from the mediation of courage in the eaves, hardness of again
shows a willful soreness of need, like the foreign tooth of guises
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A Temple Found Under The Lips, Trouble
A Temple Found Under The Lips, Trouble
