WINE AND GATES
The House That Jack O' Laughter?
pounded for essence first
of many sates in the sense to limit
account of soundness, a later burst
of actuality in the mete of distinct litany
warmth and strength, to divide the lam
of a silence in your ear, the truth to be a dim now
the should with the can, a let of reality for a hot damn
this precision of which, things, and reach, is any to the allow
does a heart of darkness matter?
will a silence of shrewd totals of ought, make another shadow?
is a lip of chance, the fineness of order to know a fate adding?
wasn't this mercy of sense, the right of liberties to know?
tears of destiny
the fright of selection of the doles
image as instinct for a adjourning family
of worth in the stir of wholes
still haven't wavered
for a story in bright muses of the succinct
these dramas of sincere time, is your fruition a poor?
heed of a clash of chaste am, the witness of a thus to blink
what did this make?
metal, as i'm sure you guessed
but in these shoes, of sensation and the risen remark of sake
is the turn of season your care for the blessing of the west?
tis the half of witnesses to watch for history
tis the wrath of fancying the faith in running
tis the path of happenstance that knows hath is patience
tis the caste of chance to whether the chaste of can's...
of many sates in the sense to limit
account of soundness, a later burst
of actuality in the mete of distinct litany
warmth and strength, to divide the lam
of a silence in your ear, the truth to be a dim now
the should with the can, a let of reality for a hot damn
this precision of which, things, and reach, is any to the allow
does a heart of darkness matter?
will a silence of shrewd totals of ought, make another shadow?
is a lip of chance, the fineness of order to know a fate adding?
wasn't this mercy of sense, the right of liberties to know?
tears of destiny
the fright of selection of the doles
image as instinct for a adjourning family
of worth in the stir of wholes
still haven't wavered
for a story in bright muses of the succinct
these dramas of sincere time, is your fruition a poor?
heed of a clash of chaste am, the witness of a thus to blink
what did this make?
metal, as i'm sure you guessed
but in these shoes, of sensation and the risen remark of sake
is the turn of season your care for the blessing of the west?
tis the half of witnesses to watch for history
tis the wrath of fancying the faith in running
tis the path of happenstance that knows hath is patience
tis the caste of chance to whether the chaste of can's...
Comment On This Poem ---
The House That Jack O` Laughter?
The House That Jack O` Laughter?
