WINE AND GATES
River Reason, River Rhyme, The Boat OF Anarchy
bank and other, the smell of quicker suicide
in the hands of a lucid frame of reference
as the wind has its ought, the committal of wried
ways of intellect, the sands between the toes of seasons
breed of a salt, to be found in the reality of a cold stare
the tension of eaves, the miracle of solemn promise
to fetch for a solution in gray, the still of conditions fare
the need of wishes in the sting of waters unclaimed, for ages and spice
more than meat, we suggest the body a home
the nature of things to come, if not the stars themselves
is a place of questions and answers to offer, the thoughts of sight atoned
for the relationship with a future God, his lip for service to another delve
an angel, a sore nose, the tooth of charisma, the life of a keeping friend
all for the way we were, the still of a novelty in sojourns to the now
in the mirror of paid and pained difference, the collection of ample testimony
a place to eat our fill, and know the babbling of conscience to how
where have our silent breaths and the hill of waters triumph been?
but to beauty, for the sincerity of accolades of decision and the false delirium of sex
in the torment of sunken feelings, and the irony of doles of liberty keen
what has become of our hearts of secluded love, the tolling of a bell to survive elect
with a pondering such as this comes the still of the night, the whethering sulk of rage
in these shoes, we do know the clash of survival with the right to another kind
the simplicity of authenticity in the face of courage for a pace of patience
the soul of reason and the rational of heaven, in the spill of the milk of humanity's time
out there, is a half of nothing made curiosity
over there, is the eyes of watching need, the right to live in the stead of rather
until there, is the caste of unity we found in the style of reality come virtuosity
then there, is the walking of surmiseal of an alling hind, the try of essence to bother
thus here, the walls of divinity come for those that take the time
the right with the left, the till of candor in the shall of days that have a spirit
for the cause of honor in the first right, the might of redress for the sight of a rhyme
that has the count of history at its disposal, the dreams of surreal ought, in eyes to sit
in the hands of a lucid frame of reference
as the wind has its ought, the committal of wried
ways of intellect, the sands between the toes of seasons
breed of a salt, to be found in the reality of a cold stare
the tension of eaves, the miracle of solemn promise
to fetch for a solution in gray, the still of conditions fare
the need of wishes in the sting of waters unclaimed, for ages and spice
more than meat, we suggest the body a home
the nature of things to come, if not the stars themselves
is a place of questions and answers to offer, the thoughts of sight atoned
for the relationship with a future God, his lip for service to another delve
an angel, a sore nose, the tooth of charisma, the life of a keeping friend
all for the way we were, the still of a novelty in sojourns to the now
in the mirror of paid and pained difference, the collection of ample testimony
a place to eat our fill, and know the babbling of conscience to how
where have our silent breaths and the hill of waters triumph been?
but to beauty, for the sincerity of accolades of decision and the false delirium of sex
in the torment of sunken feelings, and the irony of doles of liberty keen
what has become of our hearts of secluded love, the tolling of a bell to survive elect
with a pondering such as this comes the still of the night, the whethering sulk of rage
in these shoes, we do know the clash of survival with the right to another kind
the simplicity of authenticity in the face of courage for a pace of patience
the soul of reason and the rational of heaven, in the spill of the milk of humanity's time
out there, is a half of nothing made curiosity
over there, is the eyes of watching need, the right to live in the stead of rather
until there, is the caste of unity we found in the style of reality come virtuosity
then there, is the walking of surmiseal of an alling hind, the try of essence to bother
thus here, the walls of divinity come for those that take the time
the right with the left, the till of candor in the shall of days that have a spirit
for the cause of honor in the first right, the might of redress for the sight of a rhyme
that has the count of history at its disposal, the dreams of surreal ought, in eyes to sit
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River Reason, River Rhyme, The Boat OF Anarchy
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