WINE AND GATES
Shame Was The Name, Of Asked Echoes...
hit with the rise
in the sound of gains that is a locked box
is may to service to an ideal time, wise?
the lips of dreams for a seem, of cause that has the ought
yearning for the since, we know the shine
of a mete in the brides of yonder years, the toil
of justice and the mercy of cope, before sin is no crime
but the tender lore of a wish, to find in mortal coils...
human or honored
we select our tongues for a bartering of when beyond
these are the kisses of future tense, the life wondered
if the soul of a panic or its poise to delve, into the burden of longed...
before the song, after the sun has a lurid toll
the waiting for sates in the harvest of mirrors, and the stress of demand
succinct is a charge of care, that had the sense of lend for all
bent to the point, the waging of a new worth, is to be the gift of the land
shadows in the eyes, the work of winks for a silent hill of reproach
the naked further to keep, in the sands of hope that peak
we were the walls themselves, says a creeping feeling of shouldn't the host
be the work of a past day, the sincerity of havoc to reek
time loves to be kin, where a people is adored
the monster of dependency is ready to seek, the more we know the lord
of a chaste example of shame for a better name, than what was offered by war
could the can of survival be, the lover of seclusion in the selection of foreign's?
why the thirst... of an oncoming word
in the stir of vestige, to know a bright eye for a moment alone, with you
yet the season, to defend the smile of being for not, the rest assured
is a hungry tooth for simplicity to youth, in the name of curiosity of who'th?
time itself, time in health
the weary eyes of somehow the kind of allow, we determined odd
this angel of sincerity is for the take of thus in the witness of wealth
that has come forth, with a soiled moment of myth, for your approval or laud
in the sound of gains that is a locked box
is may to service to an ideal time, wise?
the lips of dreams for a seem, of cause that has the ought
yearning for the since, we know the shine
of a mete in the brides of yonder years, the toil
of justice and the mercy of cope, before sin is no crime
but the tender lore of a wish, to find in mortal coils...
human or honored
we select our tongues for a bartering of when beyond
these are the kisses of future tense, the life wondered
if the soul of a panic or its poise to delve, into the burden of longed...
before the song, after the sun has a lurid toll
the waiting for sates in the harvest of mirrors, and the stress of demand
succinct is a charge of care, that had the sense of lend for all
bent to the point, the waging of a new worth, is to be the gift of the land
shadows in the eyes, the work of winks for a silent hill of reproach
the naked further to keep, in the sands of hope that peak
we were the walls themselves, says a creeping feeling of shouldn't the host
be the work of a past day, the sincerity of havoc to reek
time loves to be kin, where a people is adored
the monster of dependency is ready to seek, the more we know the lord
of a chaste example of shame for a better name, than what was offered by war
could the can of survival be, the lover of seclusion in the selection of foreign's?
why the thirst... of an oncoming word
in the stir of vestige, to know a bright eye for a moment alone, with you
yet the season, to defend the smile of being for not, the rest assured
is a hungry tooth for simplicity to youth, in the name of curiosity of who'th?
time itself, time in health
the weary eyes of somehow the kind of allow, we determined odd
this angel of sincerity is for the take of thus in the witness of wealth
that has come forth, with a soiled moment of myth, for your approval or laud
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Shame Was The Name, Of Asked Echoes...
Shame Was The Name, Of Asked Echoes...
