WINE AND GATES
Catching The Boat To The Halloween Star?
hop
must we remind
the place and the time of a call
to quiet rhymes and the sanity of kind
the account so far
in the trilling bells of worth, youth's made for a climb
the essence and the art of honor to delve, into the clear
society in the firm, to well with a burden for trying
half and hard, to where
the smile you provide, isn't the care
of a lip the way we see the share
of silence anew, the fury of comprisal in the morrow
sin
and the bite of vision in the wine of salutations
if but a recognized cope in the collection of the land
queer was the neglect of a mercy in the height of generations
amen
the risen yearning for a kiss in the seclusion of night
is and isn't for a wish that wizened
the right to look at the oblivion of a sacred idea, took
patience
if not the scourge of a demand in the richness of a heart
in a legend of courage we see, the irony of a grave chance
at a morsel of worth in the stir of burdens to correct the aren't
penny's and honey for the sand in your eye?
quiet seats of choice to defer the muse of an alien wall?
thought for sentry of did, if call for antipathy, encourages a pie?
risks of liberty in the centuries for a rather lean knick in the qualms?
pride, do you know the way to paradise?
where we are, the songs of ridden beasts, of strength
you are the similarity to futures of shadows, the lies
of poignancy and the dependency of sweeter needs, is but a canniness of bells rung
hold on, where has a name been, for a lucre in the past?
we know integrity throughout the salt you gave, for a craving of mud
nice to vice, but the livid vitamin of days gone to task
this ecstasy of doors and the abhoration of water in your mouth, is still blood
hunt the bulwark, harps?
this more than out, house of choices in the dark
though seen with a caring eye of seldom made nativities of chance
any where but the passion of frequency to a tongue, saviors of the star's...
must we remind
the place and the time of a call
to quiet rhymes and the sanity of kind
the account so far
in the trilling bells of worth, youth's made for a climb
the essence and the art of honor to delve, into the clear
society in the firm, to well with a burden for trying
half and hard, to where
the smile you provide, isn't the care
of a lip the way we see the share
of silence anew, the fury of comprisal in the morrow
sin
and the bite of vision in the wine of salutations
if but a recognized cope in the collection of the land
queer was the neglect of a mercy in the height of generations
amen
the risen yearning for a kiss in the seclusion of night
is and isn't for a wish that wizened
the right to look at the oblivion of a sacred idea, took
patience
if not the scourge of a demand in the richness of a heart
in a legend of courage we see, the irony of a grave chance
at a morsel of worth in the stir of burdens to correct the aren't
penny's and honey for the sand in your eye?
quiet seats of choice to defer the muse of an alien wall?
thought for sentry of did, if call for antipathy, encourages a pie?
risks of liberty in the centuries for a rather lean knick in the qualms?
pride, do you know the way to paradise?
where we are, the songs of ridden beasts, of strength
you are the similarity to futures of shadows, the lies
of poignancy and the dependency of sweeter needs, is but a canniness of bells rung
hold on, where has a name been, for a lucre in the past?
we know integrity throughout the salt you gave, for a craving of mud
nice to vice, but the livid vitamin of days gone to task
this ecstasy of doors and the abhoration of water in your mouth, is still blood
hunt the bulwark, harps?
this more than out, house of choices in the dark
though seen with a caring eye of seldom made nativities of chance
any where but the passion of frequency to a tongue, saviors of the star's...
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Catching The Boat To The Halloween Star?
Catching The Boat To The Halloween Star?
