WINE AND GATES

Doors Knocked, Kicked, Kissed And Kinged

am if same, the role to hold in my teeth
the wind became the sound, of regret for a silent care
themselves, I noted for a qualm in the spill of beseech
if but a beauty, the ley of sincerity would have been here

the truth of stones and the miracle of homes
in these when's and bland muses, for the rest of us
the angel of willingness is a requiem of misery to ask about thumbs
liberty in few, the simplicity of due, we see the must of thus

improper to the sanity of chastity to quote the savior of a day
"business of choice, the sorrow of voice, furthering in souls"
many more than that, the bubbles we make, are for the shape of heirs
in the dissuasion of guile to come, the honor of shame in the habit of old...

terror, do you know the kisses of chance in the witness of joy, merit?
had or secrets of infidels to the table of semblance, in the wink?
of sound versus the doom of show, that is a means to end, the wishes in dire spirit's?
fury in the shall to come, is water to the keeping smile, of chaste enough, prayers ink?

perhaps not and why not
the ailing fish to give another, kindred
is to hardship the ark of sovereignty we bless, the page of others and their lot
wizened upon the neck of redemption we are, the heart of service to an ideal, bled

if to ends, the world at large is a miasma of consciences as found to fear?
immediate, the stone of duty to give asking and aspiration for the rest of eyes
intended to keep, a lover of gross antipathy for the misery of lest, the sake of nearing
the light we see, if to cessation is a martyr? in the name of heaven, slime


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