WINE AND GATES
Lady On Bare, Bare On Lady; Neither Asked?
live with me, in the game of solace
to suggest a hair of defference is made for all
the sense it took to liberate even the choice of rage and its face
is worth the muse of committal in our grasp, the sanity of the fall?
father out on a fishing trip, saying the duty of dozens of new eyes to catch
the life in our asking and the dreams of done and beauty for the soul
if but a clashing zest to confirm our obvious, the solution of coping brash
the miles until home is for the selection of need in the naked eye of myself, seen to hold
appropriate as a life in the march of time is, shouldn't we consider the ode
of flowers before tree's and the smart mouth of commonness to devour the scope
of sincerity you know to be, the luck of language in the salt of surmised pretenses to fold
upon the sorry eyes of chance, to kind and the neglect, king's of duress for the sanity of cope
mother thinks until, the saving grace of holy now, new to the risen form of lips seen, kissed
the magic of yonder hill of heaven and hell, is meant for all like the notion of any in love
possibility to keep, the marvel of use in the crassness of audacity to live in another's wish
perhaps even the shape of kingdom to come, for the miracle to know another life that does
is it done yet, asks the rogue of nature come...
if to collect a sin in the name of simplicity could, the sallow suggestion of me's over meet
this awkward moment to give, is a hardship of panic's passage to the days of better homes
of regard and the angel of drempt liberty seen once again, in the place of a vanity to eat...
itself? how does one know a bird from a bush?
heaven? couldn't the façade of generosity seemed for a loving gaiety, come whole?
ourselves? wasn't shame the name of done instigation, weals known, to clarify semblances hush?
hell? power beyond beauty in the variety of candor that is, lovelier words to save the dole?
begone vampire, begone
the taste of honesty in the air for a summary flair of composure is anything but you
my many qualms and demands of names to give, come is a liberty best left to held and won
forever and ever the symbol of levity in questions and answered might, we know you, for glue...
to suggest a hair of defference is made for all
the sense it took to liberate even the choice of rage and its face
is worth the muse of committal in our grasp, the sanity of the fall?
father out on a fishing trip, saying the duty of dozens of new eyes to catch
the life in our asking and the dreams of done and beauty for the soul
if but a clashing zest to confirm our obvious, the solution of coping brash
the miles until home is for the selection of need in the naked eye of myself, seen to hold
appropriate as a life in the march of time is, shouldn't we consider the ode
of flowers before tree's and the smart mouth of commonness to devour the scope
of sincerity you know to be, the luck of language in the salt of surmised pretenses to fold
upon the sorry eyes of chance, to kind and the neglect, king's of duress for the sanity of cope
mother thinks until, the saving grace of holy now, new to the risen form of lips seen, kissed
the magic of yonder hill of heaven and hell, is meant for all like the notion of any in love
possibility to keep, the marvel of use in the crassness of audacity to live in another's wish
perhaps even the shape of kingdom to come, for the miracle to know another life that does
is it done yet, asks the rogue of nature come...
if to collect a sin in the name of simplicity could, the sallow suggestion of me's over meet
this awkward moment to give, is a hardship of panic's passage to the days of better homes
of regard and the angel of drempt liberty seen once again, in the place of a vanity to eat...
itself? how does one know a bird from a bush?
heaven? couldn't the façade of generosity seemed for a loving gaiety, come whole?
ourselves? wasn't shame the name of done instigation, weals known, to clarify semblances hush?
hell? power beyond beauty in the variety of candor that is, lovelier words to save the dole?
begone vampire, begone
the taste of honesty in the air for a summary flair of composure is anything but you
my many qualms and demands of names to give, come is a liberty best left to held and won
forever and ever the symbol of levity in questions and answered might, we know you, for glue...
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Lady On Bare, Bare On Lady; Neither Asked?
Lady On Bare, Bare On Lady; Neither Asked?