WINE AND GATES
Places More Than Said, Seldom Say More Paces
press of impression
to fold in five, the care of a new hour
without the likes of youth, truth in a can
with the sense to live in the fore, the sense to breath dour?
shame of a sense, we know the odd passions
of ourselves for the school of thought to come, home
these words and these habits of order, somehow heaven is lasting
terror for a sensation is never more than a dread shown
wests and more importantly, right here
the longing for love is a world onto itself, the sight and right of joy
to remember the swear and the tool of exaction, we keep in fear
and the sour respect of intimacy, that has the realm of worth, coy
cache of superiority, fend of individuality
the taste of hell for the risks of honor, in front of the deemed
powers that key, powers that be, powers that see
the state of suppose in hold, to overwhelm the risen kind, of seem
play and see the sate of courage in our midst, understood?
wink at the passing fury of tests and testimony that has no name, except same?
shape the destiny of ages with aplomb and the thumb of distances, to live greater than would?
seen in the pride of a conscience found want, we gather to the soul of dreams for fame?
happy to meet you, the day is long...
and the night was young, for a requiem in salvation's spirit to come
for the shames we hid, but grew as means said all along
took, now, or sent to the since for a legend in its beginning, the world be damned?
to fold in five, the care of a new hour
without the likes of youth, truth in a can
with the sense to live in the fore, the sense to breath dour?
shame of a sense, we know the odd passions
of ourselves for the school of thought to come, home
these words and these habits of order, somehow heaven is lasting
terror for a sensation is never more than a dread shown
wests and more importantly, right here
the longing for love is a world onto itself, the sight and right of joy
to remember the swear and the tool of exaction, we keep in fear
and the sour respect of intimacy, that has the realm of worth, coy
cache of superiority, fend of individuality
the taste of hell for the risks of honor, in front of the deemed
powers that key, powers that be, powers that see
the state of suppose in hold, to overwhelm the risen kind, of seem
play and see the sate of courage in our midst, understood?
wink at the passing fury of tests and testimony that has no name, except same?
shape the destiny of ages with aplomb and the thumb of distances, to live greater than would?
seen in the pride of a conscience found want, we gather to the soul of dreams for fame?
happy to meet you, the day is long...
and the night was young, for a requiem in salvation's spirit to come
for the shames we hid, but grew as means said all along
took, now, or sent to the since for a legend in its beginning, the world be damned?
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Places More Than Said, Seldom Say More Paces
Places More Than Said, Seldom Say More Paces
