WINE AND GATES
Let Decency Stare, And Love Shames, You...
Head way
Judgment in love
Waiting hour's until the bared same
Look's upon the stirring dream's we thus
Paradise and the risen might of conscience's
So famed by little deed's and the admire of since
The truth is to be our bed, will survival save itself?
From the conditions of cease, we have and need for truth begins ...
Still the hope of first and last
Made middle ground, of reasons of find
The portion of duty to seem a life has
Composed with emotion starved by the discipline, of kind's
Meant in tow, the benign owe, if not designation of woe
Of courage for another, the state of weal and now
The truth is a native coil, to seek the right to low
In the star's themselves, but once in terror we feed, for allow
Save and strange honor's, to signify the dole of enmity
Lucre enough, for a soul to realize the biding heed
Of course and force to wisdom, seen for twain, the begun energy
Of absolute reach for rational relation's, the powers that be?
Still...?
The role of love over the logic of semblance, the rued form
Of dread in the miracle we call a silent night, forth and will
Lived for shadows of could, the irony of insight worth ably the source...
Candor for the shared in, the bitterness of pristine haves
Come for the shyer wait of simplicity that has a voice to care
In all love's the misery of another, to save the risen many, is what has
A memory for since, the callous being of conception, that is a home, there
Pasts of certainty, pasts of indemnity
Recourse in a favored room, to save the non
Accuracy in a final voice, to remember the passion seen, by integrity
Where all of an angry curse, is the visit of moment's until love's, strong ...
Judgment in love
Waiting hour's until the bared same
Look's upon the stirring dream's we thus
Paradise and the risen might of conscience's
So famed by little deed's and the admire of since
The truth is to be our bed, will survival save itself?
From the conditions of cease, we have and need for truth begins ...
Still the hope of first and last
Made middle ground, of reasons of find
The portion of duty to seem a life has
Composed with emotion starved by the discipline, of kind's
Meant in tow, the benign owe, if not designation of woe
Of courage for another, the state of weal and now
The truth is a native coil, to seek the right to low
In the star's themselves, but once in terror we feed, for allow
Save and strange honor's, to signify the dole of enmity
Lucre enough, for a soul to realize the biding heed
Of course and force to wisdom, seen for twain, the begun energy
Of absolute reach for rational relation's, the powers that be?
Still...?
The role of love over the logic of semblance, the rued form
Of dread in the miracle we call a silent night, forth and will
Lived for shadows of could, the irony of insight worth ably the source...
Candor for the shared in, the bitterness of pristine haves
Come for the shyer wait of simplicity that has a voice to care
In all love's the misery of another, to save the risen many, is what has
A memory for since, the callous being of conception, that is a home, there
Pasts of certainty, pasts of indemnity
Recourse in a favored room, to save the non
Accuracy in a final voice, to remember the passion seen, by integrity
Where all of an angry curse, is the visit of moment's until love's, strong ...
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Let Decency Stare, And Love Shames, You...
Let Decency Stare, And Love Shames, You...
