WINE AND GATES
Stirring Home With Emotion, Makes Heroism (Actuality's Part)
Alone in the amassed hour?
Servitude to kept dream's, the tow of simplicity
Sour envoy, to the known hindrance of guidance to dour
Yearning and burning for a life to seem, the soul of lucre, integrity
Torches we can do without:
Milling hour's of winds and marveling hap, that save risk's, for know
From our privilege and patience, to seek a lover of wishes, without a pout...?
Tales of curiosity, and help in the form of places of silence we sake for owe
Done? or future liberty's
We tell the tale of consciences that come to need, with the nerve of same
The dissuasion of frank judgment, to live our life of witness
And the milk of human kindness, in the way we areared the solace of familiarity
Precisely now, the culture of simplicity in the ordeal of love, of us
Where the silence of drama and the committal of redemption, is a pace
Above the breed's of continued joy, with allied asking, does?
The reality of finished forces, work to our advantage, or the coming head of sates?
The answer is invariably, gone, for a sharing heed...
Of compromise, that knows the difference between the toll of an erudite bell
And the waiting house of reckoning, with causial lip's, to see the problem's of meet
Poorer by the example, as a walk with unease is, the life of act's and presence of mind, will
Wonder in the grasp of hug's and deserved good nature, of fear or joy in the skip of doesn't...?
The callous refrain of opus and deed onus, begin with an eye fully sensed
Be it craving a home with selection, or the seclusion of misery in the tear's of lesson's
Of life, with a memory to seem the coping half and sincere toward, of gall's to save since
Torches we could do with:
Almost and every face to admit to a hunger, for the silence of needs
Life to reach in the aspire of conscience's with or without the complexity of a stilling bless
To question the reality in our midst's, the weariness of passion to finish it's lead's...
Servitude to kept dream's, the tow of simplicity
Sour envoy, to the known hindrance of guidance to dour
Yearning and burning for a life to seem, the soul of lucre, integrity
Torches we can do without:
Milling hour's of winds and marveling hap, that save risk's, for know
From our privilege and patience, to seek a lover of wishes, without a pout...?
Tales of curiosity, and help in the form of places of silence we sake for owe
Done? or future liberty's
We tell the tale of consciences that come to need, with the nerve of same
The dissuasion of frank judgment, to live our life of witness
And the milk of human kindness, in the way we areared the solace of familiarity
Precisely now, the culture of simplicity in the ordeal of love, of us
Where the silence of drama and the committal of redemption, is a pace
Above the breed's of continued joy, with allied asking, does?
The reality of finished forces, work to our advantage, or the coming head of sates?
The answer is invariably, gone, for a sharing heed...
Of compromise, that knows the difference between the toll of an erudite bell
And the waiting house of reckoning, with causial lip's, to see the problem's of meet
Poorer by the example, as a walk with unease is, the life of act's and presence of mind, will
Wonder in the grasp of hug's and deserved good nature, of fear or joy in the skip of doesn't...?
The callous refrain of opus and deed onus, begin with an eye fully sensed
Be it craving a home with selection, or the seclusion of misery in the tear's of lesson's
Of life, with a memory to seem the coping half and sincere toward, of gall's to save since
Torches we could do with:
Almost and every face to admit to a hunger, for the silence of needs
Life to reach in the aspire of conscience's with or without the complexity of a stilling bless
To question the reality in our midst's, the weariness of passion to finish it's lead's...
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Stirring Home With Emotion, Makes Heroism (Actuality`s Part)
Stirring Home With Emotion, Makes Heroism (Actuality`s Part)
