Time with a feeling, salt...?
Open to argument, a host of decision's
Has a weary bond, with the rest of fault
The tows of remorse and ridicule, have seeming intensions
Bar room humor, from a bitter day:
Sulking at the cost of virtue, is a world to wizen
Many and fall, the taste of appreciation has a way
Without the staid, refrain of suggestion, minding...
Who can be as free, as a hard luck case with a pet?
Spin your assurances, for a quieter message...
The challenge of misery, is in the stoic appetite, whet
Of a cordial sate, in the name of shadowy causes...
Pet harmony, pet harmonize
With a voice of determination, the count of redemption?
Songs of a stranger visitation, than a clash with silence?
A hap, if not harp, of sigh's you should know, for a family of contention...
Total us, a hand in the stare
Till to you, a worldlier kind of glance, that has the fate of the view
Willing hearts of adage, and the vestige we hide and bide, to liberate a query
Risks in the fore, to select seldom among many, in the mercy we do...
Family problem's
Act of need, and the boding face of desire
Shapes of future guests to come, with the sound of your whim's
As if a dragon has seen you, in the family of deeds, to this we ire...
Coming over the hill, the truth to begin a wishing few
And to withheld conscience, the spare voice of coming how
Is the strength we adore, for a signal to when a home, is rued
A halt of silence is out and about it, when silence is the vow...
Stranger illusion's, danger's allusions
The pout of doom, to live and take well, the tradition
Of common pleasance, and the voice of meagerer intrusions
That notice you, with the eyes of anger, to these loves intuition...
Feel better, for another wish in the belch?
Today was your mind, the creation of winds no body, has felt before
Without the claim, of antipathy and jest, to worth the burden of hell?
He'll? in the tone and soul stirring where, of when dead lips spell war...
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
Time with a feeling, salt...?
Open to argument, a host of decision's
Has a weary bond, with the rest of fault
The tows of remorse and ridicule, have seeming intensions
Bar room humor, from a bitter day:
Sulking at the cost of virtue, is a world to wizen
Many and fall, the taste of appreciation has a way
Without the staid, refrain of suggestion, minding...
Who can be as free, as a hard luck case with a pet?
Spin your assurances, for a quieter message...
The challenge of misery, is in the stoic appetite, whet
Of a cordial sate, in the name of shadowy causes...
Pet harmony, pet harmonize
With a voice of determination, the count of redemption?
Songs of a stranger visitation, than a clash with silence?
A hap, if not harp, of sigh's you should know, for a family of contention...
Total us, a hand in the stare
Till to you, a worldlier kind of glance, that has the fate of the view
Willing hearts of adage, and the vestige we hide and bide, to liberate a query
Risks in the fore, to select seldom among many, in the mercy we do...
Family problem's
Act of need, and the boding face of desire
Shapes of future guests to come, with the sound of your whim's
As if a dragon has seen you, in the family of deeds, to this we ire...
Coming over the hill, the truth to begin a wishing few
And to withheld conscience, the spare voice of coming how
Is the strength we adore, for a signal to when a home, is rued
A halt of silence is out and about it, when silence is the vow...
Stranger illusion's, danger's allusions
The pout of doom, to live and take well, the tradition
Of common pleasance, and the voice of meagerer intrusions
That notice you, with the eyes of anger, to these loves intuition...
Feel better, for another wish in the belch?
Today was your mind, the creation of winds no body, has felt before
Without the claim, of antipathy and jest, to worth the burden of hell?
He'll? in the tone and soul stirring where, of when dead lips spell war...
shadow this, shadow that; and notice the shadows own you a home (I Hate You...?)