Tale to tell
Three piggies
Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell
And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's

A spidery breeze...
Aled to allure, the *** of repose
Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze...
Compare me to silence, a need confirming those

Days end, in a savoring grasp
With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story
Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last
With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry...

The pride, the copious sorts
When the world has a patience for your gifts
Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short
The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts...

A world of voices and presiding choices...
That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover
The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more
In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt...

Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek?
That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory
That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek
Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story

Cornered stillness
Wages of redemption, to savor a poise
Purpose is a revelation of lasts, without a bless?
For a family of thought, that has reason by the other side, of a charity of choice...

Time and harmony's privacy
Sexier hours by the cold shoulders, of a won...
Wondering by ... and the dote of a special trying
Seemly dependency of a quiet need, for decency's plan...?

Sense in the open, curiosity to venture...
One, two, three; a hat for silent opportunity?
Compare a bystander, to the questions of yore
Can a proper gayness's holiday, have presents for presence of mendacity...?

The meaning of finished smiles...
The character of sincerity, to contain an intensity's justice...
Justified by solemn stares, that confirmed a notion's while...
In the hand of virtue, still wondering if a voice is to be something greater than undue nicety...

Careful now, does home for honey for a human honor...
Sit pretty or potentialize pity?
Sit well, the nefarious eye of hope; is a promise petty...?
The lights of wonder, as if avarice or peace, is a city of essences liberty...?

With the voice of a lion...
The stir of stillness, as a word to the wise
Has the fame of nary a sakes patience, in bared eyes, directed to  audacity's  silence...?
All in a better smile, made from avid chance, to liberate even tomorrow's sigh's?

Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...

True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...

Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...

Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?

Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?

Patiences of youthful kisses...?
Do we assume; a happier honor?
Smiles and hugs, have become a list's
***, where, do we love a fist for sanity, or...

Rage, is a child a pile of ****?
Sour knowledge, of a rolling hiccough
Sticks and stones, with a star to fancy lip...
Catch on it, or, make a liberty a tomorrow's such

Mean, to measure a life with blood...
**** and pluck, isn't it sunshine's fear?
Quiet faces, that admit youth
Is more than rain, to openly near...

Rage, I have you by the panic
Pursue a wash, and dispose of a waste
Where has become, a sorts to seek...
Share guarantee, of a wish in want's presence

A satisfied kiss...?
Worth one more, identity in a handful of grace
Time, is leaving for an angel's wish
Where suicide can keep your today's pace...

Day to sweeten
Day to finish a thought
Day to exact sovereign
Day to dream, a world is odd...

Done?
Wealth of a sincere wish
Taken to example, for a kinder love
Silence is a house, seek me when a star's finished

The tired eyes of tragedy
*** of a wanton song
Never heard, except by my marvel, an oddity
Of measured distance, for decency, all along?

Time with a friend
Sharing a word, with sallow imagination...
Tirades with a ploy, is this the end?
Couth or courage, adding the face of silence

Fate of desire, that came:
Fate in a charity, to serve
Fate of a copious sense, of shame
Fate has made a with, without a dread to earn a curse

Typewriter's
Have my dread
If random waiters?
Listening for the phone, patience's lead

I type like a fool
See my chaste, with perception
I have officially lost my cool...
As a redress, for spoken introspection, we seem

Care and character have their fools...
More than a corrected future
Few a strength, with the voice of youth
Call it crass, an impunity is bred to keep curiosity?

Jaded or judged words of defiance...?
Solemn time, in a year's clock
Share the skip, of Friday the thirteenth
We have other words, to viciously mock?!

Victim of heroines?
A heed of suggestion, calls me...
On the typewriter (which always wins...?)
Where is a telephone more a friend, than dread in holy deeds; dear me...

Is; your fate is with meager
Toil and baffled eggs, I wearily tell
Of what interim, there is, to the devil
With his horns and forked tail, pursuing you from hell?

They seek; gum removers
And, gum without a tired eye...
Are you a decency, with a misery of lovers?
Should a lover sleep with you, when shoulders ask if submission is yours for a pipe?

Hello, austerity
My many and stultified mercy
Is a role in a quieter city
With a rise of mercy, to the level of heaven, where it's even mine to worry...

Count me in...
A hated smile, favoring nothing's eyes
A patient stir of shame, to sin...?
All in the way, for a devoted face to keep why...?

Deeds of whether, in moist eyes
The problem we detain, is your terror...
Intended of weary and cold shoulders, a cough of lives
In waiting, your presence of many and mind, to compare...

Salt of an ought, sweet of demand?
Substitute me, for a question to land
A privilege in the renown I produce, with a babes hand?
The question we threat, we sigh is a different peace to challenge

Spare significance, to a worldly stare
In a patient craving, for the ecstasy of a wish
The children of spite, notice an answers care
Does to due, and dread in doles of since...

Does this dragon, this wage of responsibility...
Owe me, the duty in a climbing avarice, solemn
For a stranger voice to prove, the irony of a vague city
Sorry, but no wish in the rage of riches, is a subtlety to keep the wind...?

An ancient boat, with a right to find the better...
The creation of worth in the mysterious hands of compliance
Have stepped forward, with a soapy smile, poison to the letter?
We understand your worlds, your chastity has another lie:

Known knowing a wish for the very vanity you espoused
Is a dead angel, if the rain is to be our friend?
Where the hell is your soul? your chance came and housed
Yours, a soul obvious to life, but not even love has one to spend...

Tarts...
And the worth of a woman to deliver the news, to you
Not me, an original silence of domain, that shewed the infant for smarts
In the name of a careful rest and duped relaxation, a quiet coup
Come of age, with your specialness in mind; do women in love feed scars?