Romance, in the dark:
Liberty and it's words
World's away, sour was its marvel...
Has the opus of starkness, been heard?

World?
Save a flower, another power
Get it, on the chaste ... early?
Letting misery have its word, is still a lover...

Rage...
Has the cause of law, by the toe...
Lots of luck, to a music to face...
Sit with my sweet, sweat is the only woe...

Rancour, is a secret advantage
For a salt, illustrious
We take to times, for a legend:
In the past, today's pain is ours to discuss

Sly homage
Of cares wish, to a meager fare
Found in reason's call, to a bodings wage
Realize me, with a meandering voice, that has a new care:

The promise of a carried lip
With time to see, the climate we stir
Rages own, a harrowing trip
To us finally, from the other side of love's world...?

Haven't
The weight of a home:
Just misery, in a wait, saving meant
For a friend, a shape of things to come

To come in a reign
Of symmetry, any old heart
Of wishes will do; a hunger for fame
That esteem, is an escort to choose smart

From a handier salt...
The world to confirm, candor
Of a needy walk with fault
Before a care has the truth, to serve

A shadow, a fear's angel...
With a borrowed tear...?
Fly away, and heed the gait of hell
Is my nobility, a truer crush of we're?

Pipe's of hatred?
Introducing a friend
As a copious blossom of a time, to lead
Another nefarious and austere means, away from sin...

Cheery, the does of charity
Caring for cope; like a saving grace...
Sweeter minds, compare liberty
To a beauty, with lucre to face...

World's of wishes
Working for wisdom's solemn might
Is like a house of reality's, is...
A heart of harkening, with time to be right?

Sakes be praised...
Philosophy, acceptance, and luck
Merit, a capable look at chastity's age
I am the times, with more to tuck...

Meager kinds, methodical why's
Of a simpler wish than trouble
Sweat, secret's, lovers that shy...
Wakeful vices, and the sincerity of waits habit, restitute and or whole...

The stares of time
To wonder, is a wandering could requite?
Long loosed, and seclusion, trying...
Could a harrowed light, be instinct so bright?

Lucidly, your spite...
Cares avid enough to share:
Shift like the sands of a pipe
Flirt, with the whole eye; to stare...

Misery, I see your salvation
In a heat, a whetted appetite
Is minus, a callous intimation?
Save a respect, the time to invent insight?

A demand of virtue
Guards and doors
Floors and pardon's, have a clue
Since we are so sore...

I have saved a pretty many, also...
Wishes nobody made, without another kiss
Of life, with a burden in a causes soul
Requited with surreality, we own their vices...

The thief of salvation?
Risen, ready, and raging jungles, to hope:
A tarrying pipe, don't sin...
When it is for the asking, like a calling to something besides the end of a rope...

Light my way...
Drugs are a future dragon
Come to highness, a friend of staying
In time with a cheery smile, and not on the wagon...

Pairs
And serene justice...
For a needy tomorrow to air
With the spare eye of a wonder's spice?

Appearance's may deceive
Sour notice of a sojourn's dreams
In the way of simpler key's
Looking for a lock, that wasn't, as it seems

Total me a divine wager...
Persistent clouds have me found, in the past
A climate for decision, and the presence of patience
Which, in the name of succinctness, is a comely pass...

At welcoming the truth to sincere asking, the bounding yet
And mightier thoughts, keep well
The choices of stronger haven't, is the mortal coil of a hint
From God, and his angel's...

Where has life been, the count of hysteria
In the now, and with every naked eye to envelop an image
Of a psyche in love, with something besides my dilemma
When heaven has a crush, existence is a care for isolation, to fate:

Worlds weigh themselves in a sincere wait...
Enter the shadows, is the name of the game
Not the ascetic reply of powers, that have failed my sate:
Justice is a shrewd *****, with a sly candor in its aim...

Babies are for me...
Have a lowly smile to a wish in the voice of another
Lovely is a whole denial, for a windy now, to be
A worthier angel, in the fame of a love, to bother...

A sign of the times
A dream that was for any who could include
With sharing and carnal life, the poignant hunger of lines
In a benevolent sky, if a sun is to be a rack, ruin and rued...

Clarity:
Voices have seen it, et. al.
Where the treasures of completeness, serve a decent vanity...
With a stranger honor than suspicion; a sun coughing at your world...?

Wholeness and suicide
Straight from misery
The salute of comparison, to pride...
And it's stare at a simple wivery

Fruit's of the future, in league
With a solemn taste to essentialize
A running chaste, with silence for egis...
Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise

Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity
Shown to worth, the past of sincerity
Days share, a dream of paces duality
Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity...

Character's to haste, a harmony...?
In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity
Adding the now, is need ours for longing?
A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity?

Call of a waiting husband
Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame
Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun?
When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name...

Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem
About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind
Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living
Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind

Money, the odd ordeal of liberty...
To which, in the voice of introspection
A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity
Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

Tall order
To a whining child's offer
Didn't is my best friend, a word there
That has silence as a prophet

Winds of dissuasion
In the name of admission
A skill of pride, and intuition
Has future sorts, for a private listing

Once, upon a time...
A readied smile, has sought a thrill
Of curiosity's same, the some of trying
A panicked we, with a service to an ideal, to still

Thresholds of jaundiced more
In the skirted issue, of poignancy
To add and rest, in the name of full on war
With a finger of opportunity...

Seem and dreamt of, in foreign lands
A philosophy of courtesy, in vague fights
We have seen the obvious, the march of times hands
Into a wall of significance, looking for senses rights

Hope a shadow see's the better of a painting
Escape or given the boat of departure
The times are a changing heed, to live with a mercy wishing
For the childhood, of baring a friends win, of curiosity...

Look suspicious?
Save me from a toiling health, that has the kindness
Of worth, for a running here and now, to acquire a lesser us
In the name of joy, these charity's accept the known, with a shame's best?