Day of unerring
Doth, a worldly expanse
Decision to verify order, and caring
Decency is such a character, a problematic and

Sunshine of a mutual lip, to these we are taken
Suddenness of a callous air, with sharing in mind
Simple to us a wishes guard, and a have, no faking
Sense is a shrewd tow, in the name of purposes, find...

Look what I see...
Long thank you's, and moments to clarify
Live and let live, if may we begin here to be
Levity to itself? and others, the mercy we try...

And more, the doors of ecstasy
With adore, the food of gallantry
Found gaiety, the dance's of history
Sound hope, the passion of reality

Try me, try us, try ours...
No, of a tarrying night
Set to rights of rise and fall of a loved one, safety in numbers
Happens in a cloud of reasons, with a hat that knew all, before spite

Limerick in the nocturnal fog
Coming in heavy, with a round eye
Blessing the land, with a call, somehow maudlin
I saw a legend of hop, skip and mind, the native sign...

Realizing my mistake, a role of here to fore?
Lip's and detail's of a summary gift of a bird
Done to right's, and without dalliances war
Far in the night away, behind and sore truth heard?

What in blue blazes does this have to do, with merciful all?
Left to ones decision's and advice, in a rotund ear
Can the limerick rhyme with a handsome persuasion to fulfil?
Reading the opportunity before day knock's, I address my fear:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who looked good swimming, but said the rudest thing
When my *** burns on the beach, is it the sun that is luckier
Than a cold kiss from a shadowy first, with lasts to linger?

Nantucket is a shoe with pretty origin's...
Since we are both kind to a fog, is a whale of a chance our mission?
Toe to toe, and looking for again, the mightier approach to lend
Can I have another kiss, to compare hidden shares in the, soon?

The moon, since when do I look like a piece of green cheese?
Since you came apart at the seems, with a rule of thumb
Distance to your smile, is one to ask a favor from a heathen...?
Help me take the time to save our yearning, for a cleverly climbed, number?

Huh?
Sing the song, and merry a long try in the tooth
Of foreign significance to a relationship we are, among
The neglect of serendipity, as a child's empathy runs to couth

Couth can do mathematic's?
So does a mind wandering about the nature of you, though cold shoulder's
Have the silence of promises never met, but can in moment's alone with each other
Can we name our favorite time, a place in the sun, with a risk for a need older?

One, follows two, like your shoe left
Right about three, it will save a step four
Figuring but five finger's, and a sixing tree in the wind, since
Seven heaven, and the eight times we met in the rain, so dour...

Nine or none, then and ten, will become our love?
Share with me a privilege, and see the silence I adhere to, and enjoy
The reason is mine, to seem a curious patience, which I admit does
Become a sun beam worth a look, that is a real enough press for joy?

Limericks, and lady's
Love and need's undying
Sense from a passion in the more, we detail as seeking a fate
That has the time of day, with a glass of wine...?

Witness we're, witness weird
The frank display of power...
Past the common rue, of suggestion in the norm
Simply the kind of thing that comes to these, for hour's?

Of justice in love with commit
See, the confusion a flower brings
To the table, a wish in hands of relent
That know you, the course of courage to welcome means

A display of withheld judgment...
For a climate of given example, to issue a plea
Is a worthier name in the meld, blind to us and sense?
Friend absolution, our name is done without the heat of...

Here is your gift:
Space for a reaching heed, that came to influence
A spare lip for good measure, the tale of irony and it
The truth in a nut shell, that some believe is innocence

Why do you arrive in the scare of prodigy, to look the part?
The taste of **** and fetid kind, is a realm to its heart...
That began with the world in a guided moment, and ended where it started
A shame in tows of insecurity, that never knew yourself for it's art

Message from far off
Known to you, with mars
Heed me in the scowl of decency, to come
When seriousness is to be our heart

Ages go by, and a family knows
The **** energies that make us like glue
To stick to each other, or be pulled apart
When all else fails, the honor of knowing your, who

Burden's no one seems to have seen
Clamor and vicinity to a fruiting home
The tell tale wishes of vice, and its vision
To know a bother in the maelstrom, of when we are some

But the tooth we shall know, for ever and ever...?
Like a herald of dismal days, gone to ***
With but an eager kiss, dismay, without though, ruin's never
Given the odor of history, that comes and goes like it ought...

Prove me a liar
And show the terror I dwell with
Secrets of imagination and it's opinion, higher
Come around the corner for a hour of bliss

Tick, tock
Old men and women to know, secure
A right to rigid honesty, a place never mocked
Except to drive home a point, of legend and worth

See the smile of common, done?
Here, is the overtness of going and coming...
With the rue of suddenness, that completes the sojourn
Of a handsome day with friends, to encourage a heart winning...?

Why? and a metaphor for benign need...
Simple arears and the climb of vantage, to know
Keeps the our of such and more, a willing half of means
See our issue, the folly of recompense, for a legend to grow

Hate
And the skill's of suggestion to fathom a new grasp
Of knowledges lucre, and the social demeanor of our fate
Still here, after all these year's, despite a discipline to ask...

Angel almost, an umbrella...
Sweet to truth
And voiced when arduous dilemma
Is in sight, is misery the vice of youth?

Simplifying agony
Of common ground, for an idea...
Seemingly the exchange, of harmony
To a friendlier step, towards becoming whim's

Mercy has seen...?
Me, in the aloof future
Quiet composure, a strength keen
Ready to exact, a chance of choices curiosity?

Wondering about behavior...
Sincere eyes of mine
Have shared a care, with serious duress?
The labors of liberty, to seek a vestige's time?

And with a cough, we will know tumult...
Sent from now, the either of heed
The rancor of seclusion of a gain, to never fall
From such a height, that has the reality we need...

Loft to a wish
We saw in a summertime snooze
Patient few, and deserved relinquish
Tender prides that became fate, and with who's

Snores we thought were destined
To reach the marvels of unity
Seeking the realm of poise, satisfied
With a time, and the remark of individuality

But awaken we did, the love of cease
And desist, made to show youth
Carrying the known, forward to each
Saving the bound here, and considering the couth

Where has a little more philosophy than set
Been? like a fruition in mar and selection
The taste of popularity is one to mind, full and let
With day's dream's and heroic future, that know devotion?

But the dream was a nightmare, stilling a speak, and which in a whirl
Looking at the hill's of reproach, am I the stir of something better?
Like a bolt in the blue, we see our human sunshine laugh than curdle
Like a milky smile, that has the host of callous in mind, to anger...

Seen? comes the answer of an older and wiser friend
Might and the open eyes of redemption, a heart to find issues
Of liberty all right, perception, that has compelled a lot to ends
Of courage and the risen road of justice, that has a word with the world and its dues

Craven versus careful
None versus needlessness
With the world to prepare our way, the trumpet of ideology
Has the sense of could, once more, a wish be the reality of our unity's bless?

None tomorrow, none today?
Wishing you a merciful, now
Truer pout's and cares, could a loyal
Companion, comprehend your asking, vow...?

Does a puppet like to watch, you understand?
Misery's music and it's forbidden gift's?
Of curiosity and its chide, couldn't worldly eyes befriend?
Turning weal into knowing kind's irony, past time for us?

Candid to a brazen lip, that saw your eye's
Wonder right back, the sincerity of an imagination's have
Is a clamor for surprise, and means to liberate, well, wise?
Considered the which of the whence, we save, you, from it's gaiety?

Never seclusion, our futures in limbo?
The waiting wishes to air in a room, with windows parted
Known to be, our freedom in the hope we add, owing...
Here is a sharing heed, ready to become soul's smarter?

Future clues fated to a salty excuse, that had the name
Of presence and a joy to finish its first mile
With a risen course, in hardly any fame or shame...
The knower, and the nothing, but the fate of a friend, to enjoy the silence?

Naked feeling's, promises we never imagined
Without presence in the paces of good fortune, with arguably toil
Of requiem in the miracle we call, intuition weaned
From the smile of causes, we named in vengeance, cowards

Loan of sincerity
Height to a swallowed pride
Music from nothing, so you can be free
Where and why for, the logic we hide?

Peace with earthen stares
Life with a could, to save a friend
Marvelous paces of rue to fair
Can we have the truth of your sigh's, and amends?

Yet, in view...
Time to serve as a backdrop, to glances and glares
Use of a believable form, to the vice's we soon
Risen altogether, in the name of a conscience that cares?

Live with us in the home of nary come stilled
There in, the about, the pout and the vow to earn
Sophistication to understand a serious question, little
Is a moment with our kindness, the fate to learn?

Candidly...
The wealth of a world come to ire's and fascination
Is a role of yearned for call, to a wishful means
We see your smile in the eaves, asking a host, if we can?

More power to you...
Life with a rhyme and a reason, found for a capable mere
Of resolute have to the habit of might make's right's that do
The impossible, when we have simple courage to hear...

Lent a thrown
Kiss...
Mighty mention in a form, to own
A herald of since, and again, this

So sweet, the verses of a bible
Lore among sincerity, a covenant of also
And meticulous keep, to explain liable
The rise and fall of life, to principle's of though...

Those and the caring in future's of spirit
We call upon and claim, is a world to reserve
A strength for the coming hour, to hope and whit's
Adding but the meant, for meaning a new ideal, worth...?

Society at large, a health to remind us
The mercy in a stare of a lifetime
Is still with us, the composure of courtesy to a discussion
That has the day like the all of us, where there is call, there is trying

Let one more time, and with a voice
The arbitrary and the meager, to save a creation
That has chosen paradise, as well enough alone, loyalty
To become the still thriving and bared decision, of our cares intuition...

What would a stranger say, if a callous heed became a forces unity?
Like the rainbow of yore, time is an issue to overwhelm the could
With a greater cause than the collapse of love, into notion's duty
See the senses play amid power's and prayers, and we are the first of many, to see the good...

Was not was, tomorrow
Friends of peace caring, proving
Time and silence, borrowed
Witness the bride of taste, lovingly...

Paces of hardy smile's, taken to not
Prepare you, for a shadow of compliment?
Known this way and that, the order of heed, brought
Forth a kindred, asking, "Is hair our gift or lament?"

Been the strength, of a mind to account
Opulence, surmiseal, and honor's came...
True to an eternal, season of quiet and pout's?
Shared in the knowing, a presence of same...

Days gone by, and a larger than life, bird?
Happy today, and meant with blessed youth
Timid eye's of the poise we affirm, is a question heard
"Will we save the truth in hand, or simplicity's intention, good?"

Tender was the night, of our discovery
Ten finger's and hope intertwined, the laugh of common
Time with a sincere problem, in the wishes of many
Yesterday, was a golden lip, with sharing to say, "Home"

Do bird's with eave's on their bespoken lip's...?
Have the sense to rhyme and reason, with the waters of none
Compare a shadow to our contempt, the oracle of youth, and whit's
Was a portrayal of symbols of play, not the place of fun?

Occult
And the service of avarice, to examine the patience's of life
Those and woes, of remedy in the argue of a time, without fault...?
Is our heed so ungainly, that we don't know a wish in strife?

Past with passed precisely
Tense and offered a clue and a cue
Of memory in the hand held by another, a lead
To ever the similarity we have, and know is coping, due

Look, where no man has seen
The kisses of earth, voiced with a strength
To live in the open, once more, and win
The careful race of poise's charity, to excuse by length?

Tenaciously, the could...
With a bandaged heart?
To look even more, into the eye's of should
The willingness, keep reasons we learn...

Of each other, and the oddity's of courses in truth
Will a half of liberty know to show itself, before us?
The waking hour, and its vision of hearing the might of youth
Has need's of welcome and distance to heed, that are thus...

Live with a promise
In the than, the yearning hopes we account
Richly to a life in merely, a simplicity of sigh's
And the actual lip of causes added, if not adroit to need, now

Past with passed precisely
Still by the couth of decency and its heirs, a resolve
Of callous means met in the end, of where passion is a key
Let in the creation of encouragement's sense, a patience to love...

Penny left to me
Penny in the news, a stated alarm
Penny set to sight's, a song in a key
Penny liberated, from the misery and it's charm

Penny with a frightened stir
Integrity to vouch in the distance
A light of common surprise, to this world, unearthed
We are the dance of voices, that come and go, in shadows

Wink's cost the chance...
But *** is a role we all can play...
Sour vantage and the salt of curiosity, amends...
We afford with each other, where grounds of patience come to say...

Decency was a fool for us
Made to accept the actual and the pangs of heed, moment's
Of its kind, and nature of a length of a bared hush
Is a wall to understanding, that has become prayer's and relents

Shame it had to be youth, though...
Coming and going with a smile to issue a cheerful plea
Sincere, the name of composure in our midst, a wish and a couth
Time to understand the twinkle of a star, that has seen me

Least and privacy, the salt of courage for a fleeing night
Known to be, a carnal lip, but where is remorse so sated
If not the wealth, of seed and conscience that came to age in rights
In the limelight of urges and contempt, we now keep lest, fated

Lied
And with a whole luck
The thread of disdain, might?
Save a little more than futures to pluck?

Common, and due the stars?
Shadows of worth, that complete ourselves?
Shame and direction to a carnal heart?
Time in the wishes of another, that earned its wealth?

Tragedy, never more than else?
The cold shoulder of withheld wisdom
That calmly collects a shine of misery, and melds
Of complacency we set before ourselves, the pout of a question

Look
And seem the prowess of benign blessing
Have we begun a stare, with a realm to its touch?
Inclined to avarice, like a fool wishing more, was lessing?

Good natures...
The tender when of a consciences wind, now chosen to serve
The tale of guidance and aggression to a moment's cure
When poised futures have a lie to say, the length you took to learn?

Purity, not prophecy...?
Ably the quaint, to see the coming host
Not hot, not horror, not history
But a mind you owe with a miracles finger, that owes you back, liberty to a ghost...

Figurative all, to do the intolerable?
Succinctly ours, the future to shine?
In a presence for lived design, a habit we sour?
At, and well, a sulking hat that has the time...

Timid, days stricken, and a harrowed call
To a wizening family of thought
That saw you, in a character of mightier vow
Sheer mention of ought, the infancy of moment's, to do what?

Looking here to normalcy
Asking if a watery eye, has a legend or a myth?
Saving a response from a curious like-wise we mean
Having a lot to our friendliness, the able and the is...

Avoiding a jest, with the measure of many?
See, the coming honor to serve a shrouded question?
Halt and secure, the blanket of simplicity?
Shadow a pretty freedom, as if a wall is, a hero worth seldom's selection?

Can curiosity dance with me, comes a voice...
Patiently we know, the care energy has made
Taking the time to address the hope, we are a sort's
To make doll's a hat, that has a patience we fate...?

Tenacity, comes again, the voice of a little boy...
Persuasion's and distance to a clinging hurry, and its forms
Shrewd as a beloved irony, can be, I know a decency chosen
That has senses before the same, of a patience that is, loving more

What should a mention of a callous and actual lip of sincerity be?
Can an hour of dissonance and identity become our soul's tale?
Is a relationship with idleness, the only way an open letter can keep?
Asking a little girl and boy to pray, is a where ours to kiss and save?

Hands held, and promises in no particular way...?
Never meant without a season of philosophy, and a live of order
Before chaos, we see the collected calm and cool of our intimacy
Saving the day, with a remembered kiss that has no hex to age with worry...?

Look long
Look hardy
Look before your among
Look for the shown party's

Stares that credit you
With a real smile, the taste
In complexity is such a shrewd...
Particular to cold shoulders and trying chaste

Was a hair of distant trouble, the our of dire
Questions and answers...
That tell the truth, we are here to set charity's fire
To a livid and fair portion of what a purpose has secured...?

A bloom in the needs we few, and favor for a strength
Of decision to collect its courage's into a heaven's row
Tired or beaming with future energy, a toil at length
Was a setting miracle, the tooth or the aloof, just to love?

Putting all our peace's back into the couth we find...
Saving one out, to share a simpler today, with emotion
Time to a rational here and now, looking hard and quiet
Is a sensitive past or the own of ask to kind, your tone of volition?

Long looks
Hardy lucre
Among your bared life
Patience shown the form of love

Pouts and things
Scent in the summer breeze
Rules of conduct, the opposition
And the cares of decency, see my curiosity?

Walking to the sunset
Set to rights, that continue with patience
Otherwise might, the eclectic met...
In the heat of bother, sincerity's rages?

Kindly, no more friendships
Without, the keep of a mercy
Timely, and known for a life's twist
The truth in a coming discomfiture of worry

Has, a kneeling gift been so radical?
Through and done to who, the twain of embarrassment
Is a catch of baring the night, ever worldly and skeptical
The need of another, to understand a youth, I relent:

Burden in full light, to wait and receive the presence of mere
And true timidity, the response of unity in cares
Of lore and love, to worth the times into a question dear
That has a voice pure enough to be, the ideal of meandering stares...

Meant to kind come, the liberty in a wishing brace
To venture forth, with energy and elan, the things of moments
Given a some, of virtue with a kiss of repose, for praise
Seldom is the misery of a heart seen, unless another has been, kept

Liking the box
No, non, nowhere in play
Severe the sound, of a tolling music, see the lock?
Patient information will secure a keeping past, to hate

Pinch of popularity for you...
Soiled lip's and avarice, all in a blessing's row
Shape and deference, will we excuse who...
Is to be, alacrity with a brazen voice, a song we owe?

Taint and pander...?
Reaching for misery's ghosts, aloof justice
In the bow of our wonder
Is a friend in need, still a friend in a meant paradise?

Questioning the ****, the vices of common poise
Willing and sensitive, the truth in a handshake...?
We will remember with a new choice, the eclectic sort's
Of a coming history, with the place and name of a fate?

Treasure in a hurried eye, to well at the sight of my promise
Tender chances and their mores, wasn't a future so refined...
Callous as a wish with the wind, in a sail to clash?
The roses provided save all for a wait, of another and a sign...

Dancing with the devil...
Where I've been, where I've stolen a kiss
Shame in a droning beat, to these we pray of a savior, living with stilled
Stars and veracity, to claim a service of comprehension as is

Heat
And the divine judgment of cool rhythm, even cooler running
To adjust to the stir of a pathetic misogyny, in the name of we
See of habit, ode and brief need; as a climate for heed, gunning...?

Politics we envy...
Torn between sides and a whole need
Halt to a work, in dour wishes we see
The calm of since, amends come to peer's...

Silence is fate broken?
Worth the security of a common shyness
We have told the known, a risen hope
Toward finesse we dote, reason and mind...

Heralds of poignancy
Somewhere sweet to truth's, yearning more
Than energies we delve into, for out dignity?
Share with us a heroism to seem, the better of world's

Chastity at the cost of the sun...?
Measure and conceive the dour return
Of patience to the hour of semblance and hunger
Kindred to worthier eye's, hope is a caring earned

Legend would have it...
Sour purposes with taste, considered succinct...
Total's wealthy, have a charisma to whit...
Presence of portrayal we can see, is reason enough, to be...

Hatred
Versus the stead of valor
Is she'll the coping add of sensitivity lead?
To state, is love a dilemma's curiosity fashioned merely as if force?

Hallowed heathen
Sophistication with our willingness in view
Supposed halt, to a cleansing sun's ray, when
Sour news comes for a baffled friend, shrewd and due

West?
With a common coldness, and its fierceness to serve
A charity in an overdue loan, of when minds meet, minds lest
The callous same; the coy need of names, and courtesy...

Now?
Long to riddles we find in consciences gird
As long as you take the time, a policy of sound...
And lights fame, to cares we make for a subtle world

Eaves?
Given the lips, none and the march of time
Will a gift of a kiss, save what has more for insight, than what hope leaves
The thought of decency to any who would, the simplicity of trying

***?
Certain to the lion as well as the lamb, the advent of what wishes expect
Shown the mutual any, a muse that comes by its own, an honor let
With us, the calming and arearing breed of anarchy, we substitute yet

Here, after...
Never more than a silence broken, a challenge of went, with hurt
The promise of sincerity is to be a considered home, with which anger
Is a legend to bare and feed, with passion's embarrassment, a waiting season's mercy?

Natural limits
Saved by the catch of eye
Truer memory, in about the whit's?
It took, to know you, even let with silence...

Same's prayer's to a course in few
Somewhere under the rainbow, where we know...
The tale of sympathy, for a legend in who
Adds and faces the music, of season's and how, low

Shame it had to be us
Estranged forces in the remark of from, differing
Patience with a similarity to honor, in the discuss
Of a new friend, or sanity's enemy, worth hope as hidden?

But a beautiful thought for each their, mere...
Where a simple legend was the common
Tender fame to live with a real enough query
Issues of possibility put aside, the wish we are haunting...

Is time to live for the shadow of us, the tools of compliment
Tarnished feelings of uncertainty to well at many's, such
Seldom in league with anything but the neglect we relent
Asking the stare of omnipresence of callous first's, are we too much?

More than a courage in the stir of patience
Till the savior of a need's glimmer, in it's wealth of power's are
The moment we seek is a human need for something besides rage
Reasons may vary for all of who is, a let, but luck knows you, were

Monkey bone
Sat on a rhymes table
Sweet Jerusalem...
Weighing youth, for asking's babel?

Watcher's in love
Of a needy name...
Shallow winds, come to discuss...?
A promise in wonders fame

Ashes to passing ashes
Dust to grievances dust
Tooth for truer tooth, lasting
Eye for unnerved eyes, thus

Thus, the history of youth?
With a prayer for immaculate lips...
So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth
Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit?

Monkeys playing God...
Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise?
Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead
Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding...

My hiccough...
My limit, of time to question
The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come?
With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...?

Quiet
The tongue of worldly forces
Has a season of shame, for might
Letting misery have am, leading many to more...

Quiet...
The adding more, to seek a wishes heat
Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight
That has your shadow of reality, to beat...

Instincts proven
Come the height of persuasion
Secrets and totals, continue in the hope of loving?
Peace to you, the resolve of a wishful intuition...

And, a heart to live longer...
Than ourselves, a host of common avarice, the tools
Of verily, the times to win hap, a could stronger?
The image of decision we create, is it a silence for fools?

Relative to add, the needs of another
Timid repose, are we a challenge in gray stigmata?
With a new share in persuasion, to secure a loves bother
The tale of prayer, is now the voice to win stoic dilemma...

Where the vindication has gone...
Things and wonderment, wings and further, again
The silence has been broken, by the very act of us
A hallowing in the known, to seem our bared few, has seen since...

Nothing on the table...?
Sweet to us, the sweat of the brow
Hunted or handsome, the rancor of a fable?
Met in a youth's side and claim, the seldom of however?

Shamed, to know, you?
A savior in the call to heed, the risks we envy
In the days passion, or the callous drama, a peace's future
We accustom to needs table, with it to give

Terror and character in a shallow cup
Risk with us a hereafter, the cold shoulder
We imagined as a promise, to an angelic hope
Rises in the land know us one better, the history ever bolder...

Curious?
With the finish of a complacent first...
The decision of decency in a real enough purity
Has a dancing friend, with scope and heroism in a fury, worsts

Silence inherits compassion, if fed...
Charity inherits rage, if lent to be...
Liberty inherits judgment, if sense is lead...
*** inherits neediness, if souls to anarchy...

Hellish as a diamond in the rough can be
This fight and this sight, is a wish...
Proud and seldom in seclusion, with reflections of moments that began
With your neglect oft a praise in heat, that chose suicide for is...

Known nature, wisdom then silence
Truer to steal the kiss, confusion then metal
Astoundingly and earthen embellishment, callous then amends
Wishes in the fate of other's, intuition then weal

Places with no hope...
Persons of redoubt, to simplify the capable
Clever syntax, and the image of prices for sophistication?
Time with its edit, of vice, vision and the voices of hell...?

Here is the key, and a note from the people before you
Patience we foretell, is our little eye...
Taken to surfaces of honor, we know not?
Threshold's and fury to tell a different tale, no lie

The walking hour of history, holds the keep
Of question's never answered, but for coping with a none
And moreover role of sincerity to find our leap
Of faith, to continue with a risk, that has completed fun...?

Sixth and Main
Total's of anarchy we heed, for ever more and just
The ticket for a presence of mind, same
Side? as we know a burden in the window, the neighbor's must...

To
May we see, a friend
Make a serious smile, who?
Given the time, we are at ends...

Life on the road?
Spare and deemed a character...
Simple news for a glance, old
Wishes to be granted to a dare...?

Share with us, a wholesome word?
Worlds away from guarantee's, come to odd
Timid though a wager is, of bright minds and occur
We have seen your pity for a charisma to laud

At first we thought naivete
Come by the social fashion you made for a calling
Sweet witness to a salt, of health and mete
Metered with the silence you share, when a stare is ailing

But stars make wonderful lovers...
Through and sakes, the king or queen of common roots
That you knew were a pout to consider, as if asking life to never...
Have the season to describe, another one, by winning its youth?

Gone, and let with an idea
Paradise has a golden rule, like the trust in many
Made from saving grace, maybe even space, for liberty and free
Dumb, comes to a home, that we expect is, a new they

Such a town, with rules and fools of adding...
An avarice we admit is, the cold shine of a light
That kept a shadow in mind, for a secret that has kind, in the hadding
Lucre, anticipation and needs in mind, that glare at dying...

Huh?
An approach to civility that claims a friend...
Is a friend in need, is a friend in deed; they're gait of money
Comes and goes like friends keeping sense, till the end?

Liberty enthused
A party like this, is so miraculous
Sense and heed in the way we were youth
Meager old shoes, that come alive with justice

Philosophy condoned
The tender and the same
We visit and compose ourselves, a little fun
With a role to know, and they're to name...

Fruition exercised
The right, to a native clamor
For significance to tell, the story of silence
We have heard is a graceful mind of sort's...

Dependency knew
The capable and the mighty, lending
An hour of sophistication, asking who
Is a sincere time solemn, and who is amending?

Reality faired
The rue and the risk of opportunity, needs
A lover's approach to service in ideal's marriage
Toward the needy share we decide, is faith's key

Servitude looked
And saw the more of many
Till we are, nothing to decide if might, is couth
With a care in the stare of presence of calming, days

Sincerity shared
The truth in a becoming smile
That had the vice and vision of a decency's glare
Will we say "I do" or "Do I" live in the answer of needs style?

Long and due a fork?
Overt in a handful of beauty
Charisma to tell a wishful whose to work
Mutual to our beset advances on youth?

Music in the name of causes, contrary...?
Marriage in a mundane eye, to enliven
A portrayal's party, caring but for a mention staring
The welcome tout of good graces is for out, a history trying

A road to heed, that remembers you, with a light
Taken to travail, to ensconce a sought justice included
With a sign, to realize the count of impression we might
A jovial response to an age old question, is spite alluded?

Will my closest friend begin with a spirit or a sword?
When a day has become a dream, that selects honor for a shadow?
Like a door with triumph's observe, is ambition a finality to yesterday's accord?
With the smile of values that we found for a spryness, is seldom a mindful bastion to imply hours, soul...

Here is that world you ordered, with the grace to kind
A place and pleasance to acquire the faring notion, of otherwise land
To adjust to a needy light, that has come and gone with reasons worth the liberty to find
In a careful house, that sleeps with an angel, waiting until death's hand...

So the answer is, us
Got tomorrow on a plate, on the road, in the rain, and in our underwear...
Time for you, is to do something besides a spoil of discussion?
Wholly, worldly affairs and the smile is to prove, to where?

Before you answer, and make a mint the only game in town
Was a shared first to secrecy and at last, a stone redeemed
The walls are tall, and legend mighty, for a little more known
Than a character's sate, we have at least, a hand to secure a wishful meaning...

Nature and the coy
Aspire in duty's hands, with a clarity we go
Spare and told to remain, a sharing burden, is decency joy?
And will it's demeanor, let a shy instinct see the world?

Reconciliation, deliberation, and a care
To step out and about what we know
In the lips of concern, we were born to, does a right to stare
Come with decision's been, or is a language of advance, to owe?

Telling heed to remember the goal, of insight
We see your needs shadow, become the stare of our soul
Sweet enticement, to begin the mighty dance of right's
Well imbued to seek the bright mind of cope, we are here to fulfil...

A trophy of deliverance, an agony of consideration
Spared from the unwholesome fires of separation forth youth
And its guidance to seldom, the gift of prowess that has it's intimation
When the world smiles back, is a wonder in careful eyes, a memory for candid enough couth?

Sad, knowing what was said
Applied silence, metaphor for a friend
Saving the grace we dote, is ours, for lead
To the worthier cope, coping so softly to amend

New lovers with a stoic plan
See the guests in the light
A winking wager, to tell a story so ancient
That they slept in the now, with stray eyes might

We dance in the know...
A happier strength, than a callous lip let
We will swear, by the many and the owe
We gave time a breath in between, sincerity and such, met

Golden heed, of a weary need
Found in the proper way we few, and become
The tout of privilege and its best, blessing a we've
To keep a better behalf, than us, the other side of giving love

So whispers in the night...
Have a moment to tell the could, courage grows
Strictly the cares of another, is a waiting hope right
About the stars themselves, to ask the world if it is all right to know...

Light enticed
Kind to kisses, but no place
For a welcome in yore, to know an eye spiced
With better days than you, and your praise

Wishes meant so much better
Then, a clue in the stare, of another
And another, to seed the coming few, a letter
Of condolence, to swear in words that flatter...

I am the only voice beyond reason
Taken soul, to anger and the future of simplicity
Sated with reasons share, the omnipotent keeping
Of a risen hindsight that has eaten the words of energy

Long times with no patience, for acknowledged irony
Saved from sullen cope, to quiver at the sight
Of mercy's sake, time with a response of youth, for impunity
Share your own, or own the more, I am but saved by light

Vanity's hero
And succinctly the thought, of moments well to come
Same to all, and else in the throes of another dread world
Can I come? can I due the treacle? can I save even love?

Fresh and disciplined?
Focus and method, to serve an hour me?
Safety in a grossing halt of when, silence has come
Through an ironic storm and over the seasons, I see a lead keep

Long in the tooth, if not the use of truth
Suppose and fear, the counting we hold, to live
And let means be are's many, in hopes of youth
We give the news of courage, a new name to since

Properness
And the light of a lucre we afford with evidence
And its moment with love, to compare a wisdom
Of contrivance, to a welcome fury of what was our chances

With time, to till a question in the wind
Meaning a sorts and cohorts we make, in patience served
And patience looking for a nightmares kiss, mind
Us, we have screamed in vanity's ear, but know the price of a turn

Of conscience into a lover of our ideas
Our mystique and its offered job, joy costs an alienation
Priced exactly nothing of strength and cope, in these freedom's
Was a mindful seldom enough to consider any a prayer under our intention's?

God, and the voice of his angel's
Mated with atrophy incarnate, the taste of acceptance of sin
More than ought, and else to whether the silence we knew, fell
From history for a hand of sense and its idea, are we that we are, amends?

Confirmation of a star one night...
From the best and the blessed of meager vice anon
Sanity is a jaundiced hurry with a chastity to righten
Itself among the throng, when all have seen it, the charisma to look among

Friends and lovers
Sat for the question, we live to be
Asked this thought, over and over
Will a hopes seclusion give us time, to need?

Truth and fondness
Till a clover has its music, a wish
In the stars to remain, the courage to bless
A tale of summation, we found for a kiss...

Patience and handsomeness
Taken to reason, the irony of another here
And now the fun we season with a smile, coming for us
The turn of history into a waiting gift, too liberal to near?

Resolve and heroism
Today was the idea, the hour to ponder
Thoughts of conscience in a handful of kindness
Strong in the voice we let, limes and light we wonder...

Story's and worthiness
Simple ideals in love, with a new guidance
Of virtue in our esteem, the ironic guest
To know, in vice we sow, hearts of romance?

Honor to meet you
Simple rise and seem, to very we know
The call to heed, we are all a part of, when and who
Is a liberty, or the character of legend to fluently owe?

Tender knowing the best of kind
True decision and forces of wonder
To exact the notion of a coping mind
Energy said, and the irony we sense, is anyhow torn asunder

For a step in the right direction
Time in its blessed first's and terrifying lasts
Still awkward, but the cares of you, a whole of contention
Known to be, the uncommon stare of indecency that asks

Will we be **** enemies or the vaster fortune in untimely friends?
Pressing for angel's patience, the turn of cheek
Into a stirring hour, to swear the tows of mercy come to ends
Till we meet the nursed homage, of risks that seemed meek

No
I don't have a rude bone in my body, but you seem to do...
Here is a clashing habit, with half a mind, to recollect owe
Kindred in a faustian trance, for the rest of the story...?

Yes
I hate you...
With a syllable of courage, and the inclusion of nothing's fess
Vowed to consider the nature of decent have, to a coming fight, we know who will win...

Sour banana's
Push and see
Many waits, many sates
Question a sore head, and be

Tired and fickle
So fated, in sweaty hands
Life, with time to tickle
Has a cause, when cause ands

Rescue the bird, anxiety
Insist the flower, stinks
***** the angel, vanity
Presume the taste, links

Wishes you never made...
Salt is hairs patsy
If clashing with a hat, sincerity said
A choke on a joke, makes head antsy

Simple news
For a pout, a huntered dollar bill
When laughter is forever good
A petty choice, is a climb up savagery's hill

Lip's of duty
Tribulation and service to an ideal?
Threshold of similarity to wishes, lucrid
Enough to mention, the wealth of a judgment to seek health

Spare sincerity, for the talk and commotion
Rued to silent measure, we save the callous virtue...
Vows and perceived how's, that include the mercy's we hold, devotion?
Of a knowing calm, as if surmiseal is a needy who...

Remember me, the tenant of similarity?
So founded, so accrued, so sophisticated?
In the name of better lore, and the **** of implicity...
I've acquired the tone of voice, that names the world, abated

Examples of justice in the middle of the Christ...?
Sour to a meeting hope, that houses a brazen kiss?
With hours and the piety of deem, we sake a vice?
Of heir's dreams in the shall of order, is...?

A friend with may, in his or her, history?
Tell me another, kindred's...
Worth, the nature of privilege in the instinct's we, affirm
Is a relationship with rhyme and reason, considered ahead...

Play and see the modesty of a regular issue of wholeness
Decency and the image of response, to an invitation if love
With a realm to ask, the uncertainty of a risen martyr, with which we knew...
A hair of a chance, I will know is, a sister's covenant...

Can, or a hosted house with it to prove?
All if alienation or the smile of resolve, we dote is dour?
Livid doles, with a right of adding sigh's and couth, to discuss?
Aspect a charity's cloud, and you have seen a real enough time, worthy?

Intellect in love
The night rains, too true not to be
A here and now, new and heard with us
Use and method's share, in a shadow to conceive

A star saying hello, to you
Wishes with old shoes, the toe of recourse
Ready to save, only the biding of who
Is to be a charisma sent, to resolve a question of force

Play, say we
The irony of purpose among lead, to tell a story
Of found eyes in their ulterior dreams
Pride and privilege, that has the count of worldly...

Sports of love and chances...
Spite in a tail spin, the curiosity of challenged vice
Sating the now, with a nature to breed the romances
With a callous form, that saw our truth, is a wish to wizen...

Long times with need, to remember a simple choice
Same sides of redoubt, and the inclement perception
Of a name so void of continuation, that willed a voice
To life with a couth and its accuser, love in its since

A long journey to nothing, more than life itself
Where rains of despondency have it to say, come with me
To a champions stare, and by the salt of a cough, of wealth
In the times of people with, a lip for reaches, of anarchy

Paradise to compare
A boat with sundry sides, of chaste excitement
Versus a house of notion and names, that complete where
Which, is a relationship with the ones we love, is peace a lament?

The wind baring the news of consciences one day
Heaps of trouble we foresee, in the patience of a land
Coming and going, with a role of interim to foil, a sadism
Known to reach for pious leaning's, as if a logic were might in hand

The boat sail's forth, and makes known the time's are a place of wonder
Simple riches and fashions of destiny, that calmly collect a chance
Of season's caring, though aloof to the combativeness of same
Sanity of a challenge in mores, that select their weight in other's problem's

The house closes a door tight, no need for a stack of reason and rhyme
Touch the sun if you want to, the risen wind is but carefully laid
Sourness and animosity, that has the gift's of pomposity as a crime?
Thank you for a similarity to assumed forces, the room of when we are said

So, comes the voice of sadism
Who is to be a runner and who is to be a lot before us?
Of winning winks and obstinate smiles, a deifying whim
That knows the completion of strength, for a soul to discuss?

Who, I would ask, you...?
The wind is such a lonely miser of courage's and tact
Fact's we make for astounding the virtue of breeds, and the known
We remind is a look to the picture in whole, the freedom we lacked

Who, they would remind right back
Is a fool for the calamity of sign's, that make the future what it is
A toil of friendship's uncertain by degree, a comely and misbegotten knack
To corner the power's that be, with a laugh, a terror and the irony of bliss

Hell of a sneeze, wasn't it?
He, she and childhood to agree, the diligence of mete and measure
Made for a life in the shadows of other's, the keep of simplicity as whit
Is a revelation of who we are, and why, is this stupor our kindness to grant a burden of serenity?

Time to turn
Into a smile with a reason to be?
Here and now, the question of a world
To earn the more and else, a welfare to see...

The rule of vice, we know can
Visit and mere to for, asks a willing more
The rise of patience, and the marvel of and
The wishes of another, to collect a seemly we're

Notion to excel, known to well
Mercy in a careful eye, to deliver a deem
To the nerves of anarchy, and its steady bell
First to you, and then the lived share of friends

What are we?
Ever and where with all
Measured by the seasons we give, to energy's
And the sensitive look of a chaste, to never fall...

Presence and the earthen where of a new smile
Persuasion and inclination, with a happier retort
Can we listen to the nary become filial...
Here, with a somebody to enthuse, asking moments worth?

Sound like music?
Time taken and hardship stilled
Would you give the gift of portrayal, same intrinsic
Kept in the name of air's, we face to show one, philosophy

Nature and trying, the fate of another
Pasts been decision, and futures to quell, a prayer to sing...
Fighting the inferiority of neglect, and a presumption to otherwise
Haven't you seen the callous, admit to what we hear, is a heaven...

None, we can see
Pretty baby, making life simplicity
Passion and desire, a world we mean
To be the truth of yours, and senses so witty

Tastes in callous rapport, have become ours
Tooth and a dragon of approval
Taken from here to eternal seem, to know new lover's
Patience is for those that can deliberate all

But whistles we have who'd?
Coming and knowing the frank justice of another kind...
To situate in the dream's we know live, under the eyes of youth
Keeping but your best made may, we hear the news of a new mind?

Live with me when the real has a voice for cope
Same sides, and harrowing a can't, with the senses we make
For the poise of forward hold, of few, future and forth
Of causes so elegant, for a nimble live with time to sake

Behold, the irony of a joyous me
The told and sophisticated bell, of courage's we know are
The way to a fate's saving, and sates favoring, being...
Today is such a bother, made for the semblances of love's warmth

I am doting
I am voting
I am hoping
I am souling

Than,. why do I run around like an idiot?
Because senses gift's...
Where is the scope of another friend; to leave?
And show the spare and found care, of eye's to lift...

Right there...
And with the lover of decency in tow...
A hap of a house of a hat, of a hatred to fare
Is liberty for those that mean it, or is all and owe?

When I see the rage I made...
Sophistication is to be, a cornered exaction
Taken for a method and stone of seriousness, I wade
Into the argument of another's lifetime, with sincerity's action...

Tonight, no fruition?
As shrewd steps of the irony to suppose
Have and maybe another face at the intuition
Glare if you want to, but a sincere mirror knows...

Longer times than a school of thought...
Realize the fate of ordeals and courts to whisk away
Hard habit and the dread of posing for a needs lot
Ask me if deeds make good acquaintances, and I may...

Give you the stare of a lifetime
But the thoughts of an ideallic song, have caught my awareness
When you emerge from a pout, the inclination of power in rhymes
Belong to me like a friend is the better of seclusion for a guess...

Won to add one, is a burden in gaiety to confess, too...
A plural being, equals a seen confirmed conscience, came beyond same...
A be in the seem, seems to be a closer friend than what was who...
Waste nothing on watery eyes, and all of character will ask about fame...

Is it me or an angel has found their wings?
Like the sorry eyes of wishes that want by the way-side
A happier time has real privilege for misery to accept, your means
Are to grow in time, and see the patience of another, have hope for a chaste life...

Baring the sanctity, of another fate, arguably the moment of prowess
Of a simple standing of reasons and the rational turn
A wish to come into its own, is a means to sincerity, bests
The whole of a subtle world, with a moment to face the music, and learn...

Happier monday's
So set to tooth
On edge, to what affirmed cope, says
Is a looking day, made for sight to rue

Back, with vintage done
Separate cares, ancient to legend
Here is a wakeful sun
Ready to dote, I am that I am

Ends of discord, given the time
With wishes we take to issues
A particular few, in further beginnings, benign
Complacency to sit and finish, the laugh of us, you's

Curiosity in a clash, without
The names and numbers of contrary conscience
To take a few, to the realm of doubt
Known for clever heed, of a hope to wizening amends

Secrets and final due
Of a working life, to tell a unique tale
Of cause, condition and clue
Of a home between hands of unity; to tell...

Pandering, a fantasy of six beyond nine
Showing the curt, a well-being bright
Stranger forms to a naive giving a kiss, to rhyme
That seldom in the hands of yet, is a soldier of might

Sweet favors and given gifts of liberty, savor with me
The count of sincerity, truth was a careful groom
Taken to exception with a remorse, seen in the wind
To begin a lovely sense of justice, a risen loom

Of powers pretty and patient
So called fresh, of decency to come and bless
The waking house of admit, a ray of sunshine
To a lover's kind, and harrowing is but ours to wish

A resolve for you, not the coping hush
We know can begin the tastes and hastes of everyday
But is courted love ever more, than a dream in a rush
To question the seem, the set and the curse of a stone we pray

Is a laughing health, to conceive of a needy eye
Heeded by any who would, the chasing shadows of myth
And buoyant to our heed, the wedding of sight, so sublime
That the tears of ingenue are one to meet, in seasons of bliss

Hatred in a childish face, impish with the pride of peculiarity
Singing this way and that, the tone of a curious voice
Personally, is more of a milk of human kindness, than a stir of liberty
That has grown with you, to know a simple chide, is a kiss with a meager choice...

Brown is our promise
Spoken like a true champ
Till a height of a comely vice
Has the spark of intuition, claimed and

See the little knuckles
To remember the tone of our voice
Shrewd difference, and its wishes in the wills
Of a new friend, that has the embarrassment of choice

Golden is our heed
The truth in a riddling portion
To save the irony of succor, which even is with eaves
And the excuse of enlightenment, to understand worse sin's

Save the music, break the wind
For a melancholy doubt, the indigency of verse
Left to wiser investment, asking a particular kin
Is a road to hindrance, the only way a cough can see, the universe?

Places never said?
Welcome and a brighter man's egg
When the coming hiss, of tenacity is a choice lead
To a favor, a stirring time and the tongue of urges, neglected?

Places never meant?
With the lovers of yearning in a thirst of light
A prayer in hands of vice, the warring kiss sent
Is the marvel of up, down and around the slice of life?

Right is the scorn of a unity, to wager in a salt's length
The passion I terrorize you with, is every kindness I can think
Of a vow to nourish, the hap and perchance of our strength
The clashing heat of compromise, is in a motion so we can drink?

Left is a spurned gift, left to a wish raging in the same
Real was my thought, to toil in the myths and legends, privilege lends...?
Of a courtesy met once, and let in the voice of call's fame
Is a relationship with an entirety of another wish, come to ends?

Portion and forces of youth, with laden kisses of what was age
In the hours until cold hands have seen, pockets of worth
Known silent or worst to delve, a lip sulking for one more day
Away from the suicide, a heart seen, become a charity in seasons we never can occur with?

Safety in a rounder eye...
Brazen cough's, to ally to resolve
Places and cares, been in a nefarious wry
Sweeter pasts to tickle your fancy, with passion to haunt

Worlds that claim a ride...
Spare and utmost, adjusting to a needy light
Neglect is such a waste, in the belly of snide
The real and the roll of austerity, a taste for right's

Sense in a reaching halt, the confines of justice
Welcome us, the counted and areared, a soul to reserve
A prodigy's shoulder, if not again the marvel of a wanted, vice
The here say, and the host of consciences that remember us, worthy

Salt you should...
Threshold and careful finger's, with the which of sincerity
Have the could for a speed, the wishes in the neighborhood...?
We've come to, a home with redoubt and hours to hope, another liberty?

The face in the voice, of facts we admit...
Reasons of virtue and valor, to collect the simple heed
A honor of forces we never knew, accept to accustom a lip
To the rhyme of reality we foresee, is a soul with it to prove, meant...

Markedly familiar
Silhouettes liking the kiss
Patterned firsts, and a season willing
To see the world is all and is

Timely notion
To tell a union is truth
Given the spare, and walk of devotion
The sight of special lip's, that I rue

Charisma, is a stone living when all of a treasure?
Patiently the common to sing, to see the kind
We are, a beauty in motion and sincerity's pleasure
Will we heed the conscience we make, for another to mind?

Shame is a novice artist
Pangs of redoubt, presence to know
Mires weal considers a host
To insist a revelation is ours to hold

Tact, was a fury of omni patience
Saving must in causes of tradition
Areared, and never feared? ages
Of consideration go by, without rational intuition...?

Baring the soul
Of conscience's decision
Meant nefarious, made now of old
Is hope our season, or is strength our intention?

Total's of simplicity...
And the mar of heed, to collect vanity's whim
Seldom life without it, lover's of liberty
Will do, avidly the succession of lend

Here is irony...
Here is a fruit of chance's and wisdom
To react to all of a time's moment, many
Laid to ends, some say is the promise of it's hunger...

Poor trouble
So survived by call's
Of heeded bitterness in a world
Taking a savagery to task's of all

Savior's guidance, making ask, done
Is the breadth of moment's
Collecting a which, in the cope we have just begun?
With a touch for calamity, given senses

Pace's of courtesy
Sharing a whole courage
For the spirit we convene, simple history
For a qualm to interrupt, is life stranger?

Timid confirmation, sincere appoint
To instinct, a question of proponency, a misery
Here to hold our vices, a lucre and premonition's sordid
Were we the conscience of a wish, lost to history?