Sweetly, the advance of age...
Moment to moment, the merit we entangle
In the name of good and fit, modesty to gage
The real emphasis of clamor, with which a pride does all?

Anywhere a friend is found...
Secrets of dark and light, the toil of cease we lead...
Bright in promises, a chaste of voice by sound...
Seldom as selection, the haste of courage to be fed...

Marvels, yet to be known
A whisper of fruitive gaiety, has found me
A lucre in salient guises, the tow of hosts to own
A chance of more, than a climb of wealth, a smile anarchy

Passing the dream of purpose rational, the tout
Of us, to demand of peace
To clique and survive the condition of rapport
Today is a shared force, of compulsion meant to each...

Strength named after swallowing a rainbow...
Ad infinitum, the talk of heroism and cares of poise
Shall become like me, the turn of a simplicity shown...
With the hands and steps of intellect, that understood a choice

Life is a door on itself...
Nature predicted, with the eyes of hindrance, the tale to tell
Is a conscience in the may, in the way of living for antiquity's wealth?
To denote a saving grace for liberty's grasp, is more than have, never fail...

See the advance of a voice, kept in varied senses
Know the callous and the imbued, with a doldrum, we due sake
With the blessing of powers that began, with a shadow set to ends
And let living order itself for time, ideas of worth compel a soul to fate?

Faintly, and with gaining generation
The promise of a hopeful home, the tooth of avarice
So prominent for a quiet eternity in love with loves intimation
Is now a judgment of living beyond the more, the prowess, we insist...

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?

I fought the low, with a star
Many more heard, the gentle breeze
Cope and final lips of a risk, to a care, on par
That took me by storm, like a savory disease?

Heed, the act of powers that be
Sweet lions and liberty's zion
Knowing the catch of day, in the seem
Prove me to a prettier, world, worth trying...

A cigarette, that saved me from perception's demon
Sank, stank, and anchors away
The price of a new pink, is all out and leaving...
For a role in the doll's and stole of what may

But, you saw it too...
Since a sore eye was never more than a cute
Straight from how I would, look
My hidden stare, is for kisses and their future

Kings and queens, that knew what to ask:
Couth, do we know the silence for atrophy or an agony
Behind the scenes and looking for another fact
Lighting this one, is a little more true, than money...

Seasons city...
A shrewd eye has followed, the talk and walk of prices
Pride versus privilege, the irony of a certain witty
Courtesy, cunning is a curious angel, with its own vices?

Light me up...
A wholesome tomorrow, in the name of popularity
Saving a stare for a realm so valid, the direction of intuitive love
Came and went, and some and spent, the kiss on reality...

Time to fess, down
Fit to be tied, with a rolling hold
Similarity and its smoke, is a reach for done
That begins and ends, like a road paved with gold...

Epitaph of a dragon with none:
Here lies a kinder moment
With baring and essence under the sun
Well, here goes nothing, the sincere and the meant...

Tapestry with flowers
Taut heat, in the afternoon sun
Vice is such a beloved sound, few than sour
The means to an ending game, we seclude for fun

Need we know with a handsome cope
Today is the courage to leave with a kiss
Truth be had, and somber notion to love
The calm we display, for seasons of our wish

Callous was such a frank name
Keeping the winds of change, for a knowing hour
We seem, the moment's until all, is friendship's fame
Come for it's certainty's, and the face of similarity, so dour

Where has a thread of dismay, and by notorious dote
The accuracy of our lead, been?
With that hour at hand, wishing the day an order to hope
We seek the bright eyes of our summit, ourselves to lend

This and that, lover
Infants and doling home, into a rational serve
Of vice if not verve in a clash, with what we know, overt
At a party, with no one to compliment, a rise of nerves...

Conscience sat, in a filial row, this
Of no remorse, sad to tell the awkward jibe
But the reasons we hide from each other, is my owe, tis
Total and careful worth, well to do and keeping my lie?

Salt on the tip of a tongue, and working for another's living
Is a recognized form to shall, a land save itself from all counts
And carriage of a rue, that gave its kiss already, and true to timing
We are the clock of destiny which I found, in the heart which pounds

Panic at the step, the risks of virtue in a limelight...
With whether to observe, or obstruct the obvious
They tell the tale in another's language, the secret to might
And majesty, that has a scent of obligation, to correct a grammar with us

A smack of justice and warranted mice, with the time to tell?
A jaundiced joke, that we seem and dole of a sincerity, voice
In the name of a shared eye, that has a corner in the realm we fell
And gathered a same, a just hand and the calling of since, the choice...

Is a babe with a bible in its lap...
And a memory for sin, that began with you...
So, sophisticated in the tongue of rumor and its charity, that...
Kissed by the and, you chose, with a rue of compelling history too soon...

Peace, misshapen?
Welcoming the glance of interim
Somehow in a serious first, the bout of time taking
Is to be a new friend, with power to suggest, a whim

A friend with no place for own
A friend with no sense of shadow
A friend with no speed to questions sown
A friend with no hatred for a lip to owe

A friend without a challenge in love
The tender years of voice, to awaken at misery and us
In limits and salt, the vow of when life does
Does, a here and now in longevity, think time is enough?

Is my friend a noisome ghost?
Or is your instinct of a climbing same?
Told to reserve a justice, in the patience we found to host
Is an eye for decency the only kind, to a future with a kisses fame?

Oil and sweet
Aching beyond the count and myriad soft
Lives and lore, to wish a history meet
In the stir of purpose, deigned with a voices loft

All's and sweat
Thorough are; art and **** in love
The void of distance, to the problem, etc
Looking from first to last, the bless of a new covenant

Asks and sense
To reveal the conscience of a mercy
That has a liberty to suppose, a kindred
Has the minding tooth and days kiss, for worry

Adds and sour
In heritage, the token of woes, the order of philosophy
Should a careful side of promises; is a world to enthuse, power
In the sunshine, and waiting on heathen, a posed query?

Ought and sort
The tale of fear's legend, in the space of comprehension
Lucre to divine, the common yawn of peace and war
Where only's dream in the hands of children, becomes a man's intuition...

Sigh, avarice
Sight unseen, and with times friendship
Where is a looking now, to succeed rights?
With the patience of dread, a stoic care in lend...

That knows you...
Press and make the needy known, a pleasant fruit
Sincere and charisma forever in love, in loves due...
We know the calls and tribulation, of another force to suit?

Willing and odd, old avarice
Keeping you well ahead of a simpler brow
To show to our anger, the energy we dote is must
Escape with your strife, a strength to live with how

Run the race with a **** horizon?
Asking the deal of wisdom, is liberty in the cards?
Succor and the avid turn of simplicity, into better all along?
Too much care for a wondering share, is kindness our pardon?

Avarice, you dance like a fool in love...
Avarice, is a fateful lover in truth, the death of you?
Avarice, can we hold your hand above a sultry sun, where stars cause...
Avarice, the pout of opinion is to be a having guarantee, we could?

Share the wealth, defiance is an awakening question
Made by shadowy lips, to the ears your passion sets
In a privilege's way, the patience and virtue of a sight for sore living
That has eaten its fill, of a world-weary answer, you sincerely met

Felt worldly, felt in
Sorry, names with a reach for peace...
And precisely games with a reason
Have the paces of sore eyes, have at least...

Door to door smile, we left to the silent
To gingerly groom and reflect upon, the wishes
Of a proper house of halt and hap, the indigent
Lucre of politeness, that expects the best of am and it's issues

Welcome home, lover
Welcome history, to a fantastic ride
Of claims in the marveling strength, and overt
Chastity we favor, to accept another opinion is sighed...

Hour's of fun and elation, taken for running decision's
Of remembering the fame of our presence, the tale
Of delight, at the end of a star, where home makes intuition's
And the spill of light that earns, a mention in salt, never fail?

Thank you, honey...
Thank you, darling...
Thank you, for questioning a sudden glee...
With the answer's of a callous worth with a room for yearning...

Still a simple stare in the done, the loans of curiosity...
And the meeting place of courage in the doles we find
Under a stone, a tree and the fruit of virtuosity
Thank you, for noticing the prayer's we envy, and sense all in a nobility trying

With patience for a house being built...
Judged futures and their collection, of many to give a truth
Where flowers play and skip with the sun's rays, sharing wills
Playing the part and a shoulder of admiration, every man could...

Sweet money I knew so well...
Riddles and carnal know, we came
Threshold's of angel's
And the world at our fingertip's, all the same

All alone, all atoned
Tree's in the meadow, remind
Vice in the name of us, is always vexation loaned
Peculiar tows and wandering blows, too kind?

Tastes in phantom's grasp
Life with a realm of distance to cares
We never knew, or the times with are to ask
Is it me, or is the fate you show, is any man's fair?

Rest In Peace...
Truth come with a pride
Now and silence, the rue of common cease
To wish in an open letter, is hope me or your snide?

Hope on a carousel
Is my needy eye, the one to spy
Silly old me, a rue of conscience and wayward well
Coming for a sincerity in the voice of another, here and why

Spare, the sound of the music
Told to believe in, and around a might
Token adrenaline in our stay, the light intrinsic
Won't we ever become like angel's, when sorry see's the sight

Truer to the day, long come now...
The risks we adjourn, to a rhyming host
Patiently, the facts of us, in the hope allow
Have the sense to consider any hour of demand, depends upon our most

Sweet, the collapse into history, a shrewd contender?
Salt and home all in a row, to each was a savior's merry
Taking the time in the same, we are a whole amender
Of the silence we compare to a new angel, the shadow of kisses weary?

Sign's of the times, trying a new friend on for size
Savagery is such an expensive call, to courage and many in future strive
Simple lore to advance a decision, in a callous way wise
To know you, the sleepiness of cold shoulder's, that never were nigh

Reasons I chew?
With a swallow...
Of discipline for you
Where tongues decide to hallow

Might we see?
Fury adding food for thought...
During such a talk, anarchy
Is the only friend, I ought...

Odd the taste of heirs
Here to fore, to stumble back
Forth to ways in cares
The future of choice, is to act...

The doors of seldom, being...
Realer to share a lover's shout
Than to believe it is, me...
Just a tear, for the price of a thought

A party with a kiss, to claim
Simply the mercy, we have sought true
With a cleverer name than shame
Knowing a care beyond purposes, a shadow of caught due?

Purpose and ideas
Salty in the sight of me's
Quiet quality to a found friend
With a message to send

Waiting for you, with need's reigns
The truth to spare, and despite a logic so came
Well to do, and wisher's in a hand held by love
Look among the heeds, we fated with a kiss and its hush

Shoes that remind
A world between you and me, a care kind
Sweeter rhapsody, a rendezvous with supposing a beauty
Has come for the each of us and moments all, when else is youth?

Another kiss, and sincerity to share
A legend is a strength put to the test, a willful air
To the song of regret we once knew, and now take
To a unique talk with powers that preen, and give what they make

Tender or terror, we find the future in our arms
Today with reaches for silent and comely peace, the heart that warms
Yet to be named the source of ourselves, placing sense in a cause
We see you with a remembering look, to a rise of what was, and that which lauds...

Might in the rise of lands
Into a realm with a shared eye?
Taken to accept, known this way and that, ands
Have a grace, and make the day a useful one, like a night?

Many and the presence of mind of the ley...
Metered salt for sense's kind, and a rue of simplicity
On the shoulder and completing the gift of hands, may
We sit, and discuss a needy fate in it's disparity?

Truth or render like-wise?
Sincerity in a long run, among the guaranteed land...
Happy to see you, make the mention of will's of despise
With a craving home, and the sense to live well, can't...

A harrowing night survive the distance to reality we enjoy?
Look among your bedded friendship, or thoughts of mercy for it
Will a song in the meadow of times content, have a playing or a place, coy?
Residing in the need of another's trying, we have sensed a new whit...

Of patience in love with the daydreams we have never seen
Except to confirm the fallibility of somber youth
Where has a lucre's leader of vice and vehemence been?
Caught with the eye of night finally, is our vision one of couth?

See the curse, of suicide...
Made in real extremes for a light to examine the futures we direct
To a wishing whole, and by energy's unseen, confirm the light...?
Is our friendship with anarchy or anxiety, the very sight of pain elect?

Now is the time...
Of courage's rational, the taint or taste in hope
To look among the neglect of otherwise, is care a universal crime?
Like better eye's for better sleep than a bared night, has moment's to cope...

Saving a clock for a friend
Stones throw a way
Meant few, can we see to sense?
Like-wise I'm sure, says the care

Timely forces, we can due
With the riches of many
Here is a might, to calmly who
The irony in a gift, to collect merely any?

Moment's we can tell
Halt and share, a word to a side?
Half of a sulk's mind, to ring a bell
Has seen our liberty's come from shied?

Though sense from time's comparison
Comes to us, the limit's we attribute
Here to say, the clarity we made, fun
Is a hosting where, we are but youth

Wink's will be friends, until, hell...
Patience's form is best served, understated...
Argument's with a fishes shadow, is always the better of little...
Curiosity is a vow to anything, but the fated...

Is it us...
Or is this lie, an anxious cause
Samed with real enough purpose
That a friend can never tell you, by the odd's?

Haunt of a fire
Set to charisma
Silence excepts indigency, an ire
Somewhere, forte is a class above

Destined meanings
So around, for a very
Intoned stoic, a heart of gleaning's
Has voiced our feeling, to carry

On...
The price of compare
Sense in a taste, so long
Shown become, become share

Since we are...
Chosen to cope, lest of bother
More of a vanity, than war
We are the hope we utter

Life to a limit
With a callous guard, selection
Of a warmth and poise, ours to whit?
Can the eyes of did, have our soul, to the ends of an intuition?

Saving a day without your, dreams...
Sharing a whole life, with intimacy
Sordid is for future looks and cares, a grace it seems
Welcome yourself to a challenge, of a reasoned intricacy...

Met in the purposes of distances, to our problem
A silent form, if not force to know a callous sorts
Of them, and the language we due, to a passionate whim
The truth on a worldwide run, to see that calm, become mores?

Set in the sand, a wholly different view:
Tastes of common shame, with a decision to make...?
Thank you, belovedness, the sigh of virtuosity is a kept rue
The promises we made, to collect a change of valor, in sake...

Sandy futures, with our deference
To adjust to clarity's climb, to heaven
When souls take a chance, are we a fool earning sanity lends?
Such a banquet, made from sense and such and more, the tooth of giving...

Has a wiser question to blow your way...
Does an imagination save itself for the best seat, in the house?
Is a waiting wall of shadows for integrity, some took to mean and say
A hidden crush of existence, that is much more than hunger for thou...

In the east, a ball of fire with only two thoughts:
Marriage is a handsome king, and the avarice of death is his name?
Justice to avoid a seasoned cloud of pride, and austerity, made not
The fortune of a mayhem's rub and dissuasion, of a risen mere, of what was fury's same...?

Longing for a soulful kiss, the wind breaks for a time...
Tears and frustrations form, to near even the coming hint
Of paradise's blessing, how is in your way for one more trying
Set to heavens music, the role of simpler truth's has the moment...

Of a curious manhood, with a known reality to show
Advancing speed and mercy in a pre-addled fist, has become a life's generosity
Spare and decidedly questioned by the hence, is a day's swallow to openly owe?
Seems in a precocious such, we have seen your humanity...

Insight, insidious?
Fidelity's tows and beauty in an asks hold
Of consideration, the image of when, we are must
The rue and the role of province, with the presence of our hopes

And dreams...
Truer realization in a marveling couth
Cesate and shrewd, a lover of peace, and your whim's?
Displayed in morals and honor, to explain a speed of youth...

Spider's walk...
Spider's talk...
Spider's know the shoe for a simple sulk...
Spider's hope your wisdom is one to never balk...

Spider's compare decency in a courage's way...
Patiently, the callous hereafter of confidence said
The tale of sincerity to finish the questions we say
Are a peoples future, when days come to a head

Seemly? notice in a shall eye...
Spare and lent, a heed of redemption
A philosophy of constant vows, and us, the welcome drive
Of a salty stare with eternity, that compels of a future intimation

No one, in an unusual harmony
With time to remember the future
As shrewd as I want to be, was curiosity funny
When I stepped forward, with it's flower?

Stoic to see you, in the act
Where the columns of sadness suggested
Is a heart for once, and for all of eternity to ask
The reasons for us, are meant and lead?

But a sneaking suspicion, never did it cross your face?
When without a problem to serve, the toil of sensitivity is
Loan me an ear, when the times are a changing one, an appeal of place
And the courage to speak of the devil, when ears are a nativity...

Panic at my side, I will introduce you as a friend
With truth to spare, and boding in eyed facts
Places I have seen, with a plan for each who would, a hand
Of virtue to examine and ploy, as if a truth is in the acts

No one...
Is a meaning for here and after, by the want of themselves
Guarantee in vexes fate, God in a round excess of destiny...
With the wishes you made, when shadows name their wealth?

Anchorage
Of a rages boat
Simple advances, of a rainy day
Have the honesty to choose a reality, so...

Tarry and see my fight
Worlds away, with aloof eyes
The done and the moment of purity's song, might
Taken to the fearsomeness of me, could a day become why?

A boat with no name, has a deity to take
Every spirit of cause, to a beauty's wish
Long in tooth, and realms of guidance to sake
Time is a comely hope, we envision is...

A rainbow with time to still...
Timid as a count of decidedly few reasons, may be
The truth I seek, is anywhere in time, lived for what will
A shared future to intone, a place for what may suggests is me

Powers of choice, I reveal are a final
Wish to become a memory served, the delight
Poorer days to come, and with the tension of adage's child
I remember even the name in the rain, another soul with it to right

Persuasion in differing tones...
Of voice, when no one is ever more than fun
Sinking feelings and inheritance of a question, moans
Will a silences signature, become the order of some?

Fun, and the stir of liberty in the shade
Wasn't a call to heed, adding the mystique of need
The courting of baring another such, for fate
To a challenging hour, the candor of when a sight leads...

Leads you to wishes, of a world without shame
Today and finality, a character in jest and tow, the purity
Of capability if a dancing lore, that loves to find a name
In its hands for another, dance that is, not the hell of disparity

Seriously, the charity of composure, if not cope
True to its own, and the allegiance of might over heart's matter
Today is a walk in the park, with a christened hope
To look and see, the idea of purpose and challenge, to add here...

By the way, where has chastity been?
Seething pain of misery in haps direction, the irony of folk
And their craving for a mutual understanding of deem
That has asked you in no uncertain terms, is a reason to smile, a blessing in the yolk?

Austere
The role of a diamond in the rough
Rolling from thumb to pinky, here
Is a waiting eye, that has seen misery laugh...

Peace be on you, or for as long as we know can
True to thrown light
The integrity of cares, we pace with and
Next and purpose, is a curious season by rights?

Long issues with a fist of service...
Memory served, as shrewd as chances are meant
From here to adage, the challenge of sigh's
Making asking's weal, to save and favor the side, lent

Possession of a charisma's, assume
Through the binding heed, of another limit...
Light and superiority to meet, fate beyond doom
The time is a proposal, in time with a marveling human spirit?

Could, in the calm of shadows...?
Sense in league, to know a reality set to eyes, avoided?
Comprising, if not the completion of semblances, to owe
And spill the quality of the universe, to another choice...

An expensive laugh...
A holy fight with speed's avarice, the totals of communion
Taken to spare and destined, wills of wishes that hath
A new eye for simple lessons, of what a guidance is sooning...

Query with a solace that has freed the future, with kindness
The total of response, a remorse we never knew without a friend...?
In the way of cope, in the stay of seldom, and the may of bless
Of a shadow of dismay that selects you over quite, the poise we know, silences

Peace is my friend...
Still worthier, with a careful intuition
Sit by mind and miles, a cause to lend
Us, a shrewd forgiveness, and a history all along

Presence of time, present's of kind
Sorry, acknowledgement
A praised behalf, is a looking passion to find
The curiosity we select for mustn't to relent

Tows we counter, with a paradise...
Powers that begin, powers that befit ends
In the imagination of hands we introduce as a scrupled life
With the common reach for sense, that has it to mend

A whole sincerity, of waiting eyes and sating enough...
Truth and charisma in lead ways
Reality to fend for ourselves, a land to clarify privilege such
With a room for courteous means, for pause mays

Letting the hap of suggestion
Convincing a shadow is no place for fear, except to mere
And dear, opposites of convened intimation
We save a friend with causes we need, and by distinction, to near

Suddenness in love
Taking the time to exist and belay a chance to me
Persons of interest in view, the hope in a call to us
The succinct tone of a voice, coming to clarify every gesture a peace keeps

Maybe, thunder
Maybe, tradition...
Maybe, language?
Maybe, lightning...?

Since we, are here...
The tact of unanimous smiles?
Taken from a burden we hear...
Is a logic best served, to question ideology's while

Rued friends, with gaiety's clock to bare fair
Is this the risks of virtue, taken well?
Shrouded in comparison, as if a secret where...
In the nature of worth and ourselves?

Same side to all's difference
Courage and prowess of a form
Expression in the voice of a chance
Were we the spare, the total, the reason, or the norm?

Savior's of assumption
And the milestone of impressive could
Life in a haze come and gone, with time asking silence...
Is a thought for way known, kindred and should...?

Like nowhere come of age
We see the condition of merit come home
With a new hurry and joy, to its step, a music to face
With a reach for blue sky's and marvel's we know, owe a heart to roam

Life to life
Energy so sound, for a fruition
Told by concerned ear's, the pride to strife
Saving grace, and opulence for again, intuition

See us make the moves...
Remembering the tout of an eventual hand
In the shares of have, oft to loose
The cares of when and where we are the mere, of another and

See a warranted smile, bloom into cause
The space to know one another, for a thought
Time is an afterthought, if wiser call is ours for odd
Like the bitter retort of age old enemy's, we know it's not?

Can this and that ever make ends meet?
With but a shared stare, the while of simple till
Is a complacency we can make into any shadow, of let
Lest we become too clever, the argued and faint will

So what is life anyway?
True to ourselves, and the dreams we foretell for a handy wish
In the open, a joy to hear in the language we hold to sway
Might well enough alone be, the courage to ask another, is...

Youth to warn
A crime's table in this heat, a strength to warm
Sat outside for a clarity to bespeak more
Than a clash with indoors, a suitable karma

Birds are the first to visit
Bitter choices and the rise of a neglecting fight?
To chances in league, the memory of vice and whit
Saving an alarm, of sensation in the know, we might?

A doling fox, surprised by the curiosity
Will ask in no certain terms
Is pace a suggestion or an imagined sin, in a sultry
Past we will know, the coming and going of norms

A crazier cat, waiting on the stir of the wind
Will advise a shadow of a chance, a life in the balance
Of conscience and or courtesy, is a lover to mend
The totals and heed, that make us know the light for substance

A wandering man, taken with the time
What is it for, the room to surmise youth is a craving?
Sent from here to eternity, the tows of courage learn to cry
At the slightest chance of a sit, what is society saving?

A child knows the answer, placing heed before a common distance
To sit in plays charge, a host of concern and bitter arms to remember
Truth in a language we explain, is live by instance
The foolery of consideration to take it all to pain, for better sinner's?

So strange...
So wieldy with and's severity
So mighty when a passion is mine
So futile for a child to ask, is all simplicity?

Won't and deliberation's few, in focus
Of native wishes we have never made
Till we come and know done, blooming in the must
Shadowed fear's and many more to you, the courage said...

Somewhere a fantasy, if a rainbow's grasp
Shame is a tall tale, to a favored friend
Awaited order, and mortal coil's, to even ask...
Again, the truth is a liberty we earn, by comparison?

Simply no more times, with chances so resolute...?
Without a care under the nose, of peace
And deliverance, showing what could
The tale of commonness, and might, we know a calm's treatise?

Callous and envying hope, for a salt and a silver tongue
Thresholds of vice, to unify all of a suppose, just
A capable iota come to itself, for redemption of a heart?
That says the utmost today, were act's of yesterday in hushed...

Valley's of sweet design, if not privilege
Of compliment and sense, giving the dole of the land
To the wisest of beauty's, a prayer in deified wing's, sighed
The past's of inheritability's dread, is a cunning, for seldom's family to?

Hope with a practiced eye...?
Fall's and discipline in a universal tussle
With composure, to signify the kind
Told in certain language, are we a future in gains, to well...

To share in the know, a tale of unity
Spare to us, adroitly passing the recollected time
With the still churning fate and done, a reflection's key?
Was a heralded candor, the truth in candid trying?

A new covenant; a new hug...?
Depression is such a finality loosed, a race with bidden shares
Meant to urge the next of kin, the lengths I took to love
Are, a harrowing heed, that has come to these with our cares...

Mention in a row, of could, the name be yours and mine?
Showing the sorts of life and liberty, does a lot expect about a tear?
Waiting on the course, the view, of a righting mind?
Going through the motions to understand a whole reply, with the notion of fear?

Ten fingers to explain an unction of kind, yet the share of ordeals?
And else, the spare timidity to grasp a duress's idea...
Thrown the light of compliment, and the adage of politics, a future war?
With but a universally given past, that has a help for decency's freedom, begun?

Legend of doles
Doles at history
History in a relative focus
Focus to quicken, and worth a story

Special consideration
For a life we never knew, without you
Speed and justice, the smile of complication
Taken forever, to the wishes you made for home

Promises we saw, and attest to calms
Serious enough for a lucid chaste, charm in a sense
Of passion and heroism, that knew a quiet amid the qualms
Of conscience in tow, and the patience of baring the amends

Does, a heart see true?
Has, a welfare of other's seek to give
Few, and the season of spontaneity we know due
Still to you, and the irony we preach, is to live

Futures we know can, a heed
Of all that is searched for and letting a many
Become the spare and specialness of a whole breed
To come and find in the rough, of a liberty we any

Gift's all in line
Harrowed but honored
Gift's tied with twine
Half of all known, for...

Speed in a lore to you
Sweet water and the marvel of salt
In a human ring, the truth we do
The truth we have, and know is a fault

If sin ever comes to dance
Powers in love, with a new man
A new plan, for what keeps even, to an instance
With pining lip's and living perhaps, is all can

What is contrary thought, when a savior goes by?
Long talks in front of the fire, with a bit of who'se
The right old and frank, justice in sully and lye?
Long talks indeed, with a marvel for you, youth

Abc's, the truth we saw, begin here
With a faerie and a staring hope, the concern
Of watches and witches, to understand we're
A love in passing hope to a better earn to learn

Older considering can uses reach
For a word to the wise, as if a redoubt is the blessing
Gift's with a moment to spare, come by each
The next sense of didn't, a worthy sincerity lest we mean...

Hill's to rely upon
Acts and a baring song
Taken with the wind, asking all along
If a raging mind to attune, is a calming we found...

Sinking feeling's all around?
The friendship of a heavenly music
Hope and truth, to deliver ourselves expounded
Has the silence of a careful assassin, keeping the tragic...

Patiently we peek...
Life in lore's embrace, adding the ear
Of pomposity, recreated before us, we need?
Contemplation is a whole price for questions we endear?

Tired and frustrated, the talk of an ignoble tongue...
We found, in the beat and reverb, of commotions
That have seen the yearn of yet, our tomorrow
In the hands of a bespoken parody of conscience, for out portion?

Portrayal we find, is a future with common host's?
Life in the limelight of our conceded may, we avidly
Introduce a realm of course and sobriety, as if a leering most
To pose an accusation, void matters we sought, timidly...?

Heartburn, and a fish to remember the time...
Acquired succinct and a memory for sulk, which knows, sodden
Pertinent demonstration of the hair of a head, as if a tear trying
Was the only muse of distance and a world's ease, the snake we are fighting?

Limbs that accrue a finish in the doting we find, vexing
Is a relationship of fire, ice and imitation
The burden we accustom to an open eye, we say is selecting
A reach of habit before harmony, harmony entranced with alienation?

Poison we can, live with?
Have and to hold, the curiosity of empathy yet, like a star to still...
In the way and strength of a psyche, to realize our considered bliss
Of when we're, the tale of mete and measure, taken the time for its own hell?

All and spice
Asked who see's my shadow?
Can I have the catch of light
Any and spry, make a need we avow...

Roses are ours...
Violet's are other-wise power's...
Sugar is swollen times, if a lover's...
And so are yours, the reason we follow...

Until avoid has said, the promise
Is a legend in the skill's, of courtesy
The taste of burden, and the chance of vice
We made in requiem, to a love with yearning, to hurry...

Praise be a patient, gift?
Of silly neglect, and the giggling half?
Of a ****** smile, we notice is a reign and lived...?
Of absolution, where a star has voiced, sass...

Places of pressure, paces of passivity
Candor at the cost, of a special limit
To anger and the oddity of courage, trusted to nativity?
Showing the muscle, and keeping a reach for what we meant...?

A kiss with society, and a hair parted on the wrong side of the head...
How do I know this, and a halo of consensus that came to earn...
A passion in the lime and the liberty we enthuse is a light, far ahead?
Do I smell rage in your charity, or is this hug a nose for fear?

Doors done...
Locks secure...
Ask about itself, hung...
When the sound of the wind is pure...

Blue blazes
What time do we have to knock?
A mortal coil understands it's cravings
With tales to kiss, is shame to mock?

Purpose known
When one step in the dark
Is like integrity creative, come to own
The stir of rebellion, in the sakes we hark

Long times without couth
Adding a challenger's stare
Yearning in misery's toward way, youth
Is a savior's glare...

Given the time, the wind disagrees
Poise and hiatus, slender and meant
When precisely a word, between you and me
Isn't a door on justice, a work to lament?

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...?

Works of popularity
Finish in a careful way, sense
And a secret weigh, of purpose for a city
Judges and all of a stone, will such defend?

The limits we make, for curiosity and its wealth, somber
As a fresh eye in the rain to remember all and more
Through a passion for what we call so much, humbler
The taken chaste, the opus of a dance with minds that course...

Carrying the house, for a reaching flower
Sitting in a placid pool, to remember why
Acting the fool to a worshipping mirror, with no time for sour
Promising a shadow of war, the times are a guarantee in the embarrassed sky

Maxim, and the total of response
Their ordeal of language, and the pipe of summation
Is a question left on the lips of redoubt, the chin of a haunt
Continuing with a count, that is a clue to arguably, the tradition

Why do we laugh?
When all of a song and its tender singer, is looking away
The tired eyes of composure, and the tale of all in a day, cough's
Like the instinct of a future who, is to confirm the irony, we stay?

A premonition of couth, and the taste in a happier day...
Made from silence's dreamt, the thanks of another guardian
With peace in mind, saving any hour like a sharing fate
An included fist, and a noble wave, with safety in a bottle, forming...

Remember this one?
A friend of days to claim your eye
This photo is a rave, the fun we had and you won
Is a charge up that noisome hill, where we raced to the sky

Remember this?
Antique smiles you made at a sharing's cost
Sour and driven, knowing an ear is for bliss
You showed the obvious, the tale of vanity lost

And this?
Such a cute step forward
When the call of decency was for me, and the shall you kissed
With the liberty at handsome and, my very tear to start

How about this one?
Kings and queens to show a brutish strength
To each other, with you in the middle with fun
Simple news from a prom, the tooth of seasons by length

And finally this one?
My saved eyes, for the spare and needy airs to adjust
Welcoming me to a surprise party, making salt a sun
Was the hour we played, all of a since of legend, a heroic must?

Finally curious, and wondering if cares and fares
Of sincerity ever passed the note to another, of a lifetime
Can a shrewd mind speak, the tatters and frailty of stares?
Looking well at you, does a picture save a thousand words, for trying?

Aptly, the irony we face
Is a friend to accuse a skill
Is a weirding hour, with a roaming praise
That has the dealt card, we saved for a thrill?

Spectacle, and the spy of done don't it...
Wither, blister and peal
Given the gift of sight, to remain a bespoken whit
Neglect is such an awful way to go, to peace's and heel

Aspire in the name of austerity; felt and selection
To take the time with a care and its hither
The promise a fading day has said, fascination
Is a small miracle, if anywhere is to be that friend, still aired

Pence, predictability, and powers
That begin in the limelight of our soul, joy if not coy
Simple liaison to remember the stir of when things come, even sour
The rise and fall of lead unrest, is a saviors swallow, with albeit a coin

Money that can spent better, with a friends ear
Half and strength to let, a careful ought, to these we set to rights
Time immemorial, the sense to live in the light of what we fear
And its order of bile and silences smile, still wishes we know, might...

Tales of the till to chill?
Tis the season of strange endeavor...
Wishes in places, peace to conquer and fulfil
Practice before them, the pipe of a lover...

Hands of refute, to quiet at a thought
Say with me, the mine and the sincerity of trying
We are the sitting, in reach, of another lot
Ought with the compliment of a serious time

Days with us, have their purpose
Of live and let live, hidden by a being chance...
And the total of sympathy crowned, a host
To loosen a reason in loves season, with a smiles problem

Finding them, in the name of more...
Separate from silly qualms, of just and right, the temper
Of regret, a habit in gaiety and seclusions form
The voice of persuasion is ours, for a kiss of the lender...

Lot, and the sophistication of cope, is our means
Today is the risk of demand and moments alone...
With a realm to ask, is a reserve the greater notion we seem?
And the silence of concern its choice, as a wish best kept at home?

Like to heavy
Lot's of maybe
And meaning the legend
Not the spare key

Door's with no place?
Finished with a kiss
Tool's and fool's, know the past
With promise, we see the wishes

Pretty old turtle
Handsome old fox
With a presence for you
Will we see the morning without...

Yonder best's
We bless with a common bite
Of better reason's, the love in ease
Taken to when, with a yearning might

Impressed world's
Known to spy a clever home
In the name of avarice, sometimes curious
Sometimes, the destiny of moment's...

Me
In know, two thoughts
Is there ever a callous purpose, see...?
The resolve of a sturdy wish caught...

Lies
Energy in a fallow tooth
With no place for simplicity, ideas
Of choice versus chastity, the gift of youth?

Means
Possession of an accord, we devote to since
Baring anon, a chance, the voice of a wonder to glean
A fate of comprehension with time to include a risk in kins

Liar
The tone of precept, the couth of promises met, promises let
To the sincerity of a care's in forces we understand, higher
Than the order of sate, which proclaims a need's soundness set?

Brazen promises
Which in wend, with in wonder
Wander at your own, silence of worldly vices
Poised to win, and make the noise of other's

A patient are, with a presumption's time...
To ask a neophyte question, look for me in the seeking
Of a bared hope, the taste in a rational live and let's kind
Hungry for a solemn need, in names and charity given

The future the pouts of order, and freedom
Sulk for a share, and save a stare for hope smitten...
Callous enough shadows of a fortune, in sight gleaming
With the latitude of encouragement, for a final wish in starts and fitting

Into a party of conscience, we never knew
Without the odd truth, of tender guidance to a lip
That has seen the moment for a same, chaste and common, who
Letting a word succinctly on edge worth and worth, the role of hypocrisy?

Seeing the risk, most will face the coming wind of chance
Saving a friend from abated interest, welling at the change
Of seasons into stated ages, of committal in a land strange...
But the redress of a honor as a wish has predicted, this pout has landed...

Presence of mind, to call the best of adulthood, an answer
And tradition in a league stilled, another impression of ought...
That has a concern in mind, for a strength was the avid serve
Of appreciation to come, the sense of a pout where life has wrought...

Time with meaning
Meant, asking a wish
Is a laugh our distance, to life's gleaning
An open letter, to irony as is?

Patience would indicate
The truer muse, innermost taste, and hosted day dreams
Willing to say, the climb of predictability, to same
In the notion of primordial honor, we find for seen?

Named but reminiscing, with a just
Few and shew, the rhymes of reason
And the host of rational minds, lest
We become the inferiority we claim, is the power's of one...

Have a tale, any man will say, until
The life of ought made baring, turns
Wishes into the callous, with its honor of little
Majesty's, the pass of common history, we know we can earn

But in all things good serving a praise of immediacy
Nature came, and clashes with the throng of time
Can presence of mind, work its magic in intendancy?
A most of chaste summation, has our sense to affirm trying...?

Will peace come to silence, when all is tender and quiet...?
The truth laughs with kindness, and the always we knew
To be the candor of liberties, and heart of many, we serve as might
The patience we name, to be the coping hour, we see is you?

Politics for babies
Silent waters to journey to panic
Where the still otherwise and a being mother, have rages
That began and end, with method in a salt, we admit is...

A rather large rainbow
Today on your tongue, whet my instinct with able rationalism
Truer to finish the scope of destiny, of an ugly glow?
From the land, where once upon a time, I am risen...

From a rather large table
Told to serve a chair a reason in the sour
Will I take the time, or is it to chances, a golden fable
Martyr's with a real enough time, to travel to the end, dour...

Pain and scares, of commitment to a rarity
Eyes that conjure the living, of fame and family
The soreness of relationship's is but a calling for airing
A house with moments to serve me, a handful of seasons?

Of sunshine with a rallying spirit, the tools of charisma
And entity, the joy we will notice, is a cloud of sense with lends
Made in the cold, shoulders and careful hip, a forward dilemma
With psyche on its lips, the rue of completion to introduce amends?

Of what? a ghost could tell...
Of how is your house also a thief? because ilk is but a rolling behalf
Of risen now, when will you add the coming heart? when stones of wishes serve hell?
Of a raving lunatic, will you be banal, or give grief? like a shower of the sun's best, I am but a laugh...

Sanity we compare
To a lemon hiccough, so salty...?
And meaning the best of heir's
When a star has a dream, sorrow has seen its calling

Winds and fires of a chance
Life in the renown of hurry and haste
To will the smile immaculate, in these hands
We surmise the politics of acumen and pace

Promises we can make, in the advance of time
Through and through, the details to rhyme...?
Answer us still, baring a heaven and its lime
Will we save a graceful live, lip or light, subtly trying?

Till we meet again, the notion and the speak
Of a contrary day to the fast and frugal
Whimsy in a court of senses we season with each
Risen above, the call to ages and the marvel of what is now, all

Look a king will say...
And a queen, have an ear of psyche to endear a posed
Quiet and assumed privilege, with the loft of shrewd many
That has the truth in a noble can, see the childhood of hosts?

Panic's we will know
Disparity to voice a choosing eye
Spare or the gift of aspire, sides of owe
Haste at the said, the meant eaves of wry...

Tones of choice, in our advent, to climates
Of worthier none, the tale of courage come
Sing the weapons of the wind, or see its sates?
Compose your suggestion in the form of a bomb?

Pride is such an expensive friend, the ire's we can't
Ascertain to advance to a greatness, at the feet of dissonance...
Known and told to own, we are the coming ides of a plan
Sent from where, the arduous and the space of riddling ands...

And a stale offering, of steel and pleasance's presence
Made for the bold, the souls of capricious same
Never the more, without the collapse of another's sins
Into but a heavenly kiss, from the times we aid, we fatefully name

Notice the kindred of a shame, with a soul to eye a different need
Sent from the earthen sigh's we make so worthy, prodigy
Is a shred of decency meant to be in the grasp of opposites, and heed?
Letting a blue streak unearth the better, where the letter is for these

Still the meet, of violence and opportunity to ask
Will a billowy day of opus and shade, in the sky...
Prepare a sun with our fate, and is a rage the common enough fact
Of a burden in silences nature, that is the cloying season of redeeming specialness's, why?

Snow was my first...
Places to tell the world to come, does
Through the ides of irony, eventually worst...?
The count of sincerity in a future, won with hoary love?

Tales told carefully before you...
Terror and a lip with time to tell
Loans of call and courage, to select our fate, due
Shown the sour ways we depart of pain, for a wish in hell...

The times in may's meaning, to keep another, kind...
Needy is my view, a stare of rendition
And honor, come to firsts as if to find
A heat of cope and sophistication, with simplicity's intuition?

Promise me anything but a shared light?
And see the curiosity of my worth, become my deed
Saving from the could, excuses in the faring, of senses mighty...
Will a world of beauty come to collect all, become any's lead?

Contrary to philosophy and the ailing we find
Time is an around need, with sensitivity's virtue
Giving me, a whole of space and despair, as long as heed serves?
The tone of my choice, and never the voice of hope, even and due...?

My angst, my angel, my voice
Would a hair suggest an opportunity?
Like a day with known truth, yearning's choice
We know done and more with means

What did a spoon say?
Will a star spare us?
This time is also a toilet
Shame's salt, if for coping thus

Day's just in, with a time seldom
That has no name, but the one given
Try your luck elsewhere, question's
We share a God of destiny, letting

Is this a good news?
Many story's go by, settling on mere
And we save your future, if and soon
With ably a joke about the weather?

Dirt and milk, say both hi and good bye
Tender eyes know me a song that does
Life in a round gift, we intone if and why
Aloft, with an uncles stare, a kingdom of words in love

Bite...?
Tomorrow and the fleeting hour...
Too seldom for a knowing glance, if not a glares sight?
We serve the cope, in conscience common enough to sour?

Actual live and let live, until  the stir of reality
In our courage's to overwhelm the notion of dread
Taken to heart, and the seclusion of an around feeling, each
And been the unction we found for you, vain or given lead

Patience in a callous character, sent to proliferation
For the sunniest reply, of commit and meant done
The story of concern is an awakening spirit, to begin
A here and now, and maybe a role of sincerity, to come

Through the nigh of somber intuition
Sated to tell the commotion of eaves, we are kept and kind
To blessings of succor, that have come to these, to order as won
The acceptance of all, seen with eyes of comprehension, a care of yet, to mind...

Unique?
Understood with simplicity magnificent
To these, we consider the persuasion of history to eek
Out the shares of reaching joy, the lucre of love in heed, to relent...

Years, I have known?
Welcome home, child of mine
Aloof, in turns we dote
Compare a song to me, and I will break the silence...

Imagination, so salty a venture...
The truth we take to heart, as if terrified
By the shares of commonness, and a voice pure
Today is a revelation in shame, to know ourselves, why?

Riddles are such wastes of time?
Tones of voice come for humor, that has never been
A tow of service to an ideal, we find in the mar of crying
Shame, is ours to ignore, the losses we seem, keen

Rational, and set to foot
The courage in a shall's dance with honor
To look among the reeds of tribulation, worth all and forsooth
The keeping flame, of reason and romance, in these we our...

Prepare yourself for an obvious love, it always does
Ornory love is next, the terror a final dose of your own means
Obligation wins the race, of humanity in different clothes
Order before cares, is a hand to share with the bride of the winds

What did your mother say when I told you this?
The riddle goes like this:
A home is a faerie to swim the length of a flame, how is this possible?
Presence and patience, and flowers named for you, have you to wonder, are you about a first kiss?

Purpose we should keep, granted a few...
And good nature, the life of a jewel?
Sent to autonomy we figure, is profound
Rascal's and the airs of futures, ever allowed...

A smirk, to dilly dally
Willful, the common to propose fully
Of a moment in silence, we expect chosen?
With the conscience we add, and know holding

Serious, the tale of aging
Which and worthier, causes we are facing
To take a gander at the cold, where a heathen has
The kind and condition, we claim is satisfaction at, last

Meet, the meted hope
Gestures and curious purity, we found for a loan
Between each other and the seen heed, convene...
Will courage know us, when determination has come, to these?

A day of sneezes...
A dragonish reply to airs of fortunes in being...
Blessing is such a small guidance, to what is here's lead...
To a tomorrow we never know, without ourselves given need...