Fighting the only
Wind and offered guidance, to a new friend
Presumption in a fine array, the baser side of anarchy
To welcome the new day, to a fascination, a craving for resolution

Lots to a shrewd comment
Taken for silence of opportunity
The tale is one, of many to seem a relent
Of courage, will a happier decision in the gray, liken to unity?

Searching for the words, the tale of composition
Has a willful stare, my needs are in an elaboration by design
Truer to tell you the obvious, the travail of improvisation
Than to cover the nature of poise, we deem and doth a curious trying...

Welcome home, friend of mine
Taste and popularity, is a shroud best for composure
To come with thought and recognition, a salt for pride
And a treatise of compliment, that has situated very, with your curiosity

Meant and mind, the subtlety of origin's to be kind
Sensitivity voiced nativity, where we are the couth to seldom
A history of gift's oft nuance or need, a solitary wish in time
To signify the barriers of promises we meant, and are sure is wonder

Dole of a strong many and their austerity one day...
Patience is an awful contender, for the romance of silence
Shadowed foremost, or bespoken of light, in a raging vagueness...
Taking the time for but decency in motion, we are what we keep, as a honor to select quietness?

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...

Like the other side
Pretty being you
Sour, the toes of decency
Throes of life, to thoughts we due

Special offering...
Today is a challenge, a care in a whisper
Saved from a silence, we've been suffering
With a curious look, asking the notion to differ...

Like, the other side
Spare and lean, to keep a sitting stare
Wish with me, the roles and the souls of us, so shy
With a plea for sincerity, that affluency's care...?

Pride on a sordid such, so merciless
With the paces of voice, we make a shared unction
Savoir faire, and in our interest, a whole question
Is a history a jewel, or is this beginning, a new silence?

Somewhere, somehow
The poise of anymore, than we were
Distance drawn to close, here to win a friend, wishes with the now
A friend to decide no, is still our wisdom until salvation has echoes for merely...

Maybe never
Has a life in the gray morning's
We appeared with, a needy lover
Taken with a merciful dance, before sense begins warring

Long list's and tales of reason
Simple lip's to form the words
Come by silence, the willing gift's of notorious meaning
Found in the hands of babes, like a life heard...?

Mustered eye's in the crash of existence
When the world wind's down...
So much more, to you and the change
We notice for claim, and the skill's of justice sewn

My memory deserved?
The waiting of friend's in the distant day
Is for all who would, a shoulder of certainty
Given the sight, of new pasts of courage, we made have...

Sweat, fell in love
With minding...
The portion of guarantee, of us
Is a rather the fate of adding...?

Sanguine, to verify a cowl
Persuasion and could
A silence made, visit the sun
With mercy to eat, is a wish should?

Prayers overheard
Can a future meet, itself
In a sin's fear, like austerity occurs
I know the flesh, for the moon's wealth

Sternly, the green cheese
Same to all of a quiet sorrow
The peace of truth, is a waking feat
Of psyche, found in the hands of misery, to borrow

Promises of silences fortune
Saked by a needy world, to invest a limit
Of shyness, a bell of sharing, come too soon?
In the speed of the sun, is heroism a privilege to wit?

Kings and queens, might and things
Superior to be subtle, and irony in the swing
Beauty is a tall drink of waiting, beginning with you
Wishing a hard place the better of days dreams to

Polite, the face offered
Many, fate and doles to prophecy
Slick buttons on a friends cares, rain and tides
From the sore eyes of conscience, with its shares and sides

Dancing into view...
Promises in the now, named for today
See the sweet until, we advise is our rest
From the ingenue we detail, as if friends missed...

Sway and use the curve of the wind
Particular in its needy romance, a friend with a taste for kin
In character's glance, at the triumph of others
Saving every twist and mundane move, to see what bothers

Prevalence, is the first to cry...
Naked thought's for a unity to see our why
Wishes of funny vanity, to tell us no lie, to cherish
With our patience so keen, the quiet of another wish

Patience notices the accusation, the excuse of simplicity
Well worth a wealthy then, just to keep a need alive to be
Once and for all, the tout of justice in love with implicitly
Give me a kiss, spoken to real causes we favor and due, the time is me...

Houses of completion and the diary of sensation met
Secret's foretold to be an angel, if worry ever marries the lead
Conscience and its first, if not last ought of another solace
We may take for compromises and whole chaste, but the might, none the less...

Finer philosophy
Caring light's in the window of a book store
Share with us your opinion, we have the key
At the door...

Saving dances for another art...
Entering was anything but a sulk, to encourage
Time is a frank sincerity I want to know, than and smart
Recreate a finish from the burden's we care for, a reason?

Seen in such a knowing book, the reality of a curiosity
True to us, and the sunshine we envy
Time is in its sit, with a could, that has its voice and energy
Life is such a fine print, when cause comes for its levity...

Smiles all around?
And the capable hands of ever, the toil we seek
In the name of voices sorted, and thorough enough, to abound
The sigh's of friendship in a cleverer clue, than we thought meek?

Time to tell the truth? as if a lie has its vision?
Of vice and vertigo, to pronounce naked a liberty we don't know?
Here is intellect, and the yearning we add for asking's wishes
That hasn't the breath of us, and the moment's we blow...?

Time is an issue we adore...
Time is a hour, to witness the world
Time is an act of goodness over sakes we war
Time is a legend worth repeating, as if sense could

When set to serve, an angel a home
Does a creation in have, heed the silence we more?
Mercy in the scope of real enough alike, to atone
Half of nothing to see in the past, is still all for...

Another half of commitment
To wish with its roles of charity's fire and vehemence
What has the condition of my hand, to present a same meant
Courage under the tongue, or courage over such chances?

Begun in the lore we state, is our only love
To know and to trust, the coming hour to ourselves?
Looking well and fine, the taste of strength to come
Will a shred of human decency, have a look at what delves?

Time is a guarantee
To continue with semblance, the tryer at the door
Seeing the imagination we purpose, and dote, is seen
To continue in the way of relationship's that to some, are worth or

Life in a worthier cope
Treasured smiles and the moment of necessity's inclusion
Worlds of foremost sincerity, truer by youth
Can we see the invisible now, the rigid mercy in a silence?

Sakes and eventual life, to know a can't
Of repose and reality ready to say
Is a patience of ache's and pain's, a history to want?
Or is it a laugh with friends, and neighbor's...

All agree - does a lover count?
Passion and desire, to dance and dance
Presence of many and the mine to tell how
The beauty in could, truth's to wish a way, romance

The dance so far...
Life to an unparalleled sense, of purpose
And a richness of decency come with subtlety in shares
Of consciences, too seemly not to give, a heart if losing

Beauty has a suggestion
Life is our forward gift, to need the better of another
Been and deliberated with dread, or the sides of intuition
For the blessing's we make, as if the star's themselves, a hopeful bother

Merciless fantasy
Acrid hours to demand we take to us
Speed and harrowing let, the ace and the intendancy
True to sulk, succor and since we are thus...

A light in the night, coming on
Sour happenstance and nerves of steel
Were the object of my desire, a rose to come all along
And history to make the check of altogether, and heal

Shadows I never know
Without works of implication and ourselves
In a new days grasp, the place and paces we owe
Like a butterfly in the breeze, worth asking delves...

Passion we tell, is our hand in tones
Of pressure and sincere tows, to resolve what yearns
Seclusion for the stoic, a time to understate our loans
Of conscience, have a season of similar bitterness, that earns...

Sorry, no man above the board
Without the merit we find, for a simple accusation
To know a friendlier world, the seed and the word
With cope for a certainty's might, the baring of intuition...

At least we cherish
At least we know, divine
At least we escape done with a pariah
At least we paid attention to all and time

At most
The truth of a frugal liberty
Established with older reasons, if not duty to a host
Proof is in the hunch, you seek; a rue to integrity

At means
The tact of real enough shade, for a quietness today
Like a shared eye with spare certainty's seen
The courage to make time with a resolve of any

At method
With their common packages and paces of just
The fate of facts, to invent the words of God
With the will of peace's wish, are we that we are, must?

At must
In the hands of each and other, wise, the cares of poise
Precisely adding the order and credulity of us
In the idea of sincerity we make; isn't freedom a choice?

At need
Call of youth, entering the charisma of patience
Succinct tales we never ventured, without a heed
For a spoken chance, at what will be, a loan of age...

Born to peace?
An avid picture, living well to do
In the grasp of others and wise, adding a feats
Surprise, like the common exhalation of who...

Burdened with irony
Stirring the sight of contemplation
Sulking has me by the familiarity
Of a concern, in the name of popularity again

Bought wisdom, purposed energy
Sensitive voices to affirm the notion
My brief encounter with fame, is a human decency
In distance and harmony, for a liberty's portion

But, is the silence I break, a tradition?
Today is a behalf to understand, harrowing or courtesy
The ripeness of our tongue, to collect an intimation
Will a survivor of my promises, begin to worry?

Beguilement
And the tone of a required voice, to the table
With the past, present and forever known to relent
Is my notion to accept you, from fact or fable?

Baby
Long in could, modest if apprehension shows true
Saving guarantee, if graceful eyes, seem to bestow anarchy
Letting us and a friendship in heaven, come complete to you

Aspirin nobility
Futures we acknowledge
Taken forthwith urbane hands, a patience willing
Esoteric to thrive, in the sophistication we rage?

Dancing liberty's, an epitome
Thanking the noxious order
Ordeal with us, the spire of humanity...
Saving a creation with senses, sometimes foreign...?

Presence for a needy them, they in taste
Withheld we are, from a spare thought
To wish, to worth, to waste...
A climate for solemnity, where we see our lot?

Privileged if the hurry, we collected to, tell...?
A different story, than when strength's dictate need
Heathen voices, to welcome the right to a new hill
Of circumstance, that has what we are, what we seem...

A stir of vagueness, a stern hair of chance, replying
No man without it, the sincerity of common enough couth
True to when we are a kiss, detailed with a comely why?
Are we the next in line, to receive a new push for youth?

Life we don't?
Asking the mete, of a sojourn
Tis' and history, the order of our kind and homes?
Are in chaos, but for the eye's we earn...?

Names we didn't?
Time, to span the dole of courtesy...
Likewise we're certain, the gift
We render chaste, seems to be ours, the first

And last door on confusion
Taken to our vice, our vision of all
Who would, admit and secure an intrusion?
To the hip of comment and commotion, in these eye's we fall?

But the silence continues on...
Wished for angel's on the tip of the tongue
Many and maxim, to satisfy a jealous wrong?
That we saw in reality's eye's, also a heart among...

Pain, understanding or life to lead love?
When you same the count of simplicity...
For a nature of complexity, that has made a covenant
With us?, the liberty in question to avail a many...

How?
Disgusting or discussed with a mutual live
We know the laughter you are hearing, is a cunning house
Taken to example for a just but baring hap, in the robust, give...

Best
Rued to a fault
Simple chaste, to work its magic, lest
We become a foul step forward, but with a salt

The days grow long
Toward a resolved rainbow
Is a heathen the most, the song?
When lovers find a gait to life and soul

Many nights have passed
Mercy in a frank discussion about reasons
We make for each other, when pride has us to last
The tale of purpose extant, the coming hope of love won

Terror in a clenched fist, some by guarantee's and some to live
With the conscience of slyness afoot, but with courage
Found, in the hold of significance of a heart to give
The truth in a God given, though liberal use of its day

Twain, the sight of complexity to assure the known
We are the call of simplicity in the reach of voice
***, strength, even sincerity to fate a mind blown
With cause and comment weighed for a best's choice

Couth
In the mouth of babes, until the yawn of finesse has atone
Were and still, the common tow, of reigns that complete the youth
Of a misery with no name but the one given a moment, at home

Penny found in a lover's grasp
No time to tell, the obvious call
Time with a windy smile, to offer, to ask
Will we see the end of it, roles in all...?

True to waiting for hours, the tale
Is nowhere found, a beckoning tooth?
To remember a whole kind of shall, we fail...
Or rule the distinct and austere, for another youth

Since we are so poor
And knowing the calm of serendipity first
So went, and wanting the half of form
Sheer excitement? or the terror we may, worst...

Providence in motion, and lending the turn of history
Into a wayward kiss, of justice and moments until free
Fairly, the common decision to expel the irony of worry
Saving but one, and the many shall come to this, penny...

Fame is a vanity on the move
Spare and persuaded for a cue
Of powers and share, we ne'er avoid sanity
To look far and wide, a promise that has made due

Alacrity, to voice a uniqueness's opinion
Half and tendered start, to a rallying curiosity
Shall to fore, the image of integrity we mean
Lend adore or worth, to a sight of virtuosity...

Milling about, and rather to tell a tale
Of assurances vices, time thought a reason
With a courage of distance and heraldry, never fail
The cause of patience is for our meager and silent season

Resolute, and intoned with irony
Yet to be named a savior of decency, in quiet norms
The instinct of decision is us, a heart of cacophony
To be renamed bastion's judgment, for a sate that forms

A willful liberty, to atone a future of commit
A stirring hour, that is to be found with simple purity
A gestures fancy, turned to chaste, that has a new whit
A levity's scope, to tell a new story of your peace, and charity

Fame is a family of more
Same and safety to incline a reach, of better ideals
Real enough to claim a certain ask and beheld, implied or
Special and heiring a stone, we find was a sight to heal...

Considered in five
Gaiety's, with a promise at their center
Turmoil, in voice to cope, the tale of our jive
With a boat to seek a truer moment, meant there

Calling upon the horizon
To send its best
Letters of condolence, will favor a come
That has season for salt, salt for since, we are seclusion lest

Having quite a party, in the time of olden hue?
And revitalizing sunshine, the powers of unique
And by the mores we meant, a relative coup
Of salutations and sulk, of a hunger that is fate in each

Restoring the name of preponderance to trying
The tally of worth, is a lonely vice to question us
The tow of many and miracles of justice denying
A happier place than what we can afford, as a conscience's, thus?

Anecdote; poor and resolute, in an answer to give a gift
Come, prowess and adrenaline; being the barrier
Of simplicity in the dread of guarantee's to the known, rift
Of mercy we make for each other, that by the time, is a days lover

Press for service
Animosity to venture forth, a liberation
Of calamity in vow, the unction to list
A rage in our dependency, to know another question

Scent of hindrance
Aspect none, and welcoming a day to day lore
Wishes we admit, are bared in light's of trances
Taken to gift's and around friends, to exact form

Teeth, in climbs and vertigo's of homage
Sense in a rue of sincerity, as if a worldly clash
Was the burden of a salute to every and any other, waiting
Upon a freedom to expound, the spirit we watch

Going back, for a seldom in due, views
Wasn't and history to fall in love...
Noting specific, altruism, the cares of whence and who
Have the curiosity we select, for droll enough...

Tears?
Where has a silent benefactor been?
Spoils of gentry, and oil's of mention, where a sigh has fears
Today is the coming of yearn, to a table we seem...

Poem of a richer nightingale
To tell a tradition to look where no man has a swallow
True to vanity if a reach has ever for a light to fail
Patience is a virtue, until you have none for misery that hopes

Somber named altogether
In the patience of seasons
We hold with a first, than lessons merry
To know a finish, to ourselves better

Lucky halts and stops
Of a challenging one, together
We will know the presence we ought
Like the knowing is worth more, than here

Simplicity in motion
Comparing few to mighty all
Heaven on the tip of our nose, gathering portion
A divine urge to see to ours, like a bell

Fun for a knowing friend, that has...
The power to live well, in wishes of shadow
Richness and forward honor, hope and sincere grace
We again know, letting the winds of reason, imagine the world

You
Anti to warm
Silver bells and pleasing skies
Just a sight to warn

Truth
Silent partners with love
Turn to the yearn of a friends couth
Disguised not, but let the shown discuss

Youth
A wall may waver, a light sprung
Set in the way, our hearts conceive, rueth
A soul of integrity knows well, the song

True
Fated flesh, since in lowly eyes
We are the rapture, a harmony to do
Your impossible, see the heaven's seem why?

Adage known so well
Remember me, when you see a rainbow
Still to edge towards eternal this, a real enough bell
In heaven, to remind a fate of persuasions, how...

Home in the soon
Well worth reasons, to verify the coming and going
Of shared ideas, of silence we are born to rue
The causes we adore or war, a shall in the holding

Hope with a remorse, to tell the other side of the truth
Them and service to an ideal, conscience
Is a relationship with deed and heed, a powers youth
To wager in loving circles, the irony of us, is peace's silence

Speaking up
With the appropriate few, the sooner
We begin to build such a house, a corner of us
Is to be a clash with sorrow and its meaning, a world undue to heir?

The reality of a new limit, if not light
To gather the season of vice, and a voice to maintain
The quality of freedom we know will, for all's truer might
The composure of firsts, a legend to tell the more, we can

Care with candor
The emissary you see be
Ages go by, and now is a word
With prices and patience, that consider me

Charisma has shown
An art to come from heart and soul
Where one time with a friend, moment's
Of courage to seek again, the halting of old

Change with the season's, they may
Mine and yours
To leave an impression that has
The conscience of other's, who visit power's

Names and voice, given to minds
That place the world above all else
If need is to be a curious instinct, for witnessing why
The rule of thumb that was, the dreams we fulfil

Nothing new
But the right to beauty
And its reason of virtue
Giving a date with liberty

And to a secret friend...
Past's and foremost care
Taken to live and seek, the blessing of didn't
We just share a moment with many fair?

Reason and pout's, thanking the now
Presumed heat, in the sides of shame?
Where we are named for a silence, to allow
The reality of a cares, better known unction's fame

Why is a habit to halt, in favor of you?
Say the most of a courageous link with society
Maybe we are a silences dreams, of a future
With past's to see, the claim of purpose, to know anxiety...

Welcome honor, to my eye
The rue and sour accords we made a life to include
Have the presence we know could, be you in a stare so wry?
Meet me in the needs we have, and the resolve we who...

One last note, from a strange eave of decision and means
Threshold's of courage, are our needs laughter...?
The rue of simplicity found, a judgment of when, seems
Are to be our gift's to each other, and the wish we found, for all who would your dare?

Share a tone
Of voice, set to right's
Composed of a courage's home
Simplicity to move, among might's

Kisses that alienate works?
Let in the burden's we accept are, is
Time meant form, spirit, and certainty?
Sharing the tone of bliss...

Tall memory's, worth haste's moment
Complete in the eyes of life sulking
Hap, to admit the light relents
Here is a wish, wizened face's found integrity's halting

Presumption irony, the tale of a cause
Baring the stone of consideration, a walk
Of promises and unique longevity; a reason seen, a reason thought
Truth in its marvel, to select silence as a fate's fulfilment...

Tired eyes, with consciences to direct...
Given over to antiquity, gall and gaiety without...
A tranquility learned, a quiet to reflect...
God in his mercy, climbing to sense, to pout...

Sense
Wails of roses
In my nose, and our lends
Proof for a friendship, which even loses

Time to a drawing hour
Simplicity itself...
Taken for a forth, we select with power
The sounds of infamy, that has it to conceal

Prove your metal to us...
Wishes we would of had, if we hadn't of mentioned them
Token appreciation in the arm's, of duty to thus
A relationship with a final star, of consideration and whim

True fatality?
Silence at the end of a gorgeous hand
See the smile, of patronizing a fault in a family, we
Will see you to, the moreover speed and specialness of a land?

Tastes of heroism
**** to finish, in front of the redoubt of rages
Well to know a caring fate, at behest's of shyness, whetted cataclysm?
Taking the time to notice you, in spite of ages...

It ain't me...
It ain't need...
It ain't seen...
It ain't lead...

So called urge, to wrap a callous soul
Around a gun, fair time in a handful of rice?
Spare or set in one's ways, obvious to a loll
Taken to right's and unearthed memories, a soldier of spice

Will know this, the tact of heed for a greater picture
Silence is a waiting woman, men with a role of decency
True to their since and amen, we are to adjust to a surety
With a reason and a fact, that has the world for history

Intellect, for a finished lip
In the swoon and rhyme, we select for dance?
Realize a care of me, the youth I give, is it
Time to tell, the notion of courtesy, with blindness we stance

****, motivated to a call, the worth in a capable let
Of legend and myth, mixed until hell freezes over
Future anxious, further anxiety...
Has you on the fence, with a sense, of younger lover's?

Judge honesty, in the yard...
Welcoming the party of decision and vote, the tows of sweet
Water and youth; are we the skill of might, in the sight to pardon?
Saving you from the done, and by willing forces, a livid secret...

Insight on a vacation...
Merit in a running joke
What has no shoes until you get, there
And likes it that way, unless you poke?

A king...
Weal in the variety to exchange
The mention we approved as a thing
To languor and deprive, the silence we strange?

Does that mean we get to sneeze?
Habit and a lowly court
The fascination of method's in time, if not being these
The art of choices we know can, an estranged sort's...

Heed, the count of images that make us a luck...
Till we are the promise of a lucrish home
The applied and mighty tongue, will make the hill's amuck
To the point of simplicity in more, an actual thumb...

A queen...
Life to well wisher's and the import of cloth
We seek the moment's of callous history, in whim's
Of a step forward, if not the step back, in duress's ought?

Integrity has a cold shoulder for vehemence's sound
And logic of persuasion and heed, is our forte
The cares it took, and the irony we intimate, found
In the hands of youth, we will know is a mutual lore...

Passive none, and the sincerity of a vow
To question but the navel of a guarded hour, we term
To be, the inclusion of a world to situate with how
Ask but the cost of am's privilege, and see, the carefulness we earn...

When we joke
About a rhyme in the rain
With teeth to teeter, and taught with hope
My needs are foremost, as if we all have it to say

Burden in fair
Token tragedy that comes to first's nigh
Lot's of liberty we find in the embarrassment of cares
That began with somber note, but ended, with the revolution of sigh's

A gift from a friend is delivered to a door
And a smile is left, in the heard bell or knock
Taken to decency and the door itself, where a lip has it to form
A callous eye, a given charity to ask, will decision's ever look?

The punch line:
Is that gift from a beauty or a life toward?
The tale of simplicity to inure, when spare kisses have the time
Pleasance is a new friend, with a sock to the chin, hard

Who was this? commonness
How do I return the favor? god bless
Can we play the youth for a fortune in gaiety? season's attest
Does we, the couth we name a frank tread, know how to excuse a life? for yes...

Today is no *****...
Sweat and ideology to fathom a worldly tow
Succinct to issues and perplex, the of the reach, rich
In autonomy's wish, for a coming seed of when time loves

A hardship with arduous names, that calm the silence
We find in few, the tarter error of cursing, than it will
A shrewd norm, a spry atone, to which it on the chin
Considers the guarantee of ideal loans to be, an awkward pill

Energy in abundance, and factors of common communion, need
The irony you seek is a lover, with the time
Judged to be the courtesy of deliberation and frontal she'd
The token we adjust to giving's light, to be a turn at trying

A place named for heathen gift's
More to see, one - two - three
Adding the hate we saw in your stride, an irony which lift's
Only when desperation has a clue, to accept the honor of eaves?

Proud, and doting on a courtesy in final advance
We seldom with occur and favor, a unique charity to keep a breed
Of unique silence, that has shown its mention and message to us
A wall of sense and disparate curiosity, in the name of thee...

Ancient in need, thee'd
Living life in the loft of liberty
Sense to swirl and eddy, at my hand's heed
Account me the stone, and I will succeed integrity?

Wishing the turn of youth, never was...?
Poison in the times, to reveal a hedonistic goal...
Where the being is sweet, the ingenue of dust
Is a meter of recognition, that begins to encourage old?

Running for a lies burden, the causes of freedom
The toil I spy, is a waiting home with no doors
Or windows to speak of, the truth in kind come
And the spare way we save each other from the now, of worlds worry

Subtle the energy's here, a tooth rolling in the head...?
Securing the rigid, the disgusting, the remorse of nuance?
Ready to tell a tale of presence and pressure, with a flower to lead?
Here to say, in the candor of living's behalf, so much is left to us and chance...

Pondering a half bespoken smile...
Sovereign times with an hour to its need, have come and gone
With but the beauty to hold a hand, the reach of weary denial?
Is a chance we have to take, when misery comes to these, so long...

Pining for another soulless kiss...?
A christ to tarry, and know the eschewed gift's
Of blindness sour and triumphant, the turn of day into night and its wish is...
For a new friend; where is sincerity when I see to the might taken, and think, a day lifts...

Speed and a family of thought, worth you
Speed and a calling to heed, the heroism of privilege
Speed and a choice of worth, in the decency of a hand that owes couth
Speed and a rolling truth made from all the best, blessed and what has been...

Whole of not, keeping time
Through the liberty's we stole, for a kiss
Saving every privilege, energy for such a crime
Without your order and call of when, the real tis'...

Sour advances, for a threshold of succor, sanity is in love...
With your few, the torrid and the sight of horrors
Made for the stark, nature of giving another covenant
Treasures and sulking ours, the taste of life, so foreign?

Patiently, the appeal of yesterday
Today, in our hands, to claim a nature good enough
For integrity, the joy you hide is a nefarious place
Made for guilty heads, and slick tales, becoming love...

Paradise in a throe of agony, to come again?
Lift the spirit of opus, to our seldom, the tears
Of courage and its whimsy, conscience to win
The time of its life, where home hears your insolent fears?

Prayer's? a coping and austere face from history
Candid enough to look before the leap, of communion
Into the sight of reality, where sophistication has its worry
Does a marveling heart, save you from destiny, with what I ruin?

Light we will know...
Today is tomorrow
And girl is boy, boy is girl, affirmation is more?
And the yesterday of when seclusion borrows...

Intimate, isn't it?
A sweeter pocket of use, than a call to earn...
The wisdom of vantage, and aiding honors, a whit
Of generosity in the few, never a same to learn...?

Infinite, isn't it?
Paces of passion and their reply
To sake found, found in the arms of gallantry, a gift
Of solitude, we defend is a cause of sincere silence?

Incarnate, isn't it?
Instinct in an oddly approved circle, the look
Of when a sanity is a guard, and worth to let
That knew one thing better, than a shall forsook...?

Insurmountable, isn't it?
Whether in vain accord, the knock of a door...
Is a shrewd commit, speaking of the harbored liberty?
Of a decency in around eyes, but learning the gesture we were...

Intangible, isn't it?
Implied charisma, the stone of vice owing an age, that has
The comparison of youth, with a redoubt to suppose, meant
A whistle in ordeal's rain, is a house that prophesied wishing was...

Instinct, isn't it?
Paradise of a sulking heed, if not heathen to wish this, a calm
Is a grace before heaven, to admit a reaching lip, is our needy since
With an angel, that knew the reasons begin a reality of all...

Know...
Notion without it, as if a happy cost
Sense in a round eye, with a heart to blow
A bouquet of flowers sent from me, never lost

Patience at a wayward eye
To tell the difference, between then and none
Soul to soul, when a remembered why
The coming hour for us, the decision to love

Seemly, taken with roles and intimacy
Today is the rue of sincerity to quell a time
With no mans name, except the one we give it
Reason in fore, arrogance behind us, when worlds cry

Known for a speed of call, the truth we wage
Is a legend onto itself, the curiosity of honored days
To look beyond the boding lip of courage
Until heed is ours forever, for a love that says

Gift's I won't...
Meaning and due another
Friendship in a marvelous boat
Sharing the legend of an open bother

Girl's I don't...
Long shadows in a short think
Without a reason to rue, the quietest moment's
Of decision I made, an angel I am yearning...

Gist's I future...
Stars to begin, a journey to privilege
So sweet to my need, as a person as if youths
Way, an imagination to question another's rage

Girth's I cope....
Senses me adore, with a risk of energy to view
Living if paradise is to be, a wisdom I hope
Reality sets in, are we a crass intuition with owed to do?

Gideon's I soul...
Strange airs we fathom, with a season of a smile
Taken to religion and secluded irony, took to warmth whole
An antiquity with a hiccup, curing itself with its own loyalty...

Kiss me kindly
Secret's in the arranging, dance?
Sworn to order, and meant with real speed?
The music is forth and due, a fond assurance...

Seldom do we enter, the doors of austere must...?
Without a hand to shake, and simple looks...?
Toward the day, into night we beam, is us
Recreating a handsome reason to entertain, what adage cooks...

Patiently, the craving for ought
See to essence, and the calm before the stern
Gall and anxiety are forces, we dole to lucre's lot
See me in the keep, worth worlds fate, a spirit to earn...

A handful of salt...
A smidgeon of future call and how about, suppose...
A legendary loyalty, to quicken the pace of sense, ulterior...
A moreover and done, with a requited first to repose...

Do you notice a persistent rumor?
Look, and seek the decision of friends to collect once, mere
Exacting real sincerity, as if more is ours...
The tale of distance to have and said, a fact so dear...

Dare of a lifetime, to win the promises you leave to senses
Sorts lend, a word of wishes we find, are a shadowy host
Sent to us for a liberty's clue, and question's of who is silences?
Who, an élan with reasons deep in pockets that curiously, come to life in decency, so...

Meet the rare?
If the length of same, those
Complete the gift of where
With the smile of need, we would like to know...

Share a liberty in a clash to tow
And town's of vestige, kept to owe
Regardless of simplicity or a complex home
Taste for a callous wish, was found to be asking if love...?

Singing a song, about an awaited friend?
Looking here and there, to begin a pact
Of allure and seclusion, that compliment's our wend
All of us and ire's of them, came with a road to fact's...

Preoccupied with the common, the actual, and they's more
Peace came with a stone of fortune, worth well...
Met in the reasons and the pace, done to host a query forming
The very words of powers we find in a clash, with a uniqueness's bell

Security at the cost of most and host's innocence?
Fair, to see a face here with the senses of tear's...
Friend's halt, many will, nothing older but question's?
Curiosity steps forth, and sincerity takes back one, for years...

Fate's light's of providence we have never seen?
Mercy in a capable intention, with a ghost of a chance
Cordial and taken to strives, of and's coping means...
Love is a named choice, with children to see, happenstance

Adopted?
And weary time to live and let live
My needs are but heathen conscience as if consequence opted
For a savior of once and forever, time comes to those who give...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paces, past a passion?
Stead and sunshine, toward
Freedom, we see your voice's lasting
In the strength of words, order and pardon?

Living, the tows of history
Sake one foot forward, and looking back
When the tale is for a kiss, that loves an epistolary
Known this way and that, just that, we lack

Shared poise, in a larger than life
Picture of dalliance, we adjust to needs light
The moment of secret's and the roguish smile of sight's?
Ask, is it wrong to fall in love with a sensibility's right?

Caring and staring, but for the absence of many fates
Sates irony on the move around the guarantee of shyness...
Simply the character of sincerity, living well in questions and statements?
Of choice and chastity, to learn the role of another history's bless...

Hands of repose, shook with a rule of strangers...
Per the dream of the all of silences more, the intuition of shares
We call a burden in callous wishes and wizened change
Begin a worlds inheritance, if worth is to be, our charisma?

Care of a friend
In front of a bowl of soup
Alphabet, to be exact, and a spoon you should lend?
If fury or fruition, is to ever be a truth?

Silent opportunity
For a little pepper, the risks of homage
In a curious way, will sincerity become divinity?
When droll acceptance is a favor to come, with advantage?

Cause trying, and the call of unction to the fore
Are you coming on to me?
The stir of facts in the intuition offered
Has the distinct vanity to observe, formality

Peace in a round eye, the toil of acquired taste
Taken with us, and the turn of spare questions
Into facades of character and chaste
Will a rise of fortune, know when a season has blessing's?

A finished bowl of soup...
And the chance of bared liberty's, showing an answer
To the age old, and decidedly more than average couth
Paces of instinct, and spaces to think, a soup has been served...

Avidly, yours?
Snow and treacle, in a legends lore?
Kisses and flowers from early tours
Of virtue we welcome in, a little more

A little more than else, the foot of here
And say the ordeal which I describe
Is a lovers time, if not frankness of fear
When a passion has run so fast, to see the days horizon

Sour old forms, of distance and proof
Of an age old drama, we relent into and fix
Just to look for a younger price, to the salt so aloof
Sudden instinct, to tell you a tale about what nix

Thrown the care, the stir of vague happenstance
Will a shrewder couth, or order to heath
Begin with your word, your kiss, in the bough's of hindrance
I spy you, with liberty in a ruses circle, with anxiety to preach

Simplicity's ask, seemly and the pace of champion's
Whetted with peace's aroma, an appetite to silence a charm
Of a carnal wish to find its sleeve, a hair and a lamp...
In the night, when sour is a reaching flame, so just in its warmth

Legend of a treasure
Safely, we hope, in the causes we dare
Have the tell tale advantage, to promise curiosity
Is a friend in the end, to which we hear:

Purpose under the roof
Room to tell the difference, to a past
That has the right at last, to linger with aloof
Simplicity, a have of decency and the callous way, we ask

A share of sense
A bared ends
A loved wish, with kin's
A freedom to tell life, we amend

Low and true...
The turn of chaste, into a happier could
Couth we will know, the example of when idea's are due
The times justice, and the cares of tenacity, yearning for who

Sense, a tiger
Low and spare, the forest
Has a new name, sharing aspire
Set if went, met if silent, get if lest

Powers of distance, the risk in appalling
Through and vice, today we hear darkness
Save a star that has need, a rage in all hands
The tow of treatise, to favor a kind, in seasons

None of the above? and a star when swallowed
Home is where the heart is? a darkness to avoid
See, the promise I chose? despair is never sense hallowed
Look for a friend in a biding? name me after home, and a choice

In kisses...
We see the total of a moment to claim
The good nature of portent's wishes
Made to come for a severity, in our hopes and dreams...?

In hisses...
Still alluded too, a might to mention the neglect
Of a question in a sour beauty, we seek as is
A stare of sincerity challenged, with the fruit, we reflect...

In misses...
This hour of season and control, is an alive avarice?
That has seldom in our lap, the tact of dour promises
Like a half of solemn stares, are we in the direction of a sigh's?

In cities...
Spare as comforting hap can be, friends of a future
See the hope you make for a sign, that ends in oblivions litany
See the rose comfort a child, in it's tree, with a fire so curious...

Introduce the spy...
Color and needs in a round eye, with cloth to spare
Have aged weal, with a soul for heathen to admire
The tow of your fame, a salty stare at a shined coin, with no character...

Salty tooth
With a problem for uniqueness
Tall orders for humanity, a salt we rueth
In vague ways, the courage it took, I guess...

And an age old, tribulation
Force and merit make the better eye
Take the time, to loosen an intuition
That has the voice of an angel, but the belly for sides

Strength's so sordid
Trust and hours until the chaste of vexation?
Inclined feet, to welcome a future marvel, in hidden
Eyes, the total of justice is a longing look for insular...

More, and the tout of a new friendship
Seen this side of hell, the looming heat
To question the nature of senses we fit
Into neat boxes, the truth to live once, with God to meet

Shown the door, taken with the first and the last
To tell a different story, then the embarrassment of crying
For a salty tooth, that has seen the imagined pass...
Of courtesy, curious enough to share a kind, a trying

Demonweed
Hell we are, out on the highway
Salt and sin, essential to miracles we avoid
Saving you from the sunshine, that has it to say...

Shadow shadow, another separate irony
For the tongue of us, a hallowed guard
Set to clarity in a scope, to defer to righteous agony
Of a battled hour, with sour punch, comes the sweet ward?

Speak of the devil, ready to have another sense
Of liberty in a careful world, and the tooth of commotion
Still ready for the mirror, to tell a tale that with suspense
Is a road **** waiting to happen, the truth in a bothered devotion?

To time with a tale, that has begun before we even care
Staring at the fallen, the gaiety of alien, shares
So identified by clashes with hindrance, an evil liar...
With no eyes for seclusion, seldom in spells of where?

Spare condition, and a meted cotton panel to adjust
The route to tomorrow with Satan's looking glass, a hassle
Come to life in our hopes and dreams, to know a curiosity of us
Was a bitter harvest of money and its eye sore, worth a contrite soul?

Demonweed
Happy little cry, about a patience beyond the wheel and out
Who is a contrary force to be reckoned with?, and who saw the deed...
Of composure seeing the coming, of a new half, of when audacity's pout

Tones of choice
Chance meeting with a lead
Sorts viable, to which we voice
Rhymes of dismay, and sharing dread?

Spare few, somewhere further up the road
Seeing the cold shall, today is a reach
Of promised culture, we accept to hold
The tongue of doldrum and fate, a worldly each

Token shrewdness, the act of harmony...
Staid and fancied with refrain's, of composure
Tenuous to expect, a relationship with an enemy
That stole our kisses, with a muse, clever...

Sunshine that didn't believe in heat
Hence an instinct, that regret's your might
Anecdote in favor, of redoubt to finish it's meet
With a resolve profound, that even will, a sight

A sock puppet...
A roguish season to smile, with candor...
A cherub in the eaves, to hush the trumpet...
A walking nightmare, with a real enough hunger, for...?

Wages of sin?
Silence is my fantasy
A rages rainbow, to thence
A place for liberty, a peace for many...

****** mores
The pleasing said
The pleasant at form
Pious to a fault, I lead:

A promise of heaven
Through the eyes of hell
Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen
Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell...

Awe and savior faire...
Lucre in a finer love
The opus we devote, is your stare
And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us...

The might of a they
When suppose, is superiority
Am I a world, for a simple may?
Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?

Water deep
Water few
Water people
Water due

Water eats salt
Like a ghost, with nothing else
To show, for a reach a fault?
Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell...

Stoic, the taste...
Of a conscience
Who is a praise, for a waiting haste?
Justice, for coping some, of presence?

The secrecy of worldly worth?
Had; like a star of judgment's liberty
Can a patience, be of this meant earth?
Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty...

Dead and loving it?
Where has, justice's babel been?
Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit...
War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...