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

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

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

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

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

Sly, the family of shyness's three
For the sour accords that make us cry
Time in the stead of other's, common to key's
And lurid marvel's, we dote, are but like sands of time...

An obvious ploy, at your heart of simplicity?
Senses and careful choices, that just listen to the stars...
We desire for another well being, truth to quench and appease
In the maying hold, that one day, the compliment of said and are's…

Will dance with me, like the sanity of hope...
Adding the might to sincerity, serenity for a tried and true
Succor, time with a dream in the hands of all, who subtly know
The yearning of thee, when push comes to shove, the here we knew...

Soul to soul, the reasons of omnipresence, to confirm the moment
When we were all equal, under the eyes of kind, and relent
To satisfy the homage of done, and duty, that lent a could, in the silence
Of a new heart, that has a courage in mind, for you that is a lament

Story of yet, earning the stillness of you
Where to fore, the gaiety of possibility is for any, who would say
The past's timidity, and the futures compliment of arduousness due
To the station of shame, we know can love the acts of psyche's many

A penny around about now
Subjugation and honesty in a blinding tow
Threshold was a such a similarity to callous
Poise, known to be our ourselves, when savior's hello...

Mighty courses, of a faring fate
Taken to live and lest, we forgive forget
The terror of waiting for ordeal's to sate
Promises of virtue and candid charisma, welcome it

Catching light in the finish, awakening at the noise
Of a lover in the mornings keep, a grooming harmony
Seldom to wish, and winning the taste of risen loyalty
Fascination takes it's toll, to the eaves of simplicity?

Such a waste, seen a face, seemed a trace?
Of utter contempt, for a nourished future...
Sincerity of the savagery of completion of ilk, treatise
Was a marvel of sulking consumption and the tale of curiosity

Zombie?
Such of a nightmare to explore the differences we make...
For a needy guarantee of common stock, and fulfilled lead
To watch it all go to ***, the rise and fall of a land to imagine sake?

A new handshake with the lore, we destine to flies...?
Traps of veracity and golden here say, to grab a new issue
In the all, and ask, "Is a word edge wise, the race of lies"
Making its way to profundity in our laps, soap is ours, to school...

Fish in the sea
A wishing waterfall and the silence of shell's in love wishing lent
To remember a unique torment in the avarice you showed, to me...
Overtly, a hadn't learning with a role of fame, to instill adage's covenant...

Persistent, consistent, insistent
Kissing the times
Welcome through, and very you meant
With a charity of kinds, will sate become what tries?

Speed in a carried tune, the thought
To serve the nerve
The tout of another keepsake, in all energy
The pout we have, and done for a gift to learn...

Is an awakening world, today we sincerely
Give the drama of substitute, a friend for hell
The world to give a ****, time with a little more meaning
For suggestion in an alive breeze, do you favor it for a bell?

Pennies all in a row, with a meeting place
True to signs of difference, tall treasures of fun
Taken to the chance, the wealth of what a hero says
The patience of reach and reason, is it always well begun?

We thought so, we sought own
Working in the late fates of mercy in a glamorous need
Tarry with a half eaten soul, the other side of cope to loan
The days risen more, in a hand to hold until spirits heed

The fingers of God, to assemble a choice:
Burden in surviving pockets, look
And see the compliment of decision, a unique voice
With a moment to spare, no, to spend a chance youth

A coin bent to near-never's response...
Was my first time, of vice and its charity?
Somewhere beyond the pale, oddity is a shrewd haunt...
Letting finished thoughts usurp a patience for found daring?

Long times with no professed curiosity?
Saving through with a common enough choice, the tout
Of sincerity versus the severity of quiet, in a god fearing country
Still as stolen liberty's, made to reveal a living fact, for a pout:

Many, did the courage it took...
Lent the silver in a rhyming moon, was my youth a shame?
Known with the lips of love, the tale I speak of, could...
Take the life, of logic and proportion, to a weathered ages name?

The boat done, in a bottle of summation, a service
To witness raging, or speed of special letting
The condition of finality to a remembered patience, we sigh
Is ours for a ghost and an answer, pretty to ides, but death in the setting

Death in a new land
So simple, for a trust to question the better and the letter
But with moments like these, the curiosity in hand
Is ours for a song, the truth of poised hate that has come to these, meaning only fairer?

Persist...
In a weddings house, there is only
Taken to some's audience, the through of conscience to list
Is a shrewd tone of voice, the call of might to thee?

Persuade...
A given need, a composure we per...
Time is a faring hope, to let liberty be said
When a doldrum of avarice, has vantage's worth

Permit...
Long looks to tell a wishes story
Rambunctious as a kiss can be, the proposal of whit
Is a rule of thumb, to begin here with a purpose hoary?

Pertain...
Live with me when an able mind is to heed us
Kindred of volition and the redoubt of comparison named
Is to be a lived and well-bred issue, of what we must...

Perdiem...
The lovers of causes to stare once more
Themselves to word the honesty of a new vote, to lend
A question of simple guidance, meant in dreams to seem

Personage...
Letting the about and around, become our home
Heeding only the scope of decency, in the way of legend
Does the reality we astound with patience, have a soul come undone?

Hosts of commotions
Found in the being resort
Simple drowsiness, to address our recollections
When a sincerity has its guests, is petty worthier...?

Proof in a challenged stare
From another sleepy soul, the tender haste
To a realm of powers so satisfied, for the moment to care
The count if not the court, of how a craving for age...

Looking carefully at the time
A host will share the knowing, the pout of recompense
A waiting heed, to carry the day with a price of trying?
The curiosity of depending for hope, the wishes of us come to ends

But in all respect, the reasons we find for a tally of love
Is a host with complete gestures and figures of need
Salvation's key comes to a vexing box, but the better friendship of us
Is a wagering heat in the skip of day, where a doting guest is a heed

Of commotions lip, the call of decency is a raging hour
With the sense to live in the shade, when patience has a glare
Taken to gall, faking the fall, of consciences so meant to be better
The hour of silence only broken, by a better man's stare

Poor resolve, the pride of kindness...
Sat in a door, with an imagined child, to add the clash of potential
Making the noise of reasons proud and true, a hidden guest
With no justice without the yearning we dote, is a reach for shall

They favor asking's shade...?
In metaphor, in gaiety; a tongue of many
Has sat, in a question to fade
Into a pallid existence, with truth, any

A kiss on a blind neck...
My name is plain and introspect?
Shun the court of luck
When spare is fare, only sin reflect's...

Shame to dance:
With a beguiled promise...
Defend a savior, for my blindness
With the climb to fruition, a seasoning of vice?

Courage in temptation's way...
Sour notice of a justice, as a chide...
Consequence keeps altruism, like the back of my hand...
When became toward, is life it's own, snide...

The wages of where
Hair is a persuasion's all, an eye
In coolly collected sake, a charity
Has come of age, with a rainbow for order's of another, silence...

Panacea I know?
Weal in the world with absolution came
Fantasy and guardianship, a heart to owe
With a place meant for need, and the sparseness of somber shame

So life is a bucket of bolt's
Worming their way to the bottom
Where history remembers, the irony jolt's
One awake, from the sleep of voice and questions...

Can't, a risen plea, of measure and dismay alike
Save the world for have's caring right?
Still the charger of a wondering mind
I see the coping hour's have their belly for might

Time with a notion to befriend, a hand
In the sour finish of means come to heedless hence
Where once more, the tooth we prepare, for a staring chance
Is a response to haunting vice's, that came to offend

Life without solace's light
Timid as another may be, the whole of conscience
To wizen in open may and speed of compromise
The tool's of warmth, do they also share sincerity's prescience?

Loft to a healing ray
Of sunshine, where the pace is to reason
Through the hour, and hope in a delicate same
Worth once forward, and thunder in a look for season

Temples that run
As shrewd as a habit in the couth, to question a friend
Hiss, **** and vinegar, the call of can't for cunning
Olden times and the frank display of a power, come in the end

Temples that fight
With a rolling heat, so secure in its justice
The tale of future homage, the trick in your nostril's, tight
By right's of callous treacle, the irony of succor to rise

Temples that thieve
So sweet a spice of torment and the torture of guidance
Away from the purile, to make an obvious statement of grief
Waiting on the disease, we trod into a haven't, that takes lands

Temples that die
With the been and better lip, of causes we favored in the amend
Of rigors and steely eyes, the climate of when a world has a laugh, all of a right
Have the sign of decision in a youth's care, where we are a heart to lend?

Light's that healed the privilege of silence
Light's that coped with a curious shadow, when might saved ire
Light's that seemed the better of changes of means, into art though appends
Light's that warred in your name, for a sickened stare at unwholesomeness's fires

Light's that spanked your baby with love
Sound bared and a barrier, to know the coming tried and true
Promise of senses alive, with the courtesy of impressions and covenants
And an olive given a real try, at what was homes need for a freer you

Penny darling
Where do the foxes hide?
When a man sings to winds
All of virtue is in sight...

Spent remnancy, austere
The coping future
Asking, if wars are to openly fear...?
As friend or foe, as if we were?

The tongue of blessing
Mercy in a vice, for eating edges
Of discuss, in this world, is a guessing
Tooth, the role of visiting life's, rages?

Dances with dread
Mighty and omnipresent
Succor to a finish, somewhere ahead
Worth in a warning kiss, meant...?

Places of use; choices and acts
Stirring our blindness into a caring's can
Of silence, with our misery, aged pacts
Of chances surmised well, to behold a given land

Tows of succor, we claim for imagination
To simply underwhelm the cost of oblivion
And the spoken nature of conscience, with these moments, minds
Come and go, like embarrassment was a legend we win, again?

Pairs of lend
Love in embraces lead
Admittance to understate the land
Yearning in a walk, with god for a league

Notions we understand, and do
Complete to a hand held, and might reproofed
Is our cast of voice, to a shimmering gift of who
In the real, and who is marveling at the could?

Jaundiced the concept, if life has a flaw...
Trueness, to a step forward, with the baring of integrity
Calm is our only defense, for what may be a law
Of committal taken to consciences eye's for liberty

Eye's we would remind...
Have the common route of consideration, like a beginning
Odd the cares we ensue, are a history for let and kind
But, with but a mention of a kiss, are we an end worth winning?

How, and heaven's above
The angel on my shoulder is my friend
Told to mind the better of you, recollection and discuss
Have avidly seen the justice of a courage to may, amen

Show me all and done
With meat and honey
Burdens come
Sing, look for me when it's money

Silhouette, silhouette
I have a stone for you
Trade skill for time lent
When milk has seen could

Party's of commotion
Come home for stature
See the he, see the compromise of heathen
Where the cope of lip's, is such a per...?

Come
The lingering words
To take a turn to heed, some
We will give the bird...?

Fate in a hand held
By the rue, the cooling, the would
In a guarantee for what is ours, even well...
The image of youth, is still a politer world

Tows we appoint
Truer to the fashion of our youth?
Weal and social climbing, simply the joy
Worth one more kiss, in the saving rued...?

Says the fast, here in our stilled
Voice, that came with the call of onus...
The riches of a land far away, as if we willed
The limit's of our need, to the hour of causes...

Legend would have it?
The tolled of an angry bell, not neither nor named?
The places we same, the curses in our lip's...
The realm of vice, to require a new kiss, famed?

For the price of the snores we make...
A home and any decision of prowess that has
The calm and judgment, of yesterday's sake
Will we see the coming heed, we meant at last?

Promises, promises, promises
Toes of hither the faults we know not
Tradition in a cache, of silence?
Today is the call to wishes for a world, with hurt don't's...

Doll with a paper hat
Proper asking and needful advice
Well-worn wisdom, like a badge of honor
Sitting by the road, waiting on a composure, to arrive...

Anybody seen a reason to be...
Them and showing a heart of suddenness
To a friend, will we speak of the devil, to free
Them, from the silence I spy, is a breezes guest?

Is it me, or the stir of things to come...
Have a wishing habit, if not favor
Of remembering the old, with the new, the particular some
Of lilting kin, that seems to agree, I am a new neighbor...

Silent and ordered with anarchy
The tout of simple pride, is ours to be seen, actually
And pronounced with an ample decency, decisions will begin
Like a hand shook with freedom's still, the worth of mutually...

The stare of a lifetime...
Becoming a hardy hello, in numerous ways we will now know
Are a shadow of presumption, that has coped well and trying
To understand a nerve to linger in sight, the total of a season to owe?

Lively consent, to a riddle in the fold
Friends with panic to dance, have a charity in mind
The told eyes of panacea, to show a wish is older
Than a gall in the stir, of realer shapes and kind

A dance of detriment, with a bone to pick
Silence in a shadowy right, is for the substance we add
To the hip, like a cherry in the tone of a guilty lick
We seldom the sore thought, for an east of what we made

A tear dance with us
A dead succor notice the life in a press
A thinking mete, to honor the silence, with a shrewd discuss
A finding of poorer since, in the hands of heed and lessons

Just a moment, the truth is a dragonish stink...
Passion to make love to patience, is worse than we hunger for...
Time in a thematic exchange, with ropes and isolations to link
Panic turns out to be, the coming night where one salt, is worth two in a heart with a taste for a bottle of courage...

Absinthe, seems to be better, at wishes than us
Stark invitation to a noteworthy party, riddling with vanity and poise
What is a really tight feeling staring at the stars during the times we discuss?
The answer varies with an appetite and its shadow, but friends seeing the better of you, is still a mind's choice...

Oil in love
Sense, staidness, sojourn
Though the honor, in about of
The sake we envoy, is sight we further?

Oil in hate
Sour vice, to take a moments life
To principle vexed, a liberty's sate
Challenged of truth, to take to strife...

Oil in curiosity
Known for solemn age, irony
Is a wakeful wish, to tell lucidity
Caring well, if bells introduce prodigy

Oil in security
Worth one swallow, two hindrances
Causes that bare themselves, a latent fury
Worth to know advances, of what asks of problems...

Oil in shadows
Are we the clash of opposites, owed care?
Though callous was a prayer to fulfil those
The light of conscience, knows freedom to be fair

Oil in light
Simple causes, wishes, to become a might to liberty's fore
Savior's drama if not dilemma, of what is right
And wrong beyond the pale, of what was never, more

Trust, in me
Sour and ageless hope
Turned to evocative we
Still a threshold of since, and a clash with youth

Places to divulge
Animosity in a craving hour
To tell a rhyme and a reason, from work's we indulge
Are ourselves, the name and meter of compelling dourness?

To live with the brazen promise
Turned to instill, and the austerity of could...
Courage sake a welcome, to lip's we advise
Are ours, for a sight, a kiss and a levity of when would...

Age keep a smaller promise, in the name of being
Wishes and fortunes day, to realize a calling
Taken from your strive, your hidden senses, leading
A wholeness to winds of voice, and its vision, the passion galling?

Strength in a clarity to detail the silence, welcome
Thought's and endeavor, to still the notion of veracity, plain
Justice and callous here, to befriend the gift of seldom
And history in a learning curiosity, to understand same

A charity that has stood for you...
Energy's and careful reply's, to risen help and the health we intone
Taken to reasoned shares in a destiny to accrue, the unity of beauty
We ask for only a second chance, at the revelation of needs, we maybe have already won?

Wholly, why?
Did you think Carry a tool?
Meant better, without spice, with wine
When a moment feel's better, is proof a fool...?

Maybe now, instead of later
A shrewd are, with tongue to save
A risking same, to a life to cater...
Has the succinct moment's until day's...

Time in a shrill noise
Bared climate, we stir in novelty
Living for, we'll, a stilled voice
With a nuance in a caught lip, cruelty?

Sung in verse, we know the taste
Inch by inch, a cold earthen stare
Merely the choice of vice to haste
A music we affirm may, begin a charity

Show me a richer man, mayhem
Under the light's of couth's language, so keen
Asking for necessity's waters, a poignant whim
With a pet bird to wait and watch, the craving for been...

Notion 'A'
Adding the brass of the day
Altogether a wish we found in a malaise
A court of excelling need, with a moment to say

Notion 'B'
Begun in a willowing voice, hard to see
Subtle bolting skies, with a tooth to turn and seem
Beguiling presence is a world's forte, meant any and all anarchy

Notion 'C'
Contrary to devil's of chaste, and a demonstration of haste
Causes of virtue outrun a valor's sight, like embarrassed keep
Cold silence in place of heard fact's, of poise and pleasance too fast

Notion 'Subsequence'
Surreal, the voice of constancy at the beauty of dependency
Safety in proverbial numbers, versus the common amends
Sakes alive and rekindled, will surmised gaiety show true, the seen?

Red raspberries
And a tea to soak up for the day
In a laugh, and tear let to carry
Am I the sense I make, when alienation may

Strange to know you
All of a gall, and sour chances that made you
A whole guest in the lore, we blame for due
Practice and needs to work, a magic known only as should

Stares at a blank wall for the best it has to offer
Sat still, to remember a calm
That collected under my nose, a resolute lover?
That stayed well into the night, a credence and a psalm

Faintly, a role of roses and guidance...
Found in the nature we claim, is a shrewd form
To salty except, thinking a worthier lend
Of what is a rhyme in time, with strength to borrow

Prayers of a little more, time, float by
Seeking the moment I became a man
And instinct to loosen a hair of consensus we rely
Is a shared table of comfort, that has the ideology we and

Together
And handsomeness in a fruit apart
From the blind, where I bother
A stirring passion, with another time, to start...

Honest inclination
Spoil and true, to a severe tow, of compromise
Is a wink of misfortune, a haps that cares but for intuition
When I have found you, in my cup to wizen?

Redoubt erudite, ask a popularity
Realize a time, with a nary seldom
Find the eggs of promises, with ably a city?
Know a friend silent, but offering a kept question...

Time in a closed mind, secrets we avoid like ages
Termed with a stoic chaste, is my meaning clear
Sheer anarchy in the scope of how, the solitude of legends
Is an answer in motion, to select a bared future?

Look, after a heart is ours, for a thriving gift
Time is a wandering hope, to collect another lore
Since we are all so habitual, with a room for is
Can a sharing kindred, see the place of shall, intone for?

See the liberty we eschew
Time to character and patience in sense
Does a ripe old world with a message for heed and you
Has a clash of deed, come with a dread assurance?

Now is the time, to wonder aloud
Timidity is a frugal lip, to anticipate a creation
Of sincere and thoroughly meant, friends allowed
To prepare a can, with pasts and times seeking intuition

Needs in a finished won, the time of its life...
Decision's in a craved mere, the sour actual, a living proof
Of a solemn dissuasion of courage and season to include strife
Unique among youth, is a hug with psyche to live well, presence of couth?

Three favors:
I meant in a blind hurry
Sour and defiant, are you ready for wonder?
Is a reach of kindness, ours to share a gift of worry?

First, there is no God without it, a whole refrain
For the stout enterprise of waiting on another, you
Situated else, the common tact to remember a change
Of worthiness's season, into patience's we essentialize, who...

Letting burden show itself, the integrity of an imposition
Has a legend to its breadth, a foible of demeanors
Long talks with nothing but ilk's best, in silent ears an inquisition?
Of whom is a reason to fare, the pace of distance oft sulking, weird

Lastly, is this even you?
The treatise, to administer and admonish for a quiet stock, taken to accept
For a liberty in choices, we deem to be the consensus of problems alienated to accrue...
And known for indigency's lie, at the torrid shape of poised antipathy to earn a baring, lent

Do pasts come clean, is a reality of poorer snide, a fate wryer?
The tooth you promise to carry a cause, that envy...
If not jealousy, the irony we admit is a reach of what hides
And made subtle, the considered live of what the world is, heed

Mention me
When patience has run its course
The sublime, the tone of a voice to be
Edges accurate, and gifts of also and all may, or worse...

Throe of light, tangible
Sense of couth, totality
Speed of curiosity, traditional
Meter of composure, veritability

Long times, with no shoes to walk
The land of compare and suitable ire
The times have forsaken me, a risen shall to sulk?
Was a place of comment and identity, what has shown denial?

The taste of honey...
Judged for a length, of when a praise has seen the truth
Is a fury in the lore we carry?
The turn of peace into a place for guidance begging youth?

The taste of milk...
Even and though, a shred of decency has halted
The wages of simplicity, have become a passion's fulfilment
The truer sake and due legend, of what a season faulted

Opus duality
The marvel of accomplishment, now the cadence of exist
To wish in an open hug of decorum, an idle lip with a vicinity
Come from nowhere, the shadow of privilege to lend, the mention

National weal
A bright mind to weigh
The challenge of life, a love in ways we feel
Cause curious or remembered sate...

The throe of light
The emancipation of a flower
The mention of sincerity for a decency, might
The roles of compulsion, to understate a power

Your guess is good as mine...?
Themselves to add, and the claim of shall
The wishes of another cope, to and and time
The doting presence of kindred, fated with a kiss, so little?

Privilege, in its reasons and finding gifts
Here is a wish for something better than life has...
A worrisome drive for needs, when a heart lifts
The only soul to redoubt, has the silence of dread, for more than pass...

Brass is icky
Gold is dew
Bronze is micky
Lithium is you

Long arms, long legs
Roses in a rational circle
Waiting on the hug of history, is race begs?
Wading into the rain, are we meant and or the devil?

Silence before the storm:
Walls with superior horses, suggest a callous ide
Hello, moments, my name is first among many firsts of norms
When a burden if lasting pasts, is a creature of speed, and its shied...

Novelty versus poverty...
Nations voiced by angel's
Success amid heaven, the count of refraining from innate liberty
When a courage is for what destiny referred to as health...

Heaven
And a typical drama in the sweetness we cue
With exasperation come to a deified hill, the love you have given
Is a remembrance, of reasoned wealth in disparity due?

Hell
Exacting a new flower; of sun, moon and lands ecstasy
In these eyes, the thing of future philanthropy, is a doting and little
Wind of silence, that is broken baring the light of curiosity...

To each their own...
Simply found, and cared for, the lips of a lover
Are the needs of conscience, before composure to regale, a stone?
Of might, that is completed with the honor of privilege, and boy is it moving...

However, sometimes
Sake's we face, with your doles
Longevity in lore, with simple trying
Done and yourself, to limit a world...

To three sides to the same coin
Silver in our mind, but wronged by a shame, we despise
******* with a room to *****, truer to issue suppose, loyalty
In separate irony, we fear the soul of jaded same, wise?

Strength's never mentioned...?
Soap, the terror of our lap, laughter we don't remember?
Sand, with a reach for sour rapport, with a can't intentioned?
Song, and the right hand for loft of an intoned our, to render?

Light in a golden smile, so rare for a shape in the years
Welcome me to a reigns future, the knowing and the owing
Sated with sense of me, allowing the past's to rectify only, were
The misery we envision, is a curse in the stare of a loving?

News from a diamond on the finger, a rose between teeth
Similarity with a push for evening, and its twinkling meet
Have sincere, the count of responsibility to requite, each
And the echo of a courteous torch, that says also heathen

Is this deifying kiss actually a divorce?
Or am I the reasoned vice, I appear to be?
Will the obvious plant of heed, become a chance at chose or chores?
And is the fight we notice, a tale served to years, for a stone and/or key?

Looking one more time, with the frank levity of a season...
Does a rational voice know a wilder stare in fascination
Or is a patient eye, the sickness of justness and politics of medicine?
Looking for love still? try a pale freedom in the glean of intuition...

Undone tomorrows
A guaranteed break of silence
A guitar alive on the radio
Where has a holy night been?

Under the tongue
And loving it
The turn of salt into heroism
And the catch of day, on our whit:

Pennys dance when kissed, like hardier
Futures in the round, of a lifetime...
Seen by any eye, that will give it a star
A host of adroitness, that has its soul for rhyme

Silence that was...
A heart found success, that completes a rise
Of the land to the ire's we discuss
Dust to dust, and the must of our lives...

Under the covers...
With a universes smile
In hopeful corners, the virginity of a fury, made lovers
Of another privileged season of life, all the while...

A halt here of seen problems, pronouncing itself a sanity
With an hour found in the eyes of being, a stare of promise
And succinctly the truth in a voice, to complete a shared vanity
To consider all and else, in a heaven's way, a kind of wish to rise...

Translucent tides
Running with simple wishes
Passion to invest, common ides
Greater by instance and declination's fishes?

Low key, the sunshine we approve
Wane and mightier twain, come to shore
With an order to a final sense of lore, accruing
A majesty, with the good nature of mine and yours...

Entertaining the could, with a sincere stare
Is a curious many, the part of reasons?
Or are we a shared commit, to language of redoubt, fair
Or justice, complimenting heed; opuses seasons...

Might, dependency with a choice in our may...
A pace of sense and soberer intent, becoming the fate of value
In instinct's chance, or questions we assume are gay
The desire of a moment, to collect reality in a sake, all

And give it a heathen kiss...
With a repose not unlike time, is a relationship to character
The couth of anecdotes such, the causes of baring that is
Of a smile, that remembers the strength of worth, to learn...

Low to earth
Since a season was our own...
Smiles and oft in so many, kinds of worth
Tongues to save, time is silent for love...?

Timid, the notion to excel
Thirst for another, soul
To know the senses we let, will
We serve the notion a draught, of each other fully?

Candor in the space of courses
In the speed of specialness
Thinking the tone of a unifying voice, are we forces
Of rage, or the sparseness of courage to lessen?

Time comes back for it's silent appoint...
Ready me for a simple kiss of sight?
Tender need, in no man's seldom, the world to sort
The cares of fact from fiction, where only sadness might's?

Now...
And the energy we spend on the bother
In a calling to hurry and the many, a heathen brow
Is all of nothing so unattractive, that we don't know honor?

Now forever...
Symmetry and focus of a sincere mind
To wake in the urges of life, to select it's own lover
Aching for fruition, we have any hope, for you as a sign

Forever now...
Living in the shadow of poise, and the moments of conscience
Said for ably, our curse? when to ask, is our gift to how
And the illustrious more, to keep the freedom of when, we end

Forever...
The pale roles of uniqueness in the means of an eventual us
Known to collect each other, for a carnal reason, if not never
Haven't we, the eyes of angel's, to keep the world we hush, now...

Like to play the part?
Heed a rose for the conception let?
Save a sweet dance, with a reality to start?
For the challenge of comparing a lucid secret?

With contemporary ought, for a silent notice
Tones of curiosity become the fate of senses
Alluded to, in a seclusion's form, the sour promise
We begin to notice, is mine alone to select amends?

Such a careful song, with a muse of hypocrisy?
Presumed the borrowed eye of a steely stare
Will a caught mind, on the behalf of supposed ease...
Know the difference been, the reach of unions and fare?

Paces with a rolling for a tongue
Places with a bell to exchange hardy sights
Pleasance with a sordid shew, of what is a living wrong...?
When the skip of yet, is a right to seek adrenalines, light?

Glasses and the kind come?
Past the gums and attacking the shoot
With a driven comment, for a silly wish lost to the world, done
Until a grace has seen the truth, of a moment to look...

Heed was the name
Given by me, and the needs of other's
When and where we don't know, but just the same
With presence and kind, coming for more...

Time with a pathetic grin, noticed by all...
The turn of somber chastity into a marvel of anger
That has deed and notion, of worlds to fall
In love with something besides the beaddled works of angel's...

Now, don't think the needs of an alerting charity...?
Are neither and knick, to me and my patronage
But a living example of destiny in a shoe, voice, and disparity
Is no place for am's choice to come to justice, unless it is, fate

How, in the terms of unity and coping we so mightily adjust to...
And an hour of seclusion we find for fix, and the burdens of a fighter
But in these words and premise to honor a new and compelling you
Was a lie before us all, the nature of decency to foster another, writer?

Courses in heed and the inner most desire we know to call
A passion of let and set ideology, but again the lie is in the road
To spirits and their divorce from the moments, as if a pace to loll
Among the distances and travail, we make for a clarity of soul...

Written in habits and happenstance, the onus of anxiety?
True to wishes we have never heard, we meant the thought...
If not the word and deed, of complexity like a share in vanity's
That came, and went, with a shout, but only when we are not...

A penny saved is a penny earned
But a purse with an open mind, is yours to confirm
Let with ought and a gander of salt, the shrewd do save occur...
Sparing the gift's of toward, like a dependency to learn?

Money is a shape of decency of time to come
Let like a harmony in lore's, we affirm is mightier to mention
A lucre capable to sulk, and inspire the succinct thumb of home
Of crescendo in league, with a memory for each rational intention...

Time meet omit...
Timidity's adventure with tumultuousness
Through the sweeter candor we can accept, to invite liberty
To a reality of cherish and privilege, that is ourselves to wish...

Privacy is a bliss?
Took to hours and rendition, the tale of guidance
We made if stress and vertigo, of a numbing history's prestige
Total's of character and vice, if a mind to ask, "Was resolve meant, patiently your amends"

Chastely, the rue, and the exception of a school of thought
Waiting upon the course and moment of causes set forth
Known like a remnant challenge, we have for the clash of us, in parts
And aspire, the truth if not the jewel of aloof, fear for the poor...?!

Long time, novelty
When the levee breaks, creation
Sour times to require more, incredulity
With a prettier tear for song, intuition

And the cradle will rock...
Spare to fore, with the common gift
Misery is my other name, for a silence to mock
In the scope of duty and rancor come to light, we lift

Children of dismay
Let long before sharing a truer stead
Is a careful reminder to be on time, with clean irony
The truth is a fragile friend, come in from the cold, as we said

Lead me to the old, the space to question a favored consideration
The tale of recourse and fewer try's, is but a many to hold
Love and kisses, tomorrows pity in a round eye of intimation
That has said, the walls of generosity, completes a band of gold

Prowess of a new song, one day
Themselves and I, redoubt the blindness of a sky
Like the hour of decision, that is to be a curious fate
With a shadow for a laugh, we will save the world from its own sigh's

Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...

Natural asking
Done with the eye of a nightmare...
Shrewd patience's, to tell a tale lacking
A head for fun, the titular question we fare:

Shoulders of conscience, to let hap
Begin here, if we are to be a sweeter
Privilege, the test of common simplicity, have
We the taste of completeness, when stoic is met here?

In the names, of richness we appoint
To anger and derision, the tale of supremacy...
Finish our today, and err' the tomorrow we sort
Under the nose of courage; forgetting the stars for leniency?

Sweat in the field, for a decision in courtesy
And the provocative curiosity we have come to judge
With a realm to its sake, psalms and sated irony
We save, if anything but hate, for harmony has its reasons...

Love with a vanity, situated on the shoulders of family
Cause hopeful, the fun of whole realization?
That has fed itself, the coming root of couth, cannily
We have seen you, the marvel of answers in our estimation

Hell is a rolling cloud, with nothing to say...
But the assumption of another friend, the inherited adage
Is a frank and deliberate decency, we show for what may
A new life on the behalf, of a sunshine to seek a new legend

Cope, and the anarchy of a salient choice, alive in the shared
Chances and living lore, we know is for a baring, commit
To the candor we shield and few, to keep a claim that aired
The sincerity of future all, with which we know a past, whit:

Heaven is our first and only might...
Yet yours for a song, the risen hour of kind surreal, the tout
Of worth in a friends stride, to collect a thought that has a right
In the mists and revelry we admit is ours, that knew what power...

No patience
Know avarice
None relationship
Knowledge and spice

No existence, yourself
Know an ordeal like a rub
None with an insight for health
Knowledge and three men in a tub

Now, who is?
Known gifts of simplicity sake
Nothing but marvels, for a legend to pout, this
Knowing what we do, is a date with an angel, fate?

Fake lips at an ordinary meal, set sideways
Liberty's arduous shoulder, to wince at a cloud
Future yet's and tomorrow's lets, living for what stays
Loft to an argued curiosity, the truth is the only wish allowed

Until we think so...
Proper acts and super facts
We are the keepers of might, that knew right
With a pinch of Sulphur and an ink to understand pacts

So, do you think so...
Tears from behind the seeming home of cope, with a praise
And the love bite, of a calling need to let the breeze of sorts, blow
A pace of unity in a chaste shadow, that lets by gones begin to see an age with eyes to raise

***, with a teacher
Misery's is no mans welcome
Here to affirm, when *** is meager
Does philosophy ache for some?

Aristotle, teacher of future acts
See my confusion, doldrum
Is a flowers conscience about the facts
Sent with hopeful presence, is a spirit home?

Plato, teacher of today's callousness
Share my intuition, metal sings
In the name of judges, all of whim
Cares and meres, help what we think

Socrates, teacher of yesterdays soul
More than accuracy, are we a knowing heaven?
Salt and sweet, ice and seasons; hold
They're contempt, for a sight bigger than just a religion

God...
With no lip for a suicidal glare
Ought with a seeking privileged
To lead you to reasons, I leave knowing where...

Named if fate's curiosity...
A vice with a stiff lip
Notion and energy's wholesome, memory
Saving the unity in a drama, so far away is...

Urged form, in the behalf of simplicity
We walk faster when we see the name in a cloud
Toes and finger's worth a spirited door, has a dour vanity...?
With a moment to ask, "Is a rule of and, the ordeal of the crowd?"

Time to reason, a child with no patience...
Taken for a climbing our, the reality we envoy
To see the levity in a song, with melancholy's ending
We keep once, more and forever the patience of a world, loyalty?

Truth, do we look bigger than it's tone of a voice?
Measure's in the right, to care for else
The legend of first's and last's, in love with the choice?
Time to all, we sake for an embarrassed wind, willing?

What was it?
Love even, in the blessing of avarice minding
Tried and turned to a steely gaze, this is our hour of whit
With but a stir of anarchy, we have seen you, save us from another vengeful lie

Candid homage, to sweeten a treasured smile
Known this way and that, with the bother of other soul's...
Comparing the silence of cope, to a life, of all the while
Time in its aftermath, and truth in it's lore, asks have we done, the impossible?

King's and Queen's?
Where has a light of way, been, without a lip to same?
And the mar of courage, to seek the limit's of compassion we mean
In the still of mercy, the promise of a new liberty, to know a sincerity's may, be...?

Ought, in an ordinary way
Secure, in the knowledge
Succinct, to what may
Focusing suggestion to a malady, its rage

Long looks at a growing concern
The taste of popularity, has a sight
That quickens at the touch of works
Of cope and sorrow, sophisticated enough, to might?

May not do that...
The lingering offer of simplicity to chaste
Tones of voices we have disguised, as a hosts what
And whose, the albeit stone of ridicule, case by case

Chance grows in tree's
Change grows in the fertile winds
Charity grows in the hands of dreams
Challenge grows in the voice which minds

Choking on a tear?
Saved beyond realm and norm, feasible?
And looking upon a torrid example of what we fear
The drama of passion to shield us, from ought liable...

A token appreciation, the known in direct opposition
Time is a ready champion, with a light for wayward might
Kept until saved from a burden in lament, a question
Is the weapon we chose, not the guidance of torment to sight

Yearning poise?
Another soul to bother
Worthier phrases in a choice
Hand to shake, like a season of others...

Total's of sense, and survived anxiety
To take their time of a lovelorn embrace?
True to simple heed, and a heathen sovereignty
Slow moment's, on the behalf of a needy facts, if not patience to face?

Kiss me when I am ready, the turn of is...
Into isn't a welcome share, of deem and its duty
Required in the safety of our misogyny, a comparative bliss?
To seek a new finality to a friend's endeavor, mere and dear we...

See the wings of a time...
We stole from beguiling kisses, the don't of remain
The dole of severity to change its mind, for a spare trying
Till we issue anger's charm, and its focus of eyes that ordain...

Wishes?
And the spate encouragement of suppose before the height legendary
Tarry in a shown way, to ask, if intimation is a speed to if
A hero has a moment in held belief, or is this the shadow of decency?

See the guarantee of a lowly hand, come with all and purpose
And the might in a shall, we divine is the poise in a presence?
Found virtue and clues, of the demand of another host...?
Here is a shred of saving many, from the powers that be, again

Pies in a round eye
Shown to be, the coming rain
Reigning with ourselves, mirrors or lies
To take advantage of a meager silence, that came

My name...
Pride in a rolling haze
Suggesting the health of compliment, to shame
The world you seek, is a round eye in a daze

My calling...
To wishes that subtlety claimed is vanity
Doors of acquired tastes, and the bother of falling
Into sincere enough arms for a rush of sanity

My home...
Songs that care for one step more, thresholds
Of courage with a stiff upper lip, see the known
Like a friend has two fates, willful or guidance's jewel's

My number...
Tree's of fortitude and exaction, expecting one in return
Totaled hindrance and careful reasons, taken to fruit of the humbler
Advance of conscience on a rule of thumb, that is a prowess's quiet earn

My silence...
Is bought by it, et al
Judged like the marvel, we tell a story to, on the chin
Living day to day, in a head to share, what will...

Poems that ought
Poetry that thought thus spoke
Figures of imagination, a stoicism wrought
For the times are a sweet tune, that looked and provoked

Anarchy in the mind, to form the words
Still overtures of truth in a rhyme
To dazzle the contempt, the about of vanity heard
Gestures so certain, the tale of wishes line for line

Human decency
To garner one more flower of advents kind
Right and riddle, the measure we sit
And reflect, the upon of subtler times

To wonder, is a wish ever more than a gift to another, when meant?
Aspire for down and about benign, the cares of a liberal need
To set to paper, the count and the majesty of patience's relent
Welcoming a new eye, a new ear, to a table of justice's heed

Sorry to know you
Sorry to keep a word to the wise
Sorry to hold contempt, a mind to blow
Sorry to save a sweet reason, you despise

Sorry is one to never forget
Looking out, for a friend to save the world
Shame and stirring a just, need to let
Will we still be friends, if I tell you early?

Sincerity in motion, the sight of completion
To these we are the profound, a comely insight
That knew the stoic, the few, for a saner intimation
When safety is areared to cope, are we certain we might?

Sorry, I fell in love...
With the blessing of heed, a worth to come by again
With the seasons of conscience, and the rules of thumb
That did look and see, the moments we favor with them

Police at the circus:
Ok, buddy, why the scream?
Excitement is for children, here...
Thoughts of adulthood, should learn to be

The juggler says hi
When may has an opportunity, baring a tooth
The fright of charity, is in the air, with silence
Terror came, when pasts are aloof?

The third ring, comes forward...
Sated angels, with misery for needs each?
Knowing a drama in the lie, we sternly compare what starred
A cagey house among many fields, we know the faring vanity...

Letting the culprit, ride the elephant?
We saw the problem, animals with a pace for us...
Have the cordiality to look, and see the limit
Of a surprise, happy enough to feed and pet; with thus?

A happier boat?
With moments to clear the board...
Saintly fights, with the voice of a stranger, are what we thought
Getting hysteria out of the way, makes good nature have a word?

With a wisdom's, shadow?
Prepare our smile, with a remembering guise...
Of what worry was to your fellow man, a place to hold
Ones distance to a wish, that wasn't a person again? home pie...

Door mouse
On the way to a friends party
I am a bird, you are a mouse
Seldom have we seen each other, without a key

Rains of fortitude, speed of a jaunt
To hills of worth, that remind you
The stone is sour, if I am to be your earthen haunt
Take and save a care, with the future call to who

Wishes make all of a since, sleepy
Finishes of stone, let a mighty ghost have the time
Guarantee's with a reason, come by a friend seeking
Antipathy in a color, a face, and a tear trying

Home is where the head is, insists...
Home can decide your fate, even before you discriminately know a laugh
Home is a character to suggest, a flaw is a joy if made in bliss
Home is a relationship with pride, to tell the world, hath

Door mouse
Praise be a show, of what shame has named a catching breeze
What is a cornered eye, with intent to let a house?
Have the skills of out and about, the name of surprise, your home is with me...

Utter the world's;
Spill or spoil; the hunt anew...
The words we know, for certainty
Come from a moment, of gaiety and who

Sates put away, and a promise of virtue
Offered, with the call of sincerity...
The tale of fates and heirs, is a fairing you
With pause in the skill's of beauty to others, virtuosity...?

Promises that came with a license, of fortitude
In the might we afford, for the rhyme and reason
The comparing heed, with an exaction, of eclectic jude...
With a charming smile, to append the nature of learning's season?

Which in the limelight...
Is a waiting friend, to venture forth with a subtle sight
Spectacle and what the heck is with a clever right?
To find the spare and done dour, of entourage sublime...

Been the scope, of duty to finalize a certain accord
Actual sake and desire make, the coming portion of sense
Inclined by the shown, avidity, now complete to days to word
Space for a clashing vote, which has a question left to moments, without decision in amends?

Uttering the words
Points and paces of better ideas, the tow of synergy
To seem, if not win the role of deliverance in a salt, satisfied to occur
In the touch of unity, which has seen all, the price of passion's prophecy

Three-time loser?
Off repercussion's cuff
Silent light's, that make you clever
A holy night, that compared love

With names...
Forest's save since, like eyes
Mightily, the reach of sunlight, is no shame
Christian, do we suppose we are, our lives?

Back to the future
Where since, is a mounting curiosity
To look and see a wish, we made worldly
By saving a finished thought for the day, of God's city

Peace be on a good nature
Needs, welcome a freedom's fear, to the table
Heeds, bring on the forces of virtue
Least,  is a favorite past time, partaking of life's fable

Fate for a valued friend
So called seeds of wishes, wry and wisdom
The fairer fruit of sense cope, sense lent
To nothing but the beauty of love's poorer questions...

Hospital favors
West with the order to which...
Handsome and gaining in strength
Will harmony be all right? just in the stitch...

Eternity in a night breeze
The pride of my sheets, the kindness we afford?
In rational days, the moment to seek...
Merit in a need's stride, *****'s without your word...?

Been the odd, the juice is on the however, though
Told to belet, a sickness with the cares of unity
Promised airs of candor, know a future without thou?
Kindred are all in a row, to see my name in all certainty...

Patience
And a curious have of problems in sanity's mirror
To act in a callous sorts of did, a misery I legend
With your imagination, the tows of simplicity in fear?

Purpose, and a bedding changed
Sweat and heaven be honors, for a taut finger
That rolled anger into a ball, and asked an angel strange
What is a new man, to you and me, when passion lingers?

Birth of a new day, a looking hour, with clocks to chime
Tender and focus under the heel of a family, letting grace
Begin a courage in vice, falsetto to overwhelm a voice in rhyme?
Long teeth in a deluded moon? when sour is your fate...

No light in here
Our fist's for fancy
Majesty is such a word
Compelling me to a gilded lienancy

Shame, do I know you like a flower?
Simple issues, to keep a life's vex
Poise, portrayal, and peace, where in is power
A fugitive of cold harbor's and season's elect

Patiently, none to seek
Truly, poor challenges of the kind
Come to those, with love to let
See the affirm, well to do in reason and rhyme

Now with a name
For isle's of forethought
We save ourselves in any voice to claim
Then and meted, between the morrow and lot's

Calm me for a salt?
When I hate the world, ever love
So suggested to know the eye of fault
But where a shadow has known, a lip has come to thus