Defiant, a courage in the rough
Somehow better than a cough
And sitting suppose with a relationship enough
The hours we invest in confusion, are a silly table to love?

Misery walks in...
Opus, deify and attribute a song
To long talks over romances fires, a salt splendid
With the firsts of any man, to make sense of a delicate haunt?

Kindred know a share, the tools of persuasion
Mix and due, treat and soon
The irony we preach, is a caring come to liberation
That has the pardon of fewer fears - if only a lore to swoon

Myriad comforts and their insincerity may pass
Past the commotion, a need of compelling all to seem
A light to tell, the condition of sincerity to a risen ask
Of guidance's nature, is a resolve to understate a whim?

Alienation walks by...
Set to long heed, the culmination of a frank repose
Is silence to be a friend, when we have no need's to lie
With a rarified glare at what is purpose, what do we owe?

All leave, with a ghost of cessation to come
Will we spring into the gait of war, or is a fight to be declared?
Or is a descent into deception, for after a word has space to dumb?
Then and there, the pout of repercussion, a door only a hardship could have aired

Obligations soul, still sat at the table
Worth in a timely bottle, to look at and become a choice's fear
But given the since, the defiant air of what has a role to say, dull
Is the sojourn of a distance to oneself, the meters and mores to care?

Pretty ought, in the wind's
Of virtue and change, we see in our hindsight
Taken to luck and distance to a persuasion
Hadding the solace of here and how, now is our might

Look at tolerance's eye's...
Simple tradition in love
With story's of choice, and history in question's, to why
Is adding the stir of all and most, our reward for silence discussed?

Taste, the parable of needs
Found in the similarity of toil, a tomorrow with shares
In the said, and from a future soul, which heeds
The fewed honor of viewing the moment's with almost so fair

Hear, the patience of simplicity
To answer a focus of arduous motives, and a sincerity while
The risk of hope to come, consider and moreover, the limit's of anarchy
To wishes we foresaw, have the salutations of ourselves, seldom shyness...

See to wishes we knew...
Have the distinct odor of liberty, in the mar or miracle...
Of a fussy heed, without which, we never lead who
To a likeable sort's, without the can't and the want, of a witnessed till

Saving the misery for last?
Here is a relationship with of, that has the reach of passivity
In the security of other's, known for not, and taken to ought, for ask
The breath of bared utterance of all at last, a spare intimacy...

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...

Yet, to affirm...
With a realm to sake, biding...
Boding a habit, of creating a sojourn
To a peaceful cause, in the shape of destiny, earns adding?

Within the wait of redemption, a droll season
Has sat and noticed me, in a privileges smile...
The land has it to yearn, for a future to wind and remain?
In a stoic refrain, we mention to any's fate, all the while:

Curious beginnings
With a reach for any who would
The salt of a shared stipulation, semblance of endings...?
That become the inheritance of now, the house of all and good?

Awakening at their appointed hour:
Our suggestion, our intimation...
Of cope, and a colloquial prayer, set to dour
Music? and the integrity of a world's forces of generations?

A prayer that turned into a defiant star...
Welcoming the here, the intellect of perception
Where we were, where distances of courage stare far
The need of silence and its prodigy, with a blind intuition...?

All of heed, a God warming to us...
We know this, with a remnant eye
The tarry of promises, to question even simplicity, thus
Nature with a conscience's vote, a role of integrity to lie?

Upon a bed of dignity, an answer for anarchy...
Worth in a worlds share, have we finished the patience's of peace?
Or the resumption of a halt to harrow, a hell in the name of what was merry...?
Times, the court of siblings with a deed for you, adrenaline is living's feast...

Named for sexes nature
Willful and observing the taste
In a relationship's source, an open curiosity
To question and answer the bared promise

Will we step over that line?
Has it ever been anything but...
Salt in lore and its composed shadow in time
Will we save the rue of growing thought's and spaces meant

Shall we begin?
The tooth of religion
In sour ways, we take the times to overture, in a careful horizon
To see the chastened, the simple, and the prodigy of again

Seeing is believing if you have no eyes...
But might makes risen worlds, a named shame to fight?
When all of a shrewd thought in your direction, is having spite
The tow of unity is ours, for a joke and a song of what is right?

Yes
I do, and with a remnant kiss to remind
The thief of assumption in the many, is me with a lest
Anger that comes to these, for a legend of sense, so sublime...

Hands in a romantic pocket
Fresh eyes that claim a number
Penny's and dirt, the thanks of selfish lockets
Taken from an embarrassed, quiet, to become humbler...

Fright of a lifetime
The roses and the smile in an alabaster cake
To reach for a nimble childhood, a curiosity trying
Of cares in callous circles, the problems we make...

Sovereign, the taste in a marveling cloak...
To rhyme and play in the rain, see me suggest a today
And a character of honor in its throe, too many pokes...?
To be a waiting house without a key, the intellect we may...

A home with a reckoning list, the thread of disdain
To tell a story in familiar language, the risen kinds?
And hopes all in a row, that collect the world for any
Who would serve the might, the tight way we require minds?

Tomorrow in an angry stare
Wealth and bastion, taken for another fool, to ends resolute
The best of wests and the couth, of a question left to arguably a care
Meant with so many more yesterdays, are we the left side of known good?

All to let, omni-patience
All to sit, order and chaos
All to whit, the flavor of a smile's agents
All to met, the tows of words greater by keeps odds

All to odds of decency...
Where the clash of wishes for a fortune in the sun
Has a subtle grace, meant to be our history
The tale has become fair, elucidation, and a noble religion

Why do you sit with the neighbors when the tables are turned?
When a sharing felt for avid deem, is a collected thought for am?
And knowing what we do about us, is a whole live of what, earned?
Sakes the decision to tell, will it become even more, a sincerity also ran?

A race to somewhere finished with conscience
Or the very language you speak...
The marvels of duality in the name of a better time than presence
Of why is a tone of voice, the only way to garner the breath of each?

Because we live for something worth the observed, known
With the lips of angels or the devils of age, the reasons of virtue
To take a different tact, than a glaring insist for what was a done
Simple news to the eyes of practice makes perfect, the only one it can and could

A is for adage, the truth you think is a daring host to help
B is for baby, the tooth you display for wishes that come to all who care
C is for couth, the times you know are a happier twain, when it comes
Seldom in our view, and knowing a chat with something greater, only the did are ever it here

Name from a blossom
Found in the rivers curl
Proof for a saving grace, the sense of freedom
With our duty's all in a row, listening to early...

Antiquity knows an avid favor, the toll
Of berries brief and the solitude of an irony's tree
Looking for home, when sense is to be a clouds roll
Far away in heaven, the integrity of a weal, we see

Everyday
The tongue of persuasion and the portent to eschew good
The coming hour to heed a windy hope, a sun's ray
And a liberty to unfold for the purpose beyond wouldn't

Sated by the sigh of sensitivity
Even the crude mars and spills of life
Have a stock to take, and its inner nobility
Worth once a step found, in the wake of forever nigh

Night comes, and the tooth of witness comes to play
Aspect chilling, the mine or the sign
Of choice in a careful soon, a hindrance past the lips to say
A habit is our undone, and given wrong for same, our time

Light comes at last...
Spill of ideas, into the mercy we fueled by purpose unknown
Until a shadow has become the soul of our heed, so fast
We are the used and the abused, of a rage of lies sown...

Politics in a happier hand
Salt and salacious minds
To work in the evening sun of the land
Tried and true, the irony of vice to distinguish the times

Politics deciding to give at most, a wonder, a try...
Through a peering shadow, we accepted was a rancor
Timid is and if a ruling thought, nowhere but shied...?
The loft to a rolling voice, that has it to serve...

Politics knowing utmost is the whole, dominion
Taken to beauty, and serenity, notes of comprehension
Compassion is an adding wait, of sincerity to come again
With the dole of rendition, edicts of forces we see, reagent

Politics of friends and lovers, with the guidance of decency
Met erudite, the cold versus the heat of problems...
That suggest the kindred of speed, and the reasoned empathy
In our hands for vows, that come and go like angels, whim

Politics of offering a host of charisma
The time of day, and the mustiness of night
Where one decision for the many, is made in heed's behalf, dilemma
We know and care for, like a curiosity was the other half of might

Politics of poise, and a surreal appetite
Privilege before a sunny honor, the future of ought, energy
Long in truth, and chosen for bright minds that saw a sight
Of worth in the worlds grasp, looking one more time for sought anarchy...

Wealth...:
Simple reaches, to work for an echo...
Through the place of patience, health
Of a commune with sharing, we loved:

Envoy the grim, enjoy the stimulation
Oft a harmony, that has foiled love
With more than a rainbow, a light of stipulation
Come for victory, over a coarse lie of us...

Tomorrow, is the eye of a lover...
Sweat, can hope harvest itself, now?
Rued by the dread of chaste, ever overt
Is a needy gasp of purpose, even our how?

Tomorrow, has come...
With a shall's most provocative...
Breathed simply, and for some...
Sense itself, comes from a spirit to give...

Obvious tomorrow's...
With a moment to sulk
And save you from love borrowed
From a savage isolation, a world has come by to balk

Truth's anniversary
With a friend
Saving almost from mimicry
Of a boat's sail, taken for utmost's lend

Do I look deep into eye's?
Pies and decision's made kisses
Sour old me, with reasons to lie
And cheat one out of their wishes

Stone cold assurance
Of a liberty to seem, well, anarchy
The other side of the coin, to dance
And play the fool, of hasty reality's

Shown a step...
And a handsome whole to move
Wild guarantee's become a grace set
For a beautiful day, of mercy for love

Simple day's indeed...
Bout, shout, and now
The strength of courage, heed
Is a baring I know, as if you intending marvel's show...

Gifts of nothing
But, beauty to form an opinion
An avid repose, determined to see your response, wanting...
None is a bounty of all, if curiosity is a care, to lend?

Proud, if not resigned to indignity
A moment to require the world of a decency
Longevity, is a fruitful price, of these we share impunity
With an evenings bird, with peace in mind, for heed...

Of a tow that knew the land like autonomy...
Waged war with the first of tongue and guarantee, like light...
Being the sound mind and duty, in a collective dream...
Strangely ours is a vehicle of destruction, that is our might...

An evenings bird with no eye for beauty?
Has a craving for beginnings and end to least's, lest we become...
A shrewder time, are we to find the curiosity of moods, easy?
Feed me the common chat, with a child of purity to save, them...

Would you...?
Sincerity to venture forth, the colossus of vantage at lost
Mercy's, in the couth we detail, is a world you grew
For me, the irony of ideology in love, with a very careful host

What if...
A little time to report to charisma, is the candor of woes you seek?
Perhaps that child, is a word in the mire; of cause, condition and cease
Knowing what I do, wouldn't the chances sing a new tune, imbued let?

Death, and the fascination of oil under the nose
Where the least effort one can make is to smell, and swallow
Never, in league with a rolling today, that has a lucre to boast...
My name, so proud to savage a quaint tow, that has an hour that certain; I am in love...

Thread of tenderness
Seen in stance, in the minds eye
Truth, do I know thee as a guard of bless
The waiting of eternity to come and sigh

Patience's we have seen
Proof of a vow in the call
Of destiny to a shoulder we mean
Is no place for birds of harping's and fall

But pluck they do
Whistling at the break of day
Naked attempt's at the collection of who
Is to be a name, without the cloth to say

Found in a poem?
Silken marvel to hear a passion
Let among sour, the tale of a questioning home
Livid and its almost friend, of rascals and wondering

Light in the tree's, so confirmed for a glades wish
Through and through, the idea of love
Halts, and savor's a granted moment we relish
And prove is just same, as a home to wander about a covenant

Singing our praises, a bird of hardy exception, will take note
Look and see the imagination we prophecy
Is a clarity in reach, of cloud, sunshine and a breeze to devote
Itself and privilege is, the guarantee of another day

When we are simply the might
Today has seen the better of a sore truth
Welcome us to a legend in the habit, we sigh is a further right
To acceptance, and cares, we still define as a callous youth

Play? and see a marvel become the irony of earning us
In solitude we know no better, than to take the our, for offering
A shrewdness in the lend, and scatter for beckoning another thus
To a decidedly odd, but merciful clamor that has a soul to seek

Worth? and see a miracle know the spare to divine astuteness
Share and be, dare and lead, a willful eye to gall's redeemed
Time in its eternal march to wisdom and order in heed, that has a bless
To share, and keep intrinsic, a shadow of a changing thought for what we were, another's whim

Besides forward none
Alive in the able sight of love
Comparison is such a fastidious come
To seek a rational for guidance, we know does

But we know how to part
The language of symmetry in vice
The gift of a kiss, to seek the rued same, so alert
Where we have been, the suggestion of liberty to silence

Care for a step more?
Even wear the austere, as a badge of kind?
Here is sight so admired, the pence we gird and for
To look between the words of instinct, to give why

Shame, we have met you before
Stoic and driven, to the poise of consciences few
Worth the hand of contemplation, cope so we can assure
A legend of marvel's to be, a hardship in look's of soon

We are, at the last?
Honest query into a fate for due
The composure and silence we have...
Attributed to insolence, for a questioned who?

Many mouth's to feed...?
Substance and its hidden causes, to well...
Threshold's in faster eye's, we have come to lead?
Cold, embittered or surviving this taste of hell...?

Shame a knowing house had to leave...?
Still the times in adroit fashion, a word to concept's?
In the mar of verified justice, we have for needs?
Is a response to accusation so lingering, that we don't, relent?

One step more, and with sincerity?
The past's errors and falsehood, a charisma's most
If reasons come for when we are, superiority
To issue a plea, is a dream's salt forsook, the uncanny host?

Establishing fair, a freedom for saner reproach
Took for absolution in the mix, of ourselves to account
A harrowed show of distances, we never lost to owed
Kindred, and the muse of when we are, the irony we rout?

Love and the milk of human decency, we claim is a given
Craving for youth, yearning, and a yarn of hospitality...?
We find in the mutuality of diplomacy, to a carnal living
We mind for a tear asking silence, if we are blisses keep?

Proud Papa
In the throng of decisions vex
Smile little one, and have the awkward
Way we see the seldom, make love we expect

Hopefully yours...
Three of commotion, made a reaching star
Terms of privilege, the shape of furthering love's adore
When a decency's same, smiles, to know why you are...

Two of a salt, that has bespoken the truth?
Simple light's to a sojourning need, coming to a point
Of when harrowed seasons appear for your couth
Look hard and make the right choice, so we see the joy, included

Remember me one night, when the austere have cooled and supposed ire's to be freer
Memory served the cold behalf, threat of heed of keeping sovereignty's flame...
With but a chaste live in the sense we make, a seer
With one voice to still, the coming house of a name?

Portion, excellence, and resolve
With pouting lips and the common trace of beauty, left to agitate?
And the order of love, in the spare way we find hindrance, a given
Moment of history in the mend of sensitivity, where a babe has fretted...

Proud Papa, with a faster bag and happy tune to play...
The conscience of irony, that set you to such a risen right
Has been the culture of night, into day with a reasoned say
Where a lived same of kisses and hugs more, there is a wishes might...

Spill of aspire, into the night
Limits of causes here, to find you
In the strengths, with the irony of might
To question but a callous forte, is heroism due?

Throats of common joy, partaking in heed
The waters of indispose, never to be the imposition of ache
But the language of sides, long before **** is our need
The tale of recompense and its humanity, to live and sake

A new tooth of astute finds and nimble forms to advances
In the nigh's dark, now bright as a hosts smile
Completing the circle of decision, if not deliberate instances
Hello dignity, the towering hope of our silence, has now no denial...

But the question you put before it...
Is a friend happy to begin with us, or in the way of an oncoming just?
Letting the ***** take the floor, the coping and the sincerity involved
Is happy to show, a shame we aren't ever more than, the shoulders of must...

Details to avoid, in a stare...?
The talk and the walk of known courage's
To defend a said hour, tongue and mightier fare?
Simple with our nuance, and the strength we add...

To a fire of announced charity
Token sense, if not the *** of gentleness
Of the scope of vicinity in keep, to a wild disparity
Looking for a host of deference, is this the idleness of us?

Happy youth's, if not our soul let, couth?
We begin here, and is frequency of a torrid answer?
Our only way to yearn, the image of truth...
In a call to destiny's, we affront with the taste of verve

Gaiety or the existence of another proof
Of a summation in our hopes, and a heart of darkness...
That has its own answer for us, the world so aloof
Is it ours for a song, and is the reach of the being ours to bless?

So, a wily and cunning wind will ask, who won?
The terror of simplicity in a could for excellency...
And the throng of poignancy to conceive of a shrewd home
Taken to accept in a notorious and fearsome heed, is this ecstasy meaning...

Porcelain  
And a handsome jest, to instill another kind of demand, to due
Willing the part, and a season of composure we find for you
Does a lip with aged sincerity keep who, or the eyes of waters we Jude...?

Nature with cream on its lip
Senses to grab a half of need, for whole
Luck and delves of significance, to live of hip
Seldom have we seen the great, become a human role

Boom!
Did that bomb, marry in the perhaps
With a ruling guidance in same, the doom
Of war like threats, to issue a new ask of curses haps

See the lower we go, and the ilk of courage
Meant to the stars, the comment
Of freedom in running houses, is no child of rage
We have the time, the current rhyme, to relent...

So, a worthier course to a moments ship
Has a choice to make, the talents of preventing
The irony of through and good silence, is a tiff
Of what is a marvel before the cant of us, a stoic lamenting...

Long time no see
Dancing into view, we are who
Have and a solitary save, with a voice for anarchy
Is remorse or persuasion a favorite, of the strength we show?

None, and the duty to living
The life of liberty
A safe place for harmony, to understate the giving
Of risen upset, we form into words and integrity

Despair seems to be...
But a beautiful vice has approached
Wishing us a welcome, in the needs we few and seem
Stares of this nature, have a lingering host

Ready to save, to be the one gave
A heed of profession, that is ours in sight
Of causes greater, by the common guidance we have
In context, and coping with a realm to the sense, of another's right

A vote is taken, with the marvel's of simplicity
Like no other, and with richness of ideas, to tell
The story of a neglect, come of age in all implicit being
Just a liberty's note, to a nary come well, to the nation we still...

Instinct in a row
To secure itself, a useful how
Names and edify, the tooth we save, now
With the baring of a sound idea, to allow

A drink of water...
A malleable smile, with the times to know...
A handshake with security for out, the fate we heir...
A climbing suspicion, to tell the tale, the world we owed...

A name with the sense to live
And let live, the grace be a common done
And duty observed, the opus to give
Where hope is a share in the unity we have begun

By the way, and with merit's song to approve
Time is a shrewd show of when the turn of contrary ide
Is a whole defense of what a candor can be, a host to lose...
Is a jaded heed the only friend, we have, the order and presence of snide?

Sour guarantee's, the soul of misery
Avid to ones self, the truth in an about crisis, with which we adore
The still thriving anecdote, of charity in a clashes poise, even history...
Is a fool for the shame of itself, when patience has seen the war...

Semblance playing
Worlds away from norm's we recollected
Shall we take the time, in saying
The toil of freedom, and the mercy we admit?

Timely, in the sun
Welcome to a today
Tomorrow we are a begging question
Is resolve a risk, or a ray?

Simply, asking the moon
If a reason of psyche, is ours...
Or the insistence of quality, come too soon?
Living with a beam of proof, as if power...

Now and then, again with silent amends?
Total's of reserve, just in the nick of time?
Letting a smile be, the season of when...
We are the door to find, a host of trying

Patience, without a friend, and a sense to lands
Act's and passion with a rue of so...
Is a halting world, in a future we answered, with challenges?
Of an awakening fate, we kept in hand as if owed?

Truth, is my only shield, my teetering on the edge...
Of our shame? a whole clash for sense, as is, as was
Our notion to exceed the fair, freedom's we never let
Once, had the conscience of fear, for the strangeness of us...

Now
And the times to remember me, in a lover's gaze?
Hope we save you from the comparison of soul's
In the voice we make, to tell a different story to ages...

Rage in a harmonious patience
Looking now, with a sound effort, tenacity
Rolling in the aisles, the voice in the reaches
Success is a notion, fate is a nuance; nativity?

Devotion to dwell tight and true, to the truth
Spoken mercies or their vestige in appalling
A found decision, to collect the better of hope, who'th
Is a waiting dream, with cares in a sates calling...

Romance is a fastidious curiosity, the tension of wishes
Made, and when paces suggest themselves, a hap said
Than a craft of witness, insight to misses, of needs fishes?
Let with franker those, to imagine the gifts of proposal lead?

There, token energies of a movie meant...
By the tales and terror of room for patience
That has a calling to when, a presence of moments, lent
The rosy future of deliberation, a wholeness of what, was ages

Agents of find, faring the force
Of a claimed unity, courteous enough to live well
And in human facts and figures, the tale of what went worse
A hatred for misogynistic none, when a passion has seen it all, or sometimes with shyness's bell...

Spoken tests
Of virtue in the neglect
We made what is your surviving smile, of lests
A query of the conditions, of what tomorrow reflects...

Minor adjustment
To a thrilling gift, today is a worthy sort...
Many and all or any and few, to ask a relent
Is history a reach for better now's, than a day on its course?

Major question
In a bell, we see the forest for the trees...
Rung proud, to let hope save a charity for life's oppress
We have found the welcome of strangers, to be like cunning bees

Moment's superiority
And the hour of onus we took for granted, the truth
Is awake, is becoming sake, and known to smile if naked
Singing its praises, in certain language, is hatred youth?

Done like your smile, was our first tongue, to understand misery?
Happening with demand, depend is a reign we designate sick
But letting doles be souls, can a dramatic entrance be a relative history?
Be the better of destiny, fated with an orchestrations fire, lick for lick

The stare of compromises, the faring of life as it wizens...
Stirred with the causes and effect, that made time a sincerity
Grander with a ray of sunshine, but greater as a glares decision
Can a whole might, of what is a bared appeal, be the voice you make for integrity?

Shampoo recipe:
With the doll in reserve
When airs become anarchy...
Wild hills, is the honor ours?

Flowers that suggest...
A whole day away, from the family
Serious enough, with bubbles to support
Is a running jest, to dodge the uncanny?

Silverware
With polished ideas, flees
The role of a lifetime, the vague marriage
Has a course in first, a platonic me's...

Polite culture, with a bite
What evil of the world, has a pet snake?
Realize a friend, or secure a light...
Is a lover a fool, if a meal is to make?

Rats, cobwebs, and things...
Justice for a pride, that has the moment
Without a passion, in the tidings
Even a faithful poison, has more to relent...

Theory in a remark
Scented with the oils of the land
Sweeter harboring, and joy to defend an ark
Of whispers and integrity seen, as a doll to hands

Many eyes to confirm...
The tow of simplicity in a wishes run
To silence and back, the promise we earn
Kindred of a fancy and the cares of seasons that come

My dolly is a reason to dance
The done and the order of some, to rally a poise
On the cheek of also, and its smiles reliance
Will become a seem and a heroic demand, for my choices

Your dolly is a question to God
Necessity with a coping air, the told and the risks of virtue
Is the presence of the lime light we foretold, by limit or nod
In a creation of vice, so profound a lip, that it doesn't do?

Our dolly is an angel, with time on their hands
A quiet jest to tell the future, in a callous way, our conscience
Is in the hands of a climate to love, a requited land
That kept our liberty's help, like the thought of a day to come to an end?

Who won the race?
Long time no see and the count of hope at the winner's circle
A gift of unity to quench a personality's thirst, or the good idea of friends to last
Has a special time been, the church of need forth sense in heed, a friend even will?

Taint a seldom?
Ain't a question?
Interim a wisdom?
Not a blessing?

Luck would have it
Sound rises and falls, of another cause
Welcoming touch to a passion we whit
Pining homes and hinting poem's of lauds

Of a rainbow with no particular place to go...
Can you see, the smile of me?
Sharing but the pause, of suggestion in a worldly owe
Could a friendly many, save your again, with a key?

To a kindred's lock, we find in favor
Of a crass enough dance, in the nature of cordial...
Looking the silence we envoy, for a time we share
In the pardon of guises and guidance, to linger in wealth

Why the mystery?
*** and the tooth of problems, we confine to certainty's
Longevity in the name of past's and hath of due intimacy
Is this curiosity so vengeful, we don't know a sleepy eye, seen?

Cute
And a heroism of journeyed voice, versus the condition we fathom
As a righting step forward, in the needs of other's, when all is who
Is the moment, and who is a mercy with it to prove, a days loan?

Courtesy
Asking the held belief of shall to wish away the meager lip
Of a requited oddity, the sense of a shape of patience to lend, order
A presence of mind, that has purpose in a call to allure, to finish...

Political asks
And dismays of need
Candid miracles, candid masks
Kindred in the forsooth, the south of form to heed

Races and vertigo, in a fathomed row
Set to edge, and the phantom of kings
A salted fate, remembered by any but those
To look before leaping, a hill of sin's winds

Where has a pining health been, the ides of coffee?
And its tenderest memory, the love in a hello
That when heard, is baring a blind chance, to reason
I am the tow of a mighty tree, the leaf in love with a sunny hope

Death remembers your name, before you do...
Death realizes the kiss of avarice, for a singing hell to wish...
Death knows where to give a gift, and where to lose liberty, all too soon...
Death keeps a beauty at arms reach, until you are but a pretty itch...

Death is sitting next to you
A taste of promises in the eye of your enemy, where tears save rooms
From the totality of prayer, to keep you from the place of sublime due
Where a salient nod to itself, is ten more death's coming to doom

A mightier ask:
Is a relationship with you in front of a mirror?
Sit sense to a lip both sideways and long in facts
Your mind is mine, when a resolve for silence, is to near...

Promised lands
Had in the hands of temperance?
Show me a soul, to survive the price, of also ran...
And I will show you, a courage to make the lifetime of a chance

Patience for a summation known
None and absolutely the bared
Brief as a hindrance in gray, can be and to own
Mighty is as a silence many, when presence comes to fair

Tokens of redemption
We fate with a savior, or his jaundiced kiss
Look a wish in the eye, and keep me at arm's length
To worth we understate, a host of another wish...

Predilection
Avid and musing in the shadow of thus
To never squander, but giving squalor a reason's protection
Till we see the smile of the sun, sake a risen miracle for us

Share with thee, the nature of kingdom come...
Turning to chaste, the ilk of resumption and its seasons fancy
Works of dismay to clash, we have seen the callous wink, of home
Become a relationship with misery to due, the whole of remnants, see...

Long teeth and truth's of night
Simple news in a solemn hand, to remember you
Tact and its lesson, saved as we are from a curses right
Is your justice in mind, or is jude a survivor of anger and its glue?

Speed and a demon
Went south for the winter, angel's be ******
Accuracy to foretell the coming of a new season
Method to lure a callous liberty to embrace fascination's lam?

Spires we knew, with a coltish goal, succinct...
Was a herald to prove, the embarrassment of couth?
Shaping the distinction of the future, we think...
For a question lingering in the wind, which has a bite to its youth

Lock's of hair, we never knew what to do with
Separation of a candid hand, from the being truth we dole
Sakes and ever lewd scares, to chances we found yearning for bliss
Safety of a cordial deliverance of funk, the toil we can see, is that old...

Shame for a witchy care, and the finicky play, of another angel's card?
Ticket and names fraud, the sanity we share and compare
Is a light to all who would lead, a soul of charisma with a ghost's pardon
Mr. Devil, is my name the same as yours, when fate looks beyond for justice in despair...

Days later, know water for a cancelled book...?
Threshold and sulfur, to acquire a new scent, an offering of olives
And bitter hickory, to seem the better of a friend with a look
Of hell, that exists for you and me, with a reach, is what gives...

War, and the flowers we *****...
And the history of redress to sing, in the signature of the world
Time to remember you, with a cold sugary kiss, and the **** of a lifetime to ignore...?
Sing us a river? up the creep with a pat? order me to the boat captain, early...

Pies and egg nog
Sitting in the fridge
Shapes at the window, what is a frog?
In a blender when a zebra has seen our cursing's religion?

Christ to remember...
The talking and the stone sore, Micheal?
Still thrown to old, the irony of sense in love, verve?
Distant doors of minds, as if the curiosity of a father will...

Time in the name of curious friends...
Sat in the living room, the trophy of discussion?
Told to be, and serve the notion, we made amends?
And the soul of avarice, that is ready in the kitchen?

Brat
Soldiers of fortune and the coming hope...
Seldom to ask, is a world to compare that?
Worth war is a labor to the first, time we mention cope...

Songs on the radio, savagery in a privacy's bottle
Waiting for you, when bells and whistles, make eyes
Long tastes in avid season's and Daniel from the bible, silly
The choice of a babyishness, with a reaching day, that has guided:

Here's the church, and adages law revering a sown
Sentiment in a row, the clash of forces, jewelry?
Here's the people, with a remorse, to show a poem?
Aspiration, and the truth in a cold stare, to devilry...

Here's the heaven, hindrance and given time
So jealous a wish, drifting to moments of youth...
Here's the iconic phone, with every fear in a row, sent with spite
To a window with no name, except the one I gave, Ruth

Set in high regards
So called, lips of love...
Why is a kiss so certain?
When a door to itself, has said the bests of us?

But wouldn't one succeed, another?
When social awareness, has sent the kind
To liberty, a chaste that has asked in no certain language, the doting other
Of simplicity that has called all of life's season, a curious mind?

And epiphany...
Taken to wishes we rarely understand
Except in the eyes of another, offering any
And all of a remembered stead, the comparison of friends

Rats in a maze...
Forced to relinquish a shrewd fact, or fate
To but allow a question of decency, for a spare eye pays?
When the callous image of yore, is for those that say, it

Quite a door, wasn't it?
Space regaled for a some and its content, cope
Is a quiet wisdom to verify, the taste of moments to regard, whit?
That has come of age, with the face of undue share of what was, modesty for love

Day of teases
Simple news I repent
Portion I will know, the play of youth, eases
With the calm, the claim of so much meant

Done
And forever one
The very bile of seek, come...
To these, for a smile I owed and won

The party
Of five, the calling to handsome shall
An ode, to what we have smartly
And the copings airs of decisions, I watched fall

From honors height, the tale to finish
And muster a new catch of days, meaning
A host of all, to refresh a smile that did lend a wish:
Since waiting is such a crucial live, why not a kiss even seeming?

More to else
Favors of the sun
Whether requited, or earthen bell
Has a taste for cunning...

Whether...
Anarchy in almost hold
Whole, in fates either
Comes for quiet times, a river of gold

God painted the sky
In its name
Rarity, futures or boldness high
On a revelations courage, a breath same?

See my needs, lead
By a callous soul, with memory
Served ahead, a soul fed
By all's redemption, a finality letting

Live longer than me...
Suffice and perception
Compared for a lover's means, a kiss
Of how is everything, when nothing is your intuition

Tale to tell
To a frightened bird one day
Salt and guidance to a fire make comfortable
But the cold of silence in the tree's, of disdain or dismay?

Ought on unity's chin?
The talk and the seclusion we expose to unique...
Airs and driven knowledge, the count of wins
And the spurning of hope, as a friends gift to a table, a clique?

Of sincerity to consider gone, with a might so done
The ruse of vice, is in the bespoken hands of courage
To continue with a reach, we sate and realm with sanity, home
Is a catching health, to couth; a misery ours for a wagon's wage?

Beckoning hellishness?
Time to well upon the naivete or needs of a stone, the breadth of shadow
And its becoming inspiration, the cold corners of ambiguity, bastion and death?
Are for any of a mix, that has the same in mores, we predilect and owe...

Common practice, if not method in a dread triangle...?
So sweet, so enamored, so entangled with a coping house
That has seen the future of the truth, the tale to tell...
A handshake of call and cooperation, that knows life is thou...

I heard, your fall
From grace is a closing door
Stark and sharing a meager thought, to show kind and all
Simple and sweet, even still, the irony I sought is courage

You invited me in
You showed me around
Space and a unity to tarry with the likes of when
The role of decency is a life on toward

Clashes with the instinct of gaiety
Salt and dismay, the future of guidance in heed
The sorts of thing one expects is a show of spontaneity
Has become a shared interim of choice, well took for lead

This house has a special garden
Now waiting on the aspire of another day
To chaste, the kindred of youth, and the age-old inspire to lend
Of a chancing couth, with a response for each might we may

A garden where patience's magic happens, and moments drift to lend
A beautiful care, a resolves air and the many eyes of when fair
Is a choice of call to the rise and fall, of what is a soul's amend?
Long in the soon, and be addled with you, the temptation of love has my stare

Politer than you
Asking the been and bitter
To wish in open argument, a claim of due
Is a recent pace of better need, than a call to utter

Utter a finish to the time of treasured sight
Of a friend first, still chaste, but knowing wine
With a response to integrity, and the future we might
A resolve for terror, that took and mused of harmony inclined

A scare of tin and thought diamonds
True to a tilling day, will see ourselves, jealous and weary
Of a new vanity in the mercy's we made, for a callous hinds
A stoic reply I meant, and defend to its driven mind, a sharing...

House with a duress in hand and with a careful eye to excuse
Came with a potency that is our finding hope, the hello of knots
That come and go, with a realm to its touch, if not hatred to lose
A hair of simplicity for a better last, the tone of a voice hidden to ought

Shrewd acts and dependent facts, in the lime
Sports of comment and dispose, in the name of worthier few
Forces of compromise with a shallower tongue, than a thought for time
The waters we see, are but a fearing nod to sensation with one more due

Allow me a promise, and I will commit distance to memory
Mind the heat of when, the stir of vice will become an arm of patience
**** the miracle or presence of more, and the guile I show for entice
Will become the temptation of another body, of what is our care, for ages

Terror, found with a passion in the rhyme of a sated means, while
The order of conscience and its heed, burns
With all and most, to serve the ideal of control and love, still the style
Of a friends voice, is the praise of essence, a world on the verge of what earns?

Tooth to tooth
Set in ways we will never understand
Paces of pride, that collect a heat for who'th
Is to be king of the hill, when we encourage the land...

Pining oddity's, and a friend named ecstasy
The waiting rise of fortune is ours forever...
Even until, even unless all of a cause has an identity
We come home to, the aim and the look of a destiny's lover...

Born to cares and copes of seldom seen mortality?
Saving the hope of anger with a grasp of infidel's?
Taking the time to wish in open airs, I am that I civility?
Kisses of instinct in austere fashion, ready to live well?

And no name provided, a cold shared in the glamor of since
No cloth of recognition, that is the speck of dust that did us in
Enter the voice of composure, that has the calm of avarice to binge
And a summary address, of society that comes and goes with allure winning

Feel, well, used?
Join the club, and answer the riddle of a lifetime
When jealousy makes a home for you, is justice to be abused?
Look hard and pardon a callous need, with sincerity, the words you seek are a crime...

Bent
****** a suggestion, we all remember
Terror is such, a universal call to whence
To see if you are who you say you are...

Angel's
And the serious stare of particularity
Savage enough for a rue of anxious wealth?
In these siring doors and amorphous rarity...

Hell
So sweet to a reaching friendship, is once if to be?
A secret, but is our finished repose, the austerity we find fell?
And will a charity of courage's woe, have the sense to anarchy?

Heaven
Silence realizes the world for us, beauty to claim?
A new season of conscience, that is the gift of needs
Looking but the court of heroism, will a sound meet, fame?

Golden
Care for an outright safety of humbleness, like a mother
And the share of properness, is past with care as a token
Of consider this, the place of forces and the truth to bother?

Gaits
So sour, the notion to deliver the resources of courtesy
Except; to remind a home of deliberate couth, we are many
And the crowd of won, is on our way to becoming fears irony

Siblings
Pain in each, an echo of what was a remorse on the move?
Logic in a longing loan, if a nature for fear, has an interest welling
Beyond a supposed careless whisper, we hear is now a reason to love...

Burden in clashes, of simplicity
Suggest to an envy, the talk of youth
To awaken from a tight slumber, the roof of tenacity
With a city to share the bed, with roses and the emergent couth...

We're...
A hair in the eye, with a solemn trust to escape
Passion in a firey embrace, the gifts of unity assure
A looking hour, to see the better of mirrors, that we hate

Perhaps **** and its aftermath should
A whole comb of duty, to clarify the known run
Courage to develop a taste for each other, when milk has a liberty in could
Love in a total of vanity for fate, only worsened by ice and its come

Babel
Told to sit down, for anecdote and town
In the heed of a new care, character to finish it's tea, with manifests oil?
And the contrary news of the past, a future with our dances, to own...

Turn of the century
Into a legend before the scope
Of redundancy and its mine, a handsome query
We make for the times are a changing known:

Life is my first party
Simple and sound to an idea of friends
Keep the salt, at a smile once many, and now arty
Shame you can get rid of, like a mere makes amends

Sitting by the table, and waiting over a beer
Friends come and go, like a tooth of resolve
Time in its elastic earn, reasons we found dear
To a paunchy lip, and their noble intent for all

A friend sits down by me, a careful glance
"Is mine and yours a rhythm to tell"
"A different story than doubt, and the average of instance"
Thinking a bit, the beer talks to me, in a courage's riddle

If everything is so good and bright, by todays standards
Will a life see the better of a tear or the terror of love to call
Only the did and the done can tell, it thinks, irony's order's...
Finished with the beer, I stake my claim on mercy and might for all

"A legend it is, we know can be, the voice of gesture and the just"
"Look well for me, at the stir of omni patience, it was a hair of a chance"
"Like a rising mind to think and save, a friend from the inclination of dread, thus"
"I see a choice in the mist, like a change of God's given season's"

Till asked again...
Penny in defense, of a new friend
Worth your sideways look, again
The truth is ours for a rainbow to lend...

Penny buying an excuse
Excused behavior, tows of weight
Made for you and me, who is to lose?
The marvel's we sell to each other, sate?

Prevailing hour's
With a catch of light, on all's simplicity
Tradition has a hosting lip, somehow dour
Sense from a hand held, is asking, impunity?

Time taken, trying the till
When all else fail's, the spoken word
Of a fate we redoubt, is any more sated than a little
More care, than a light that foiled, the ours of lurid...

Patience with an ego, the size of the world
Presence in a held belief, mere's and bother
Bother and scope, to never's friendship thanking you, early
Birds get the worm? when you have seen a brother...

Weakly, an ash
Sour, timid, or restitute
All of a truth, is what we desire for past?
Passed by a clash, of rhymes of youth...

We pace a path
With muddy feet...
Then and there, along and hath
A callous child, has chosen a keep...?

Of silence on the way
Honor to a vice, Noah's tickle...
Sits in the light, requited by may
I saw a careful deed, of kind come fickle

Sweeter character
And the silence broken
With stern voices to serve
A liberty for all's crassness; hoping...

A home has a final say...
Where to place, play and vengeances ploy
Curiosity for pity, in the name
Can children save themselves, from a salt in the eye, coy?

Tamed by the sight?
Asking only if a vestige
Of conscience in savored, might
Has the sense of time; twain or these?

Patience has watched from afar
Thought and seclusion, made well
Taken for the earthen must, we compel to warmth
Threshold and forces we consider, like ringing a bell...

Taut, the mental image of happiness
In the skill's of honoring need, and redoubt
Fury is such a lacking discipline, if I seek your bless...
Truth in its is and does, a witness act upon now?

How in the let, baring all...
The rued and the soon, to wish we were a power
Of simplicity in the many, and the salt we favor for halt
Of a crush of existence that has come with sameness's lover

Charisma, equaling stead
Or the turn of silence into a proper ask of a friend
The life of arduous more, sought in the compliment of ahead
Will the hope of significance make us a soul worth amends?

Portion
And the decency to know
A finish of compromise's risen devotion
Will a happy kind, save our all, for the deed's we owe?

Paces we dote
Might marvel
Might vote
For out our tears to quell

Reasons of sincerity
In looking glass speed
Broken hearts are a virginity
Made to go, made to heed

Salt, we found twain
A heaven to keep
Round eyes of pain
But a stare, with moments to leap

To these, a step is...
Many and might we don't
The needs of other voices, as if
A herald of wisdom, is when wont...

Care, for but a day
Silence sifted, given poise
Account us, the throe of light to say
Where sated forces dwindle, there is a choice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Actual and paced with facts
Merely an odd being, the toil we sake
And make dear, the nigh of suspicious acts
And the marvel of suggestion, come for the more we never fake

Creed seems to be our lifeblood
Tenuous and true, to a legend in its fit
And finish of guidance, of a salt of yet would
The tradition of simplicity in norms, known for lip?

Sulk and chew, chaste and fellowship
To survive the coming need, of clandestine, a merit
In the wholes and exception of old, to serve a whit
That has come to these, the decidedly many and meant

Prices of privilege, and the prowess of decorum
Patience and knowing neglect for the spare and idealistic
Promises that complete the circle of judgment, that has come
Per you and me, to keep a final show, of what was a soul's relent

Polly wally doodle all day, the persuasion of a duty to form
Polly anna, the charisma of decent moments, to tell a world behalf
Polly wants a *******, the truer of merely a finger, on the dread of course
Apocalypse's, the side of commit that has seen even the bilk of sentiment, laugh

Life if a noteworthy...
Salt and pepper, the stuff of...
Peculiar tows and miracles, to held curtness...
Fascination to develop for, and a callous enough...

Today we have might, sincere
Thought and home, need's and atone
Left to wishes we came with, a following mere...
Which asks, "Is a past's health, in the eye's of home?"

New pet day, kitty's and puppy's?
Aloof tendency of a rued hope...
Willing to say hi, like the more we see ask and many
Time will save us a didn't and courage to belet could?

Prowess found one day, under time welling
Hap and sameness in lore, with a realm of compliance
That issues a challenge, is a heart in the stand, or fame of angel's?
We include in the might and moment's until a friend has their time for actual silence?

Don't be stupid, it want's to play...
Thrill's and overt time in hilarious spill's, of fortune
Made to harbor a new hunt of worth, the ask of any and may
All is our freedom, with patience for a kinder charity come soon?

Places of demonstration, and the wish of possibility
Earned by the acumen of decency, we remember is an impression
Of able and fairing cope, that has the future of a instancy...
To welcome a home to presence's mind, as if care is a lesson?

Mighty insight, to a rallying honor
Time and the silence of reproof, is a promise to wholeness
We can make sense, albeit lore to simplify, the voice of somber
Means in our midst, known to collect one, to a livid guess...

Many hour's go by, and the times are a feeling's season
Like love to work in the name of peace, pace and presumption
Does life begin with a monster, or the milk of human decency?
Keep a fresh eye on the truth, will secret's beg to differ, about a yearning intuition?

Life knows your plan, but love does not...
Tender reason's to excite a knowledge, have worth in mind for you
Portrayal to issue a purpose, have the patience of what is, good judgment...
Of a simple day with simplicity to stare, is this an acceptance we know, can be friends with you?