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

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

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

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

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

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

Throne
Decision's in a comparing hand
Committed, where saving is a home
Taken for liberty's example, if a land...

Presence of mind, actual live before lesson's
Of common sense, arrogancy and construal
Benign, the stoic versus of the stead of question's
That redoubt even the spare, tongue and hand rued...

Focus on a silence, of stirring hope's
In course and force, if a people's mind
Terror first, humanity lasting, the times of whether cope
Is our gift or reward, the muse of completeness, and kind?

Patience served, and it's host of causes...
With a realm to its sharing grace, that made might
We deem and sake with a tribute to honor's laud
Here is strength, here is amends, here is right...

Waiting but one step more
The talk of unity to collect, a harmony in finished haste
When out to self and the skip of decision among our lore
With but the conscience's sight we direct to you, is our silence fate?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Find me
In a circle, with thee
Time is a vessel to look and lead
The truth to vested means...

Come together, say the use
In cool glances and apparent myth
The common eye, sore from abuse
To each and them, the other idea of bliss...

Races and voices, to teach you a care
Is all and mighty, until a lover has seen
The callous shadow of unity, and its marriage
Like the weary sides of silence we made to ask, kings

Let me
Have your sincerity for a song
The taller the day, the shorter the heed
Of worth in liberty, that has me for haunts

A fight with the wind, named joy
Just and capable, the source of interim...
To see a house of vanity's resolve, with which almost and coy...
Today are the eyes of the nowhere man, with a certain requiem:

Tears of compromises and its station, vice
Found in the voice of another, sunny day to remember
With a goal in sore trust, the taste in wishes that hide
And given a choice to kind come or tomorrows hill, will we find misery or more?

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

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

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

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