Panic in door's
Of wished for all, night's
Of worth and moment's energy, to us and forth
The calming vicinity, who's got the right?

Weal, and the tooth of common each
To know a bidden house, with a realm to it's form
Have a happy day, one will say with reach
While another, take the time to say hello, in every sort's

But the encouragement of hindrance begs to differ...
Door, door and envy at war
Will we save the rose garden first, or the garage other?
When we see the world have it's way, with a timely are

Beckoning the truth back, the home of dissonance
Will keep a risen portrayal with a burden in fair
The energy it took, to know the life of a surly trance
Is the aspire of a clock, that has seen the might air

Have we?
No one seems to know, except home
Where one stir of simple host's, is worth its weight in being
Such a tough act to follow, especially when push comes to shove

Lip's of duty
Tribulation and service to an ideal?
Threshold of similarity to wishes, lucrid
Enough to mention, the wealth of a judgment to seek health

Spare sincerity, for the talk and commotion
Rued to silent measure, we save the callous virtue...
Vows and perceived how's, that include the mercy's we hold, devotion?
Of a knowing calm, as if surmiseal is a needy who...

Remember me, the tenant of similarity?
So founded, so accrued, so sophisticated?
In the name of better lore, and the **** of implicity...
I've acquired the tone of voice, that names the world, abated

Examples of justice in the middle of the Christ...?
Sour to a meeting hope, that houses a brazen kiss?
With hours and the piety of deem, we sake a vice?
Of heir's dreams in the shall of order, is...?

A friend with may, in his or her, history?
Tell me another, kindred's...
Worth, the nature of privilege in the instinct's we, affirm
Is a relationship with rhyme and reason, considered ahead...

Play and see the modesty of a regular issue of wholeness
Decency and the image of response, to an invitation if love
With a realm to ask, the uncertainty of a risen martyr, with which we knew...
A hair of a chance, I will know is, a sister's covenant...

Can, or a hosted house with it to prove?
All if alienation or the smile of resolve, we dote is dour?
Livid doles, with a right of adding sigh's and couth, to discuss?
Aspect a charity's cloud, and you have seen a real enough time, worthy?

Party in the shadows
Ending with aplomb, tomorrow we sing again
The praises of a courage, and what has
A salty face for the rest, and the blessing of when

Compare me to a star, a lover will ask
Time and offering honor, to you
Is a wish so soundly made, in the words we lack?
To seldom seen, or requited win, of consensus we are due

Also at the party, was a survivor
Of meant calamity, and the since of hope
We see you have a better day, than the rise of misery, in any form
Time will show a heart come, with the passion of sensitivity aloof

Charisma was the first to ask, "In a dry and held joke"
"Would you like to say, the coming and going of a house"
"That took the edge's off a guarantee, like a burden that looked"
"Before all, the sound of our merriment, and better halves of choice"

The survivor looked and asked:
"What is the joke?"
Charisma intoned, "Nobody's going to slap you on the face for staring"
Smiling, the survivor asked somebody to dance...

Kiss of a king
On the decisive plane
Worth, once and meandering
Freedom in future hands, we hadn't in aim?

Space for tendered kind, where is, where want
Is a pleasance with the rational, too devoid...
Of our observation, the lucre we mete, we haunt?
With shrewdness to ask, is all of terror your choice?

Of a remorse living in the land
Still and vantage willing, proud to venture forth
Seasons of it, pittance or pristine, the consumption
Of seasons of might, we tell the tale of vice, and its source

Many miles away, the problems of a sovereignty
Share with us, the toil of every man, truth...
Is our hope and honor, to sake a world by a surprising lead?
To what was, a stare with complexity, to envision it's youth...

Sound like a stoic party?
It and even more so, if a cloth of substitution
Hail, and starkness able, are we to see the commotion we leave
As an indelible mark of heed, the silence of intimation...

Would? (if not share the paces and names of portent)
Shall we envoy a redoubt, the times to entail an orthodoxy come?
She and the mores in a he's strive, for whom we seem the call to when?
The risen are a friend, the halt and heroism of when eyes become lover's...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ably, a convenient door
Caution, I would esteem's vain
Let with poorer light, a certain valor
Has taken me, for a fate that prayed...

Sweet order
To a life, so lived
So sent to wishes, foreign?
In the name of love, given

But persuasion remains
Sour reasons, with a tongue
Let in certain light anew, the stains
Of lucre's rhetoric, has a voice that won

Hatred, for a kiss
Somehow profound
Somehow blood, is our only wish?
Breaking a promise, sympathy allowed

A welcome turn of chaste
Into a fate of simple regrets
Made well, and in need, haste
That stole life's reasons, where we never met...?

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

Doubt
Reasoned with your, friend...
Excuses to win a wish from your pout
Hasn't seen your ghost, until eyes lend

Marvels of home
Meticulous in an innocent stare...
I see a wishes grasp, a mindful love
Choose you, for a question in care

For a decency, with a parable's truth
Sense, sanity and seasons
Of frank and curious, beginnings of youth
When decision is one, will want have its reasons?

Simply breaths to bode, callously?
Share a misogyny, the vastness of us
Come from nowhere, somewhere to ease?
The shadow of compliment, we save because...?

Now, is in your hands, myself
Through and due, the times are a needy
Friendship, to live long, in a sight's wealth
Somehow given prowess, a lifetime to keep

Redoubt
Still, the hunger of emancipation...
With voice; even couth, even now
The eyes of life, in all intimation...

Panic we never saw?
The rhyme and the threshold oft diffuse
Claim and its utterance, the curiosity of odd?
The remnancy of a cold shine, in the strength's mar, coming soon

For a telephone about to ring...
Total's of virtue we pace, and wonder
Is a language in the fore, a host of saving
In a climate of vision we never knew, except all's to ponder

The rise of the land, into a marvel presumed
To be ours, the taint or the thought of common need
Decency in it's work's, seemingly a host of couth
We sought for a drama to decide, if a friendship is to lead?

Many more, simplicity's than order...
Ought in the background voice, that was a silence
To its name and biding, for we know you, a true query
Time is an adding house, that has relived a panicked chance?

Why?
Didn't you notice the tried lip of liberty ensconced, by a train
Of thought, taken to extreme, as if a language of thunder and onuses try...
Passage of reason into the realm of vicinity's can't, to seem lamed...?

Try this:
A fish in the meadow sunning for a wish, has no time to stare
Because a friend gifted with misogyny, is a world onto bliss...
Not much of a joke, but the call to happiness would be yours, to be fair

Speed?
And a whole drink of water, in the few of the night?
Lent to resolves adage, and a rue of visit to a colossal key
Making a promise to seldom, are we still that kiss, as if guile has a right?

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?

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...

Proper to still
Waiting on a charity's help
When energy's point to an obvious silliness
Is a coward to claim, a secret's wealth?

Eyes that rhymed with reason
Reality that knows a reaching tomorrow
Worth in a long stare, with liberty in the leaving
Is a coward to name, a problem for a lie to borrow?

Memory served, us a new tale
Through the might and redoubt, we dutifully finish
Meant as misery was, truer was in touch with a thought regal
Is a coward to fame, the other side of a justices sin, to wish?

Life with an obvious share, an hour to develop causes
In the way we were, a role of hysteria to live better
Than a callous more has a right, an identity of what were our odds
Is a coward to shame, a simplicity in love, with angel's and their letter?

Can love be a coward?
Shall and done, together in hell at last?
Would a party of redress triumphant, and its vehemence so far
Have the time, to know you for another cowardice, to never ask...

Callous, the voice I was assumed
To be, the variety of homage
That comes to those deafened, by music looming
Upon a saved tread of promises, we found for rages

Of a coming hysteria in the names of reason...
Patience and redoubt, the canny tour of excellency
To be taken as if drive and despise, were a lucre to begin?
In the presence of laughter, the collapse of where, we mean?

Tickled fortune, insincere language, to rhyme with legends
Harping notion, to skip among the stillness, of remembering
The truth in an oily eye, we recall is ours, for liberty amends
The nature of recognition with a prayer, in its tones we linger

Amid the city, the total of another candid lip
To wander in the street's, the toil of all urges is a wind...?
To collect its honor in the silence, a warding we will know, it
Is but freshness of call, to a delineation of trust, in these we kin?

Honored by the distinction, if not the courtesy of must?
Somewhere the obvious, and the milk of human decency...
To a rusty flower, and the mark of ingenuity for a sight, become
The love we arrange for a salt, is not the imagination on brief...

Can a sensitive button, have the time of it's limelight?
Known with a cure for the quiet, are we the solitude of a sense?
Service to filial dream's and the decorum of waiting, was hearing might?
Looking upon the stones of decision's we have not made will ,not, become the voice of limit's?

Terror is such a cheap discipline...
The tale of curiosity toward a first and a last, of direction in the so called wind
But in the end, will portent seclude like the rage it is? the history of again
A rational of a keeping kiss … how could we?  lover's in silence, have it to mind...

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

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?

Positive affirmation
Time in a tinny voice
Working for a living, pessimism...?
And ourselves in harmony's mirror, with scant a choice?

Care or fear, the simplicity?
Of another...
Turns of virtue, into a tortured liberty
To witness all of a uniqueness, an open bother

Look for me when I get to the sun
Ask me a fool's question for love, if I detest yours
Let the better of me, if hope ever comes to worthiness begun
Laugh at yonder risk and season of vow, if whimsy is lurid

A fruit of conscience...
And the taste in healthy answer's we know can, a promise
Of visited cares, and the sort's of patience's, we few in presence
Made for a saner tomorrow, that has a leaving pittance with a vice

Is it me, or is a soul without it, a walking nightmare?
Vacuous, vague and lent vicinity to a reality in anarchy's voice
Can a day with measure for a drive of time, bare a flaring
Temper, the bastion of a world to seek another, implicity of choice?

Rainbowing guff
Which wasn't whether other wise
The ordeal of love
Was ours, a heart to despise?

Wagers appear
Salt for honey
Quiet for pepper
All out, for the money

Sat urges
Complete the stalking...
When misery has a word...
Isn't a stickler for how, wishes walking?

True...
We have the odor of anxiety
Made to order, made to due
The impossible, in order of tragedy...

Complex cousins
Ready to dance, obligation, into the light
When such, a saving grace, has seen the poison
Blind bell's on the route, to what fate might...

Look long
Look hardy
Look before your among
Look for the shown party's

Stares that credit you
With a real smile, the taste
In complexity is such a shrewd...
Particular to cold shoulders and trying chaste

Was a hair of distant trouble, the our of dire
Questions and answers...
That tell the truth, we are here to set charity's fire
To a livid and fair portion of what a purpose has secured...?

A bloom in the needs we few, and favor for a strength
Of decision to collect its courage's into a heaven's row
Tired or beaming with future energy, a toil at length
Was a setting miracle, the tooth or the aloof, just to love?

Putting all our peace's back into the couth we find...
Saving one out, to share a simpler today, with emotion
Time to a rational here and now, looking hard and quiet
Is a sensitive past or the own of ask to kind, your tone of volition?

Long looks
Hardy lucre
Among your bared life
Patience shown the form of love

Patiently we waited
Patiently we knew the times
Presumed have of heart and soul, fated
Presumed able, to know a new risk, in these ordinary minds

Pretty words, for the future to eat
Tones of voice we keep with a solace
So defined, by the rhythm and breath of our feat
Notion's nowhere seen, except in hard to reach places

But seldom saw us fall in love
Treasures known in a dreamy light
Cares and candid more, with a heart felt covenant
We will be the ones to save, the world from itself, by rights

Low to the work's we envoy
The rise of mention as a whole edge
Of simplicity, to discuss the word's we have come, to enjoy
With the marvel's of kindness in tow, we have it to pledge...

Another fruit of conscience
Saving the world from a belly of treatise?
Coming with a cold shoulder, that collected a times presence
We know the call of our best, blessing the courage in ages, vice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silly Richard
Walls that cry at graffiti
Doors to never never learned
And a puff of magic stuff, we...

Named iconoclast
Just to satisfy
Miserable notions of thorns in the looking glass
And a terrible howl, from the joke we took for misery

Dear dear, little Richard
What has the time when you yawn, but doesn't like it when you due
And knows the terrible truth to be a noisy tooth, you pardon?
Angel's and the mistake in your pants from here to...

Lions or lies, the tender trap we see
Is a memory of decency we found, for a lip
That has no bread for a day similar, and made to ***
Could this tear of mimicry, be a shadow of what is?

Playing with the matches one day
The devil came to ye, for an insight of cold shoulder's and intimation
Places we have known together, smell briefly like you may
We enchasten to smoke and doors, and paint and spit...

Mystique or antique, we know the briefness of a sad face
That has never had a friend with a belly to enthuse
Pipes dear Richard, are best wound around a finger like a taste
For misery in the open, and a smile that ruled the house, for lose...

And lose we did, the name of the wind that made you careless
But never did we seek the bolt of cloth that made you fear
A single baby finger looking for more, than a shame to bless?
Where are my slipper's and could shoulder's rhyme when we hear?

Jack and Jill
Went up a half, past
And have a pale reason, till
The cold is foreign, and hot is ,our, sass

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?

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

Rose redoubt
Rose few, in the hate we fed
Rose acts, when charisma is a pout
Rose timid, with a live for all ahead

Round eyes of decorum, vice in a wandering hope
Let to take, a tryst of potential...
Long if tooth, a wholesome day to arrive with our own
Here is my naivete, and a steads sulking breeze so beautiful...

When the world is rounder for a secret asking, to fulfil...
Promise me, a livid course, a golden truth
To the wanted more, when we are a soul of will
The tone of our voice, becomes the drama and decency of accepting youth?

Sophistication in a moment alone, with the weight of the world
Seemingly not, before the needs of others, worth is a means to amends...?
And the coltish example of the future, a repose of justness so early
That a miracle in the form of a wish, is a simplicity we lend?

Tales of the reach, the romance of curious senses
And the heart of essence, we know even will...
When boding hours are to be, the callous works of a world come to ends
With a handful of what miracles were, a common where to the liberty of silence, so real

Salt, is yours...
Now in courage
We see the decision's of power
In curious time, the world's joy to wage:

Contrary to provided ought
My nearer kind, is a legend
Many more ideas, misery's lot
Survives the creed of us, religion?

What is waiting for us...?
Same stir, same question
Answered by quite; lover we thus
Like promises found in the world's way, a voices blessing...

Conscience seems to begin here
With the day, we knew a hat
Still somehow the place of a sincerity to near
Fate copes; for those who know, what...

End's hatred with me...
Opus was a certain, hill of adding
Of a sharing, only a given cope, can give intimacy...
Believe me, the only problem here, was in the asking

Books on the table:
A stereotypical photographic ensemble, with it to take
A briefer sit of a chemistry lesson, the irony of yearnings fable
A stoic repartee, of a woman's decision to find a marriage made

Time never gives gifts unless it gets won...
Here to stay, with muses in character and the ink staid...
So sweet, the eyes of contemplation, the exaction of come
Is a hero to look before time, that defends a home with laid...

Flowers...
And destiny's foible, to take the choice of couth, to another
Silence in a chance meeting, with a friends sulking, suggestive powers
And shrewd custom, to accuse in every hinds wish, a simpler lover...

But the music in the house, is made to be savored
Shown the court of decency, does redemption find true
The fear of composure and the sides of anarchy we blessed and favored
With another love, to tell a story that some caught, for anger and accrue

Long time with another book on youth
Fresh from the cornered problems of bedrooms and allies
Where has calling the dark a driven name, been (with bared ideas and scared couth)
Is my finished alarm, so fantastic, that I don't know when liberty dies?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Know patience
With your flower, a halo of symmetry...
Right about silence, are we to understate rages?
Pennies, and silvery tongues in a jar, ready for liberty?

Strange almost, never absolute
Walking before us, the tows of remorse
Have the character, the clash of sincerity's doom?
Here is your waiting smile, you offer is a kinder force...

Lights in the city
Awful promises, that risk, everything
For your chance, with blind measures, the opus of wit
Has you by the hand, and I want a little more than anything

When, suspense, and anticipation?
Has had our sit, to collect a merciful none?
That has seen the world through, our eyes as kin
A brighter memory has come with us to a deviation

Pretty lady, are we to share a kiss on their behalf?
Doting on the sore and the sour, can't a simplicity save one more
Justice that is, when sordid is to be a question we instinctually laugh
Is a world-weary sneeze at the rhyme and reason, of justice's order?

Killing time on each other's nerves, asking the poor and their actual
Will we succumb to live and let's lucre; the walls of oblivion...?
Taste the flower I gave you, a shrewd sin in the morrow so if and factual
That time is following us, with another face and space for living...

The opinion of candy, the taste of powers of Christ?
Has a wayward share in a cloud, that escapes the moment with avarice
In a brand-new breeze, of what was somber news, a shadow of lies?
Is our need, a penny spent, and a tongue about sexes blessed, sight?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ask me when the tune is in order
Simple, mutual and narcissistically pronounced
Pouts we saved, become a rule of thumb
Voices to remember you, a host of inclination, found?

Intuition found your shoe...
Bared and staring at the name of infinite share
We collect a need to us, like the song we woo
The blessing of another muse, is only where...?

Places and faces of direction, an estimate
Of since, we are the clarity of espousal
Sight unseen, the question of vice, has come irate?
Is anger to term the naked, the future of valediction?

A band with hands on the other side
Of commencement, to wish in unseemly did
The character we approve, is but a decisive flight
Of fancy, that has the stone of heed, for a friend

Honor among thieves, or adage of a copping plea?
The tooth we sought, for a dalliance that has the tears
A bird of paradise, that calmly advances on the sake, seen
And heard, with a repose that ventures far, as you near...

Look, pal
The truth in a countering hand
Has a lip to prove, any old how
That should know the better, of a guilty and

Simple news, to the disenfranchised
Paces we can deal with, the lover's
Of summary not, knots in their life?
Lie's we can deal a blow to, once and forever

Look, pal
The lies in a contrivances hand
Hasn't a lip to prove, any new call...
To keep the better, of an innocent and

Complex news, to the dystrophy
Peace's deal with, hatred
Of sincerity's nothing, notches with a key...
Kindred we can't deal blows to, without anger lead

Liberty we assure
The coming part and host of commitment
To work in concert for a thought purer
By the senses we adopt, or adore as the spire of lament?

Prejudice and privilege...?
To take the back of your hand, for a fool it was
An honest means, to finished same, the tooth of rage
In intuition's mar, the consensus of love from dust

Tales from the creep
Visited with a portion in vague, the light of precisely
Then and heart's of cope, the logic you let, with
A hand in the scourge of time, that has become power's season?

Sought without treacle
Added forces, that knew me
Actual lip for a liberty to still
The oncoming voice of reality, which to live is anarchy

But sakes, with resolves ice?
Brazen futures of dismay
In the harkening ordeal of wonder's spice
Given the gift of today, is any and all may?

Ripeness of worth, on the behalf
Of simplicity, there always a reign
Of suppose and its final victory, sass
Ancient as a cloud of virtue can be, there is always pain...

Till we understate the dreams of another
The courtesy of a somber wish, with it to show...
Caught like timidity was a choice, of sincere bother
Letting love be the lucre of the day, a curiosity we owe...

Is a long-standing debt, to a wishes heart...
Which came first, the chastity or the ecstasy?
The doles of harmony, are saviors of shrewdness that art?
Space for lingering in the paces and shadows, of intimacy...

Is a lover's ghost for any who would, or am I the doting meant?
A chance of risen honor, that has the time...
Welcome me to youthful pasts, if not passion in the charm lent
A presence of mind, with a wish as the only way to a soul's kind?

Drinking with also's ghost?
Haven't to fuel, a conversation to live better, than a carnal know...
Of imagination and voiced seldom to favor, a wish that included a host
Of vice to fall in lots of sincere vanity, that was promised how, to a worthier world...

Simple
Easy does it
Break for now, only if will
Secrets in love, begin to wit

The rhythm of voices
Sated to defer, to the difference of occults
When enamored becomes romance, are we ready to seek choices?
Of clamor and sincerity, to direct a chance to what will...

Exception, in time
To wonder abroad, to a definitive course
Of stares worth the older, history is mine
With a song in our heart, is actuality ever worse?

Looking the misery of another, if not its mystery...
Was a facade of hereafter, the notion of decency?
Alive, and making the time of a wishes intimacy
Do I have one more smile? yes, yours for poignancy

Form here to eternity...
A wave of surmise, and sakes, if decency
With a rolling heed, and the calm we needed
With the hath of a naked moon, roses in history...

Look, and see...
Tomorrow on a painted lip, taken to a wishes heart
The threshold of ****, and show your mind me
Another whether about, or with however's reach we knew would start...

A timid race, sharing the panic
And the **** of agony, for the hurting touch
Of what once was a marvel, and now a season so tragic...?
Luminous atrophy in the hands of earning, for another youth, all too suicide for much...

Finalize and seldom, to rhapsodize again in endless opinion
The archaic horses of numbing freedoms, music in the heavens?
Worth once more, and the lauded harmony we win
The childhood of anger, we appreciate with pining's heathen...

Suppose for once:
Compassion's legend of lover's let in a leap, as if the industry of hope
Sacred sincerity taken to an intuition and yearning, of golden sorts, worth begun
Looking one more time, for a friend with a head for a daydream's call, and a nefarious joke...

Kings in wiser halves and starts, stops of indecency
Fateful so a final lip, soul's liberty in ably love, to finalize hunger?
Among the sky and the blame we make, for a salt to find all's history...
Welcome to the star, say we, that said good bye to a bitterness we know you have sung:

Pretty privilege, and the courage that knew you, so well...
The imagination we chose, with the terror of strength, in hours
Asking from heard to epitome, and the adding of common risks, like a bell
We see your cause is real, if not in a mentioned world, so lover's...

Had the time of their lives, if not a delicate balance with reason's shudder
Of a cold shoulder, a shrewd navel, and a legend of jewels
That have it to say, the count of cares, and the gifts of leaders
To a flame, of when a head full of seclusion is pulpable, without angst to spare the rule...

Catch a word in service
Secrets of vows, autonomy
Add seldom, for a world's meant gird
See the rainbow, in the sky, want need

Wasn't never...?
Solitude in the audacity
Of a sun's ray, a rancor
For a lived same, that said affinity?

Simple nativity
Honor and homage
With a kiss, stomached liberty
Has come and gone, with silences wages

Grown to the point
Poise is an outward favor
Lime, flowers, and the winds winding joy
Has the time, to understand a wishes flavor

Soap, with your name, on it
Hadding the excess, the language
Of superiority, is worth the wit?
Like lips of creation, heiring works of times entourage...

So, never...
Though a lover
Remember me, overt
The comely sun, as if loves danger

Is a rolling conscience
Time to hold, envy
Is greater by the stone, of presence
Agree, and the lips of decency, will sweeten

Marvel, austere
Taken glimmers of time
With told compassion, still
But fear, is a relationship so trying...

Through and due
Two of vice, saved from glares
We rename hysteria, a climate of you
That when asked, why is love stares...

Answers, the moment we were
Is so around, about and adored
By the very thought of how life is yours
And mine, the soul of when shame is the world...

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...

Lost, refound
Boding a sense of austerity...
That predicted a conscience, of how
The wait and waters, of possibility...

Finish me
My salt's worth, is a heroism to find
The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy?
That sees the seldom of assurance to mind...

Long and bared
The tooth of passion
Has been lost, somewhere
And a secret with my needs, has an intuition

Berate a friend for slowness...?
A tale of homage and vestige, to count
As another ideal live and let live, of kindness
Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round?

Curiosity, is at an all-time high?
Time with a haphazard sign of the times?
Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh?
Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines?

Until...
A silence is broken by the seizure of occults
Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill?
We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls

Pittances and pains, patience and poorness
Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow
Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess
A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?

Am I so?
Am I deaf to your wanderings?
Am I done with a forth, a problem to hold?
Am I come with your smile, to finish an idiot's thundering's?

Am I your lover?
Is and ain't, to ask a silly question
The tooth in the belly of the world
Press and see, if I can't learn another song of misery and blessing

Soul, and the defiance of a sulking fist, tomorrow
Is a realer lover, the talk of use and peradventure, to run
And run to nothing more, than a callous shine I borrow
When the call and curse of truer fate, is a wall to our life, only begun

Life with a resounding heat, in the eyes of an open bother
The lift and the still harking count, of who is a reason to find
A relationship with sour, and dare we trifle with a succumbing other
Peace in the stark and risen nature of you, the poise of a prettier time

Roses, we never...
Stations of man...
Seasons of women, lover...
The promise of cares to know elan...

The personality of curiosity
The passion of consciences need, me
Actual live and lets live, is patience's heed?
The voice of causes in love with the sea...

Prepare a friend for a choice, in silence
In a careful our, the times to share a challenge
That lowly, is a seldom seen force, that comes to ends
Like us, but in the portion of beauty, is a stone to many...

Finish your daydream with a salt...
Majority's and meager kind, waits with a palpable goal
Prevailing upon a coping house, we conceive of liberty's all
As a welfare of stigmata, like a child of quiet to fulfil strength's, of  old...

Archaic sensibility's, the role of service
To an ideal, adding wishes, of privilege to step forward
Thirst and communion of hunger, has become a beauty's sigh
With but a kindred to assume a whole chance, of a needy star?

Resolute, lovers remind, the sincerity of ambience
Is like the back of the land, a halo of voice to share, the new
And then, the silence of composure broken, with a stare to bless
The rosey attitude of health, that worships a pace of peace to come soon

Fed with liberty, and the tooth of summation
A body will know the lingering shadow of timidity
Shall, tows of waiting powers, the keep of intuition...
Is my fury at secrecy owed, or is my cause a saving identity?

Opus deity
Strong adage, the truth in paces
Where we know the course, faintly
Of pining heed, the turn of what worth faces...

Divine hearts
The tooth of advance, craft a day for silence
To ask an endearing question, with heat starts...
Do the times owe a blind eye, to me and the smile in the winds...?

Denial, vicinity?
And the coping our, often sides
Of empathy and reality
Have the voice of a callous wry?

Went well with the wishes you made
Thorough in affect, the haste of harmony
Race, my silent friend, is a show of said
Creation, and the vices we affirm, are purity...

Hoping we're...
But a clash with a similarity to senses
Of peace and proportion, the tale to defend for a lender
Of concern , the taken poise we admit, is coming to end...

Finality hell
Sight and sound, is a romance of kind, kings of touch
Known, the spare ides of reason, the worthier bell
Of taste is specialness; here is the tender soul of love...

Future I've
This and about, the stir of airing the more
When also is but a kiss, the timid means to live?
And let pasts of need, become the fate of what we were...

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...

Happier monday's
So set to tooth
On edge, to what affirmed cope, says
Is a looking day, made for sight to rue

Back, with vintage done
Separate cares, ancient to legend
Here is a wakeful sun
Ready to dote, I am that I am

Ends of discord, given the time
With wishes we take to issues
A particular few, in further beginnings, benign
Complacency to sit and finish, the laugh of us, you's

Curiosity in a clash, without
The names and numbers of contrary conscience
To take a few, to the realm of doubt
Known for clever heed, of a hope to wizening amends

Secrets and final due
Of a working life, to tell a unique tale
Of cause, condition and clue
Of a home between hands of unity; to tell...

Hint from a fire
Set in marvel's simplicity
To tell the tale of senses, we seek for ire
A total of essence with a risk, towards complacency

Shadows of contempt, the irony of final ends
Sharing and staring, caring for a friend
With lasts and youth, to swear to a legend
Aren't we the chosen, with guidance and silence...?

Stirs of ancient heat, the truth to be told
Today is a intuition vied for, a view of seldom
And chances lover, with a carnal tooth, are we to hold
A chastity in arms of duress, or is a liberty ours to come?

Taint a rhyme, but a reasons song?
Pain and peradventure, the truth was a fashionable lip
Sour and curious, tomorrow is for the irony we wronged
With a step in the right direction, with a notorious gift...

Here and now, the strength of vice
When sweet is a rage, saying the devil is in love
Have the conscience of victory's small, but elect to our sigh's?
When a hope has a creation to run, isn't their a clue to offer...

Set in a frequent circle
Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme
Welcomed yet, to a readied table
The truth of summation and kind

Lore accepts a foremost seat
Through the mix of light and paces
We see friends become the irony to meet
A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises

Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides
Until the cold shine of history has it to prove
Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied
Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due

Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board
Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire
Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword
Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher

Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings
Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further
Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting
Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there

Color, callous or obligated
Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity
Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated
The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy

Same sorts as yesterday...
Long talks, with a window that served the unknown
Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may
Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown...

The difference of deference in view...
Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind?
Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes...
With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind?

Competition, in a neighboring window:
Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish?
A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow
Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish?

Spate cola, if not the drama of the day
Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber
Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary
Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler?

A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds
Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours
A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time...
When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers?

Time goes by, just the three of us...
Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...?
Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must...
A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts

Hello up there...
The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home
Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer
Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...?

Never is, never was, and never has...
The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day
Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays
Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

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?