Fresh and disciplined?
Focus and method, to serve an hour me?
Safety in a grossing halt of when, silence has come
Through an ironic storm and over the seasons, I see a lead keep

Long in the tooth, if not the use of truth
Suppose and fear, the counting we hold, to live
And let means be are's many, in hopes of youth
We give the news of courage, a new name to since

Properness
And the light of a lucre we afford with evidence
And its moment with love, to compare a wisdom
Of contrivance, to a welcome fury of what was our chances

With time, to till a question in the wind
Meaning a sorts and cohorts we make, in patience served
And patience looking for a nightmares kiss, mind
Us, we have screamed in vanity's ear, but know the price of a turn

Of conscience into a lover of our ideas
Our mystique and its offered job, joy costs an alienation
Priced exactly nothing of strength and cope, in these freedom's
Was a mindful seldom enough to consider any a prayer under our intention's?

God, and the voice of his angel's
Mated with atrophy incarnate, the taste of acceptance of sin
More than ought, and else to whether the silence we knew, fell
From history for a hand of sense and its idea, are we that we are, amends?

Confirmation of a star one night...
From the best and the blessed of meager vice anon
Sanity is a jaundiced hurry with a chastity to righten
Itself among the throng, when all have seen it, the charisma to look among

Salt, do you owe me love?
Since a single idea made us
Through and few, the toil of a new sense
For which and where, the scope of eyes we discuss

Space for a noisome charity, set to rights
With a callous fear, the thought of wonder
In the arms of insincerity, spare notion to share a might
With no face, but the one given a garrison of thunder

Shameful, the talking and the spate irony
Of a question still lingering, in the shadows of couth
Persons of strength, and the tooth of ours, impunity
Is a wealth to remember once, when the fate of truth...

So many heroes and spare ides to welcome home
When the fires of uncertainty, are nothing more than urges
Of lingering heed to a patience, that has you by name
And the very courage to show the more, to a mind, word for word

Salt, do I owe you love?
Special and ordered with the fury of mercy in a whole stare
Shown to be, the coming hope of seldom and its vast and burdened covenant
With a promise from an eternal lip, that knows what it is to care

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remember this one?
A friend of days to claim your eye
This photo is a rave, the fun we had and you won
Is a charge up that noisome hill, where we raced to the sky

Remember this?
Antique smiles you made at a sharing's cost
Sour and driven, knowing an ear is for bliss
You showed the obvious, the tale of vanity lost

And this?
Such a cute step forward
When the call of decency was for me, and the shall you kissed
With the liberty at handsome and, my very tear to start

How about this one?
Kings and queens to show a brutish strength
To each other, with you in the middle with fun
Simple news from a prom, the tooth of seasons by length

And finally this one?
My saved eyes, for the spare and needy airs to adjust
Welcoming me to a surprise party, making salt a sun
Was the hour we played, all of a since of legend, a heroic must?

Finally curious, and wondering if cares and fares
Of sincerity ever passed the note to another, of a lifetime
Can a shrewd mind speak, the tatters and frailty of stares?
Looking well at you, does a picture save a thousand words, for trying?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Legend of doles
Doles at history
History in a relative focus
Focus to quicken, and worth a story

Special consideration
For a life we never knew, without you
Speed and justice, the smile of complication
Taken forever, to the wishes you made for home

Promises we saw, and attest to calms
Serious enough for a lucid chaste, charm in a sense
Of passion and heroism, that knew a quiet amid the qualms
Of conscience in tow, and the patience of baring the amends

Does, a heart see true?
Has, a welfare of other's seek to give
Few, and the season of spontaneity we know due
Still to you, and the irony we preach, is to live

Futures we know can, a heed
Of all that is searched for and letting a many
Become the spare and specialness of a whole breed
To come and find in the rough, of a liberty we any

Arms of distance?
Predicting the irony we adjust
To a knowing light, the equality of amends
Made, for a simplicity to stand forward, and know all must

A hug of introspection
Meant in your favor, and the tradition of identity
Consumed by the passion, a welcome to direction
And its sincerity, do we seek a mention of relent, in a city...

Far and away, the truth of becoming
A knowledge inclined by sorts or worth
The actual in its vicinity, to account a roaming
Suggestion of integrity we encourage from birth

Baby's with rolling eyes...
And taken dreams to a range of voice, we dream with
Sour old gesture, of rued compromise, only why's...
Like a titular excuse of pioneering spirit, a day with opuses bless?

Mother's of invention, that knew the commotion
Rarified exaction, to a marveling hurry, we kept as should?
The forces that be, or is a lucre of sincerer time, our devotion
Looking here to empathy, complete of a rise in the land, could...

Father's of concerned charity's, and a luckier form to nothing?
With the care of callous distraction, is a house made for a needy turn?
Of essential energies, into a heed of cope - the rue of wanting
Another eye fall at the table, to be, a craving for what orders of curiosity earned...

Privilege to meet you, with the eyes of commonness
As shrewd as a claim of burden can be, the irony I preach
And seldom, is a trouble to blame only on paradise
And the muse of composure, with moments to understand a haunt of each...

My angst, my angel, my voice
Would a hair suggest an opportunity?
Like a day with known truth, yearning's choice
We know done and more with means

What did a spoon say?
Will a star spare us?
This time is also a toilet
Shame's salt, if for coping thus

Day's just in, with a time seldom
That has no name, but the one given
Try your luck elsewhere, question's
We share a God of destiny, letting

Is this a good news?
Many story's go by, settling on mere
And we save your future, if and soon
With ably a joke about the weather?

Dirt and milk, say both hi and good bye
Tender eyes know me a song that does
Life in a round gift, we intone if and why
Aloft, with an uncles stare, a kingdom of words in love

Talent show
Whimsy is our art
Our taste in methods and sights of owe
Welcome us to your town, a hay day with time to smarten

Catch a rising star
The pout of energy realized, remaining in view
Is our call to excellency, a closely required more
To the stir of when passion, has the sense to live for who

Carry me to the stage
The show is about to start, a seeming melodrama
That when served, is the callous voice we saw rage:
The tartness of life today, is tomorrow ours for a better dilemma?

Which in wolves eyes, the taste of complexity is ours
For a knock, a door, a calling hour; to achieve a known
Place of redoubt, that has no ear for wishes, beyond powers
That claim the world for a note, of courage come too soon?

A heated conversation, now is a readied mouth
With courage to take the lead, in round paces of what went
With the moment we know, the coping stare of another, proud
And silent, until a shadow of doubt, has become meant...

Through the longing, the strength of a need so refined
Wealth of a thought, is our reward
To tell a tale of composure, that has seen the times
And given the cue of adroitness, has become a life to guard...

Audacity
So simple an argument, for a watching eave
Tell-tale heed, to groom itself in lights, worth nativity
And with austerity to care, the faces of destiny in love, never leave

Themes of survived angel's?
Which in ought, order's and opportunity
Save the mention of silence, with dread little?
Is a reaching gift to upheaval, for the sourness of cunning?

Panic in a solemn justice
With the language of veracity to attest?
A new life of simplicity, to exact argued realization
Of proper manner's and the dole of seclusive lest...

Fancy words, for hello how are you?
Minus the tender kinds and humanity of solitude for youth?
The waiting and harboring of sincerity as when we couldn't...
Strange or strength is a logic best served to innocence as a clue

To decisions
And the inner most desires of having a life adding want's
Is the complexity of substitution for a pronounced, intimation?
Of what was a count of distances as a shrewdness is, or love...

Crying that overcomes the share in shame, we don't need...
But a harmony of ideas and courage entailing, a risen smile
That has a wholeness in mind, is a blessing we save for requiem lead
To decency and predilection's guidance of a habit we seek, for justice all the while

So went wrong, why the defensive glare?
Pain, and its potential as moments; a zealous need
To longevity is given a reach and a presence to care
Having the distinction of being, the call to hope, we save for heed...

A baby with misery to know and hopeful duress taken to worth...
Is it also a prayer?
Minds blown and the invigoration of other's to compliment certainty
Yes, the toil of omnipresence of a soul's affinity of when we share...

**** to treasure
A flight of fancy
Meaning one, and many eye's to cure
A scent of harmony, in line for a me

Still my best, comes the voice
Of insight for reason
Well to do, or made in heat's choice
The legend of cope, is one to season

Stir, stir, and prepare a biding
So salty, if let in the names of just
We fate with a wry stare, and a bit of lime
Set in our fervor, the coming sound of when we are, must

See the brides of common woes
Sitting in hope, we have more to give
Time or its threshold, the better side of owed
Meter and push, for limits we seem to lead

Give the groom's of support, the truth?
It and even more, the example of decency coy
Is but beauty, if nowhere is to be our rewards rue
Shame about the does though, destiny is so loyal...

Past with passed precisely
Tense and offered a clue and a cue
Of memory in the hand held by another, a lead
To ever the similarity we have, and know is coping, due

Look, where no man has seen
The kisses of earth, voiced with a strength
To live in the open, once more, and win
The careful race of poise's charity, to excuse by length?

Tenaciously, the could...
With a bandaged heart?
To look even more, into the eye's of should
The willingness, keep reasons we learn...

Of each other, and the oddity's of courses in truth
Will a half of liberty know to show itself, before us?
The waking hour, and its vision of hearing the might of youth
Has need's of welcome and distance to heed, that are thus...

Live with a promise
In the than, the yearning hopes we account
Richly to a life in merely, a simplicity of sigh's
And the actual lip of causes added, if not adroit to need, now

Past with passed precisely
Still by the couth of decency and its heirs, a resolve
Of callous means met in the end, of where passion is a key
Let in the creation of encouragement's sense, a patience to love...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understand the name
Ushered with soliloquy
Urged and formed with particularity's same
Utterly and heralded if decency...

Us, words to live by...
Totals of uniqueness, a use for today
Simple replies to vestige, the way we live...
And the example, of a question to winds of strange...

Changes, the toward in the capricious deed, a harmony
To look beyond the overt, the escapism and the mayhem
We favored for a legend of the everyday, a breaking testimony
Ready to live in the times, a comparison to lend and whim

The this of thus, a lovers blessing, still a richer lessoning?
To which we never knew, a hap in the meager throe of light
That said the more, the news of sincerity for its guessing?
Was a marvel of unction, to let a reach of bests, become might?

That somber need
Enabled with the calm of a noble friend
Poise is us once again, a promise amid the heed
Of causes said for, sated with and a salt to the end

Privilege, do we remember your silent approach?
To the truth, a vanity we share to know a callous sorts of, you
Taken with a harrowed moment, to these we will know
The taint and the tender, asking in platonic voice, is ought too; soon?

Tows of since
Synchronicity is to be married
Working heed, and the beauty in silence
As a reward once lent, is twice carried...?

Tallys and totals
The future has us to fare a new question
That calmly collected, is a sanity we hold...
With a callous before careful hand, we should a blessing...

Marvels in love...
State and sake affluency, the fickle lives
That make you and me, the score of does
A changing season protecting order of or what denies?

Patiently, the run of a lifetime
Spoil in thorough stead, despair to care once more?
For anything more, moving faster than a harmony's light
The tale of destiny, with lips to prove strangers know the words...

Half a mind to open a vanity...
With another's neglect, the truth be golden adage
To a liming hope, the act of redoubt, in all sanity...
With a holy mercy, for anyone who would learn it, a world's rage?

Epitaph to a wishing wind, alive in the senses
We adjust to humanity, with tears come the spite of terror...
Sincerity to follow and act, upon a world of wisdom's ends
That were, the stone of seclusion in a lover's midst, a gain of heirs?

Know me...
For a sound
Of rainbows, with a key
To an angel's home...

Where is God...
If I throw a light
On heaven, and all it's ought
Just the right side, of might...

Made to know
Making best of only worse
Have I cheated you, from it's blow?
Bare the smile, of sense of course...

Walk by
And I will say hi
If decency, is no lie
Just to remind, asking God for why...?

Is like counting your blessing's, *******
Is merit to the man, with homes guidance, ****
Is a worthier opulence, that just a hole, sharing dole
Is a requited angel, that has seen the light, work

As shrewd as a cult
As awaited as a bride
As marred as a light with another's fault
As carried as a reason amid snide

Long hair
Inch by inch, the pride of paradise?
Singing hope and chastity, the truth in a care
Will make a new song for thee, when salt becomes lies?

Dread, and the future of essential need
The weary eyes of complexity have seen
The doling, the due, and death of what we keep
For a taste of better, clarity than what austerity feeds

Eggs come of age, or so an entity once offered
Is a prophecy of compelling an adultery to sit
And prove the guidance of wishes in laughter
Was hunger of a coming family, to marvel at a justice's whit?

Where as, we are the temper of a friend of days
Come to filial deeds and decency of a muse
To wonder in brightened minds, the total of what says
Lived in the opportunity we save, is a spy with it to lose

The day rained with the running man
Subtle finish, to a long and austere book
Taken with the courage of a novelty, a hardy plan
To seek the succinct, in a creation somehow thought, worth a look

Speed and insight, the tale of all generosity's...
Sake with promises, to suggest the savage before accord's light
Well meant, worth the clash we deign a virtuosity
When push comes to shove, a dalliance of senses to right...

Homes on the way, sour affront to a suggested live...
True antipathy to a question in voice, we duly understand
With an open hand, sincere enough not to know a fist
Ingratiating and spurned with a tow, we herald the grace to manned?

Welcome an issue we advise is never more subtle than scurrilous form?
A long look at the role of decency and its drive, the content
Of glass and brass, the silence we afford with a loan to vice's war?
Wouldn't a forward kiss, see the avid, one more time in the mist, meant?

The ruin is over, the rush of limelight to serve...
A new champion, a new womanhood, with a seriousness's crave
In the modesty of course and done force, were we a place of nerves
And the speed of causes so defined, by the eyes of a chaste to save?

Children with bitter but been, thumbs, taking the time...
To play the part, if not the scope of anger in a rhyme we fuse
With the consciences we same, and fate with tears of trying
A hold of heroes and kind, that has the senses of legend, for these are due

Birds always fly south
When, a winner has a moment...
Sour old fall, of life into bed with a crowd
Of feelings; never a spoil or relent?

Acceptation and divorce, artily
A shrewd person knows more than a cup of tea?
Lights and party's, fights and smarty...
When a dalliance has the floor, a candor can be...

Hair is a smile, if first and foremost denial?
Simply airs, and the deified soul to prove...
A habit in the gray, hosts of decency known a while
You are the hero, I am the pact and the silence of love...

A wager in the shadow of a waterfall?
Since rainbows are so expensive, or a mutual cause...
Where is a life more naked, with terror or mercy for a salt?
The price of love has become even more, a sit with laws...

Knowing what I do, a reason has a voice to win every argument
Spill of light, or cover of darkness...
The tooth you share, is a peace with a realm to its redoubt, patience?
Has the time to remember me; when shame has become a seen,  bless...

Sleep or sunshine, the dream is the same...
Sport of since, and the charity of a simpler sake
My moment in the borrowing of still, has come and gone with fame
Of a new time, in the shared forces of wishes, we've come to hate or make?

Nature and the coy
Aspire in duty's hands, with a clarity we go
Spare and told to remain, a sharing burden, is decency joy?
And will it's demeanor, let a shy instinct see the world?

Reconciliation, deliberation, and a care
To step out and about what we know
In the lips of concern, we were born to, does a right to stare
Come with decision's been, or is a language of advance, to owe?

Telling heed to remember the goal, of insight
We see your needs shadow, become the stare of our soul
Sweet enticement, to begin the mighty dance of right's
Well imbued to seek the bright mind of cope, we are here to fulfil...

A trophy of deliverance, an agony of consideration
Spared from the unwholesome fires of separation forth youth
And its guidance to seldom, the gift of prowess that has it's intimation
When the world smiles back, is a wonder in careful eyes, a memory for candid enough couth?

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

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

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

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

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

Panic's jewel...
Or, is that pride?
Poor relenting, to you...
The question of irony on your side?

Places and things, together
With a real appetite for life's regency
So, sophisticated, the liberty of kind to bother
An open air, of a wish that found deception's history...?

My undone mercy, my marveling hope
Is with a ghost of a chance, the truth
In a guarded fist, to promise a shared cope?
If any pout of lore, is a wish that sought your youth...

I will follow...
Despairing consciences, with a blinking stare at honor
That defies home for one thing only, that is to harrow...
The dread in a tear, found for a salt that told a story:

Once upon a time, and the tenderness of couth
To wake upon a simple bed, the taste of harmony in league
With itself, the role of unity and vice, come the riches of who
Is a part defined, and who is a smarter focus divine, of each?

Which will the tows of remorse...
Work as we said, they have the skill's of duress to laud
And heraldry of a looming proportion, to understand the worse
The life of another lords prophet, the can and the callous odd...

Here is such, the lies or levity we fate
With a rekindled fire, for what is a stranger look, of desperation
Sincerity or since charity is a fool for itself, the world of sate
Is a kindness only a lover could afford, the very gift of intimation?

Tomorrow?
And the ides of heathen politeness, are here
To simply move forward and borrow
The truth in an order and repute, that has oneself to bless, with another's fear...?

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

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

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

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

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

Promise me a day
Time in its opulence
Merit a tow to know may
Ask me when the rain is silent

Finishing a step, forward
Turn and see the call, to erudite calm
Become my poem, my retort
To liberty so avid, some would say all...

Light's and harmony
Stoic to a fault, in the name of presence
For an unknown side of stranger levity
With the evidence of a bright mind living for airing ends

Patience audacity
The tone of my voice, is our self in love
Seeing nothing more, the court of nativity
For a risen deed, of beauty and heed; a covenant...

The next act, of adrenaline
Supposed forces, to win a kinder stare
Through the looking glass, as if shine
Is a wall to itself, patience and their horses, fare

A race to the more, ever and stone sore?
Of a friends cleverer smile...
Same to how, we found your quarrel
With me, a simpler distance to while...

Mean or main stay...
This moment, made for the devil and the blue sea
Meant, in time with sour notion, pain
Is the only force we see, for a man or woman in love, deem...

A hat of errors, that knew you for a wiser momentum
A whine of distant feelings, that shares the known, to be
A callous share in proof, that has the time to question a room
A singing candle? awake at the touch of a lover, is my kiss anarchy?

Hate a rhyme to begin, with a resolve in the rage of another?
Spite, carnal license, and hopeful sycophants of a rule of thumb
With your name on it, and my cares, the risks of loving a bother
With your needs and vice, as a charity we will know is succinctly won...

Heroines, with a table to eat from, timidly share a savior
******'s, with a resolute few, is here to skip the wisdom of done who
Hero's, with a tap to ply and explain, are a safety's warrior
He, with an excused hand has a reason to be, to the patience we do too...

Safety in a rounder eye...
Brazen cough's, to ally to resolve
Places and cares, been in a nefarious wry
Sweeter pasts to tickle your fancy, with passion to haunt

Worlds that claim a ride...
Spare and utmost, adjusting to a needy light
Neglect is such a waste, in the belly of snide
The real and the roll of austerity, a taste for right's

Sense in a reaching halt, the confines of justice
Welcome us, the counted and areared, a soul to reserve
A prodigy's shoulder, if not again the marvel of a wanted, vice
The here say, and the host of consciences that remember us, worthy

Salt you should...
Threshold and careful finger's, with the which of sincerity
Have the could for a speed, the wishes in the neighborhood...?
We've come to, a home with redoubt and hours to hope, another liberty?

The face in the voice, of facts we admit...
Reasons of virtue and valor, to collect the simple heed
A honor of forces we never knew, accept to accustom a lip
To the rhyme of reality we foresee, is a soul with it to prove, meant...

Toll of an evening bell
Of a land far away from sense neither
Welcoming the scope of sharing, seemed little
The rue of roles and omnipresent goals, is a requite to bare?

Many and dread; the toil of another eye...
Followed briefly, to wind a searching cause
Simple lows and metaphor, with a sincere edge for why
Is a shadow ever mere, and dear, to ways we laud?

A riddle that makes the night a special peace
A privilege in tantamount time, of questions and answers
That when dismayed, has the voice of anarchy
Intimate, but ****** to rights, adds the humor of heed; to learn...

West with the common, the vices we assure are may in motion
If but a seemlier kind, to these we knew a reason about a shown
And carnal liberty, with which we keep ourselves all and any, a devotion...?
In the aspire of coping, a handsomeness that delivers a promise known

Whimsy stands before a whether, and a care of silence, comes into view...
Trees and fruit, pets and forsooth, are we the people of candor?
That when asked to lead, a marvel of must if the name of doting shew
Shrewd is the cold shoulder, of more than a clash of distance with more?

So, what remains to gall, is a friend in needful deed?
Or was that a paradises fall, into the arms of reality, sake
Of a wish that completes the tact, we envoy is a careful means
To an end, that works like this, can hope become a call to make?

Out
And about the swallow of pride, that made us
Confirmed sincerity of an asking patience, is worth now?
Or if how is to ever be, the gift of poise to claim ourselves thus?

General time
To live the life, electric
In a count of fames, a name of trying
That will begin the heed, of reach, exact

Secrets, only a demon could see...
The tooth and the envoy of truth
That collected a shrewdness, in all anarchy?
The scope we adjust to a new light we Rueth

Spare demonstration, for decency to quiet
And hold for a sulking hour, houses of repute
Come to the fashion of seasons before twilight
Time is am's honored party, sat to describe its sordid worth?

But hate is such, a future foolhardiness...?
When we are, the culture of simplicity...
In the name of conscience lead, to a very different guest
My name is whole and clear, of what a soul was, intimacy

Clamor of a self-sufficient eye
Many more than out, to seek the world of else
Wealth in the spy of virtue, that can suspect a total, for a lie
That we have come to know, like the basis of what seems to be, hell's...

Night comes for a tired eye to complain:
Here in saving hindsight, I have learned with the coping hours of others
And their burden, sense set before me, in sate or plane
The voice of love, with eyes to follow and hide, ruin from the peace savored, together?

Panic's we will know
Disparity to voice a choosing eye
Spare or the gift of aspire, sides of owe
Haste at the said, the meant eaves of wry...

Tones of choice, in our advent, to climates
Of worthier none, the tale of courage come
Sing the weapons of the wind, or see its sates?
Compose your suggestion in the form of a bomb?

Pride is such an expensive friend, the ire's we can't
Ascertain to advance to a greatness, at the feet of dissonance...
Known and told to own, we are the coming ides of a plan
Sent from where, the arduous and the space of riddling ands...

And a stale offering, of steel and pleasance's presence
Made for the bold, the souls of capricious same
Never the more, without the collapse of another's sins
Into but a heavenly kiss, from the times we aid, we fatefully name

Notice the kindred of a shame, with a soul to eye a different need
Sent from the earthen sigh's we make so worthy, prodigy
Is a shred of decency meant to be in the grasp of opposites, and heed?
Letting a blue streak unearth the better, where the letter is for these

Still the meet, of violence and opportunity to ask
Will a billowy day of opus and shade, in the sky...
Prepare a sun with our fate, and is a rage the common enough fact
Of a burden in silences nature, that is the cloying season of redeeming specialness's, why?

Prove me a liar
And show the terror I dwell with
Secrets of imagination and it's opinion, higher
Come around the corner for a hour of bliss

Tick, tock
Old men and women to know, secure
A right to rigid honesty, a place never mocked
Except to drive home a point, of legend and worth

See the smile of common, done?
Here, is the overtness of going and coming...
With the rue of suddenness, that completes the sojourn
Of a handsome day with friends, to encourage a heart winning...?

Why? and a metaphor for benign need...
Simple arears and the climb of vantage, to know
Keeps the our of such and more, a willing half of means
See our issue, the folly of recompense, for a legend to grow

Hate
And the skill's of suggestion to fathom a new grasp
Of knowledges lucre, and the social demeanor of our fate
Still here, after all these year's, despite a discipline to ask...

Dare the dainty
All in eaves, a dance of we've
Sour regards for a knowing heed, the eclectic key
Wavering in the air, to tell a story of finality

Salt, dust and whatever else
Rhymes with damnation, the tows of veracity
Become like lucky butterflies, the solution in bells
To worth and occur, with a certain mighty...

Sounds of music, to die for
Through the hollow of sunshine we find so warm
The completion of a single thought for avidity, so sore
Has the curiosity of chances, and the decency, only more

Should we shoulder a pathetic distance, from the nerve?
Or is causes guidance, to a realm of liberty ensconced
We woke, and walked to the notion adding, a due friend
With seasons of come, to light the way to sits, of around...

About now
The tale has become ours for a looking have, and the moment gave
Mirrors, seldom fears and a host to what nears
The romance of aptness, for a circle of deem, that has it to save...

Sense, took my hand
Chastity, the tooth of a friend
Is with us forever, a silence to question
Them, and toward a reason to mend...

Rage, took my life
To the best it knew
A whole contest, of what sight
Has to prove, a beckoning lip to who...

Habit, took my will
To be the other side of a notorious coin
Saints be praised, saviors to still
The ruckus of purposes, beyond roaming...

Speed, took my hap
For a quieter dragon than usual
Perceived finds, of lucre's cap
The place and name , of the actual...

Avidity, took my love
Spare room, sincerity's distance
To the wish, we make a covenant
Reality worked, into a frenzy's chance...

Dread, took my death
Resolve, in its look for prowess
Simple choices, a future to never regret
A spare lesson, to know me; worth in is...

Me
In know, two thoughts
Is there ever a callous purpose, see...?
The resolve of a sturdy wish caught...

Lies
Energy in a fallow tooth
With no place for simplicity, ideas
Of choice versus chastity, the gift of youth?

Means
Possession of an accord, we devote to since
Baring anon, a chance, the voice of a wonder to glean
A fate of comprehension with time to include a risk in kins

Liar
The tone of precept, the couth of promises met, promises let
To the sincerity of a care's in forces we understand, higher
Than the order of sate, which proclaims a need's soundness set?

No future for you...
Seldom have we seen, anything but us
Sigh's and slender hippocracy, even and due
To the sight of another reach and cease, of cause's loved

Living for the phantom, selling the now?
To quiet a mind seasoned with milk
Hopefully the taste, irony and background...
Of simplicity in motion, with pride to find, she'll

Truer by the rages we never, sew
Terror and further tows
Of redemptive calamity, in the mires we who
Taking the time for each, and guile in lows...

Of watery eye's with the alienation of distance
Time, to finalize a place for the gift's
Of veracity, means and love of guidance
The earth of our many, and the girth of witnessing, is

Please please me, the tilt of a building in the wishes
Which, fortitude, we made for the rest of composure
And the image of prowess, to a grief of need and issues
More than potato, of saccharine or austentatious, with here...

Brown temples
Avid, too sore for sense?
Background music, finding what will...
A look of devotion, for a tooth called suspense?

Black wishes
Turmoil is a vaguer clique
Of comment's, sigh's make God's fishes
Just a rue to understand what is...

Grey orbit's
Of miasma, found in a suggestion's field
Known by sight, a bird has wit's
Another bird has seen the sun, and it's yield

Green future's
Vicinity to unity, the poor
Is realm to *****, word's of impurity
Set amid tree's, worth their wars

White death's
Would we save a child's shadow?
Regret as hot, as marvel's lead
Meant only with yesterday's yawn, are we that we are, mellow?

Light seasoning
Required, when art ponies up to the table
Set indignity, sated reasoning
Sensitive order to time, and whether life is a fable

Pious autonomy, in the name of heavens many
Secrets and honors of patience, I can redeem
With the powers of your voice, simple though elect aims
Come and go with a truer taste for you, then what seem's

Shadows I will know, with a care for each of they and our senses
Willing the turn of chastity into a creation of vice before vision
That calms and cools the seldom, the selected nerve we due, conscience
And a height to abruptness, that gave its all to see the world in your wishing

Relationship of succinct ire's, made to know
The lore we fascinate with, logic and love to come
Persuading even a ruse of yet to be named truth, imagination holds
The common misogyny of the preeminence, we made to succumb

See the nobility of a question, become our future
Took to tamed integrity's, the might of particular privileges
Known in empathic circles, to welcome the very are of curiosity
Sat in a sanity's light, that came per voices of cause, to act amidst our reasons

No finish, no eye
Without a simpler gift
To know a better city, when wry
The hours until pasts have decency, to lift

Itself to a plane of exasperation
Powers in love, with know, a callous sorts
To a windier start to fame, than the next generation
Shown the spill of light, that limits time to such's force

Prayers in found voice, with a clue
Kind come, and the dread of sincerity
Finished with justice, and the cool liberty we soon
The tows of might, are one to find here, with reality

The truth in a handful of bared kindred
Sakes alive, the turn of vice into a sour couth
To know and to love, with the sides of fewer lead
Than fewer meant, to keep a share of what we knew, youth

Young races, younger eyes
Paces and places of virtue, with the time
To predilect a so, with a soul for sigh's
Long in looks and posed to continue in courage, is a world ours, for  trying?

Part's of valor
Missed in the patience we approved
Today is the miracle, known to let lore
Sit and be presence's more, to seek ordinary love

Natures abound
But the beauty of could, to season's
We have, ever but silence and its sound
Has a larger than life soul, to well at somber reason's?

Each other, and the image of poise
Reality worth one regret, two guest's
Of a calling ably, worth with the ache of choices
Penny in the pouring rain, with a time for rest...

Hello another day, say we
When taste has the same, to sense the courage
We found in the future, where never is us, thee
Am and decision, to earn it's beauty, for a wage...

Of cope and dependency, to demand an intuition's pocket
Terror is such a small order to hurried daydream's...
Taken to exception, never the rule of our mind for whit's...?
We see the clashing hour, become ours, looking here to any

Know no...
Angry ordeals, to weal with a brazen couth
Cold shines of onuses war, and the angst we owe?
Shoulder's to announce with privacy, youth...

Is a wiser moment than you think...
Tales of courage and common destiny, in the mar
More than yearning, and else in love with kindred's hijinks
Paces of peace are meant to be traded, like a thought for are...

Ably the coming times, with an issue for me?
Truer than ought, a whole decision I admit
Is an especial luck, a role of justice and contrary feeling's
Jealous though a cursing have may be, I know it...

Clothed in another reason, avarice or antipathy?
Anger in low roads and ethics in high clouds
The tale of an odyssey's strength, for a wish with speed
About this time, a candor of silent friends for moment's?

Known for futures with a sense of joy
Caring but for all, and asked, if privilege has a war
Worth is a liberty in the stare, of a needy justness, and loyalty...
Is a requited frame of reference for a lurid, but well meaning start

Where do we begin...
How does a shall and challenge in gray, make you...
Stirring the times with a right or rage avidness, will get you every there...
Is it me, or do we know not, without another truth of you?

Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...

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

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

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

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

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...?

Worth, world a white cloud...
Smile, and offer proper
A day in the land, if a walk proud
Like justice, harmony is my prayer...

Couth, I was done
Drunk, by the tooth
True, to liberty for a question
Often, a lucre for us and youth

Didn't...
Words of wishes, meager thus
The price of wisdom?
All of a wayward family, realer for causes...

Does...
Why can a salt, make me divine.?
Good presses for what can be us...
Just like love, I know the sun shine

Praise, a lonely God
Add me, when decency has another choice
Final gaiety, with love to laud
All of me, in a sake, for what is my voice...

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

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

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

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

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

Cornered stillness
Wages of redemption, to savor a poise
Purpose is a revelation of lasts, without a bless?
For a family of thought, that has reason by the other side, of a charity of choice...

Time and harmony's privacy
Sexier hours by the cold shoulders, of a won...
Wondering by ... and the dote of a special trying
Seemly dependency of a quiet need, for decency's plan...?

Sense in the open, curiosity to venture...
One, two, three; a hat for silent opportunity?
Compare a bystander, to the questions of yore
Can a proper gayness's holiday, have presents for presence of mendacity...?

The meaning of finished smiles...
The character of sincerity, to contain an intensity's justice...
Justified by solemn stares, that confirmed a notion's while...
In the hand of virtue, still wondering if a voice is to be something greater than undue nicety...

Careful now, does home for honey for a human honor...
Sit pretty or potentialize pity?
Sit well, the nefarious eye of hope; is a promise petty...?
The lights of wonder, as if avarice or peace, is a city of essences liberty...?

With the voice of a lion...
The stir of stillness, as a word to the wise
Has the fame of nary a sakes patience, in bared eyes, directed to  audacity's  silence...?
All in a better smile, made from avid chance, to liberate even tomorrow's sigh's?

Hello, anarchy
Which to fame, has us at a loss...
Speed and deliberate need
Come compare the such, much more than what was

Life in the shadow
Of couth, the tale to tell
In the reach of so, the only more
To well put sorts, give a hell...

The flight of fate, in a fanciful eye
Succor and the distinct, preparing a same
To rid a single now, of roles of reversal in line
With the cares of seclusion, a worldly name...

Made ours, for doubt or pout of adding avarice
Such as known, no man without his hap...
Making souls a redoubted glance, a have of what sides
Of reason meant, a dross made sensation, keeping only apt

Done with the total of seem and decision taxed
Here to aim, the solace of strength, at could
Whimsy in whether's esteem, the doles of wisdom's act
Is a child of avidity, come by you, with an eye for should...

Live in the saved
With me, and the times we due
Curiosity to serve, as a shoulder loved, in labor
Of contrary sin, taken to exaction and would

Life in the saved
Poor isn't and the truth in a hurting hope
The liberty's we seem, and collect in passion, gave
The new reason's and dread, we failed to cope...

With
The stars to avoid, the comely nature
Of a stirring heed, for silence to dream in blisses
We foretell is a rage, the darting of all into purity

Warn
Misery and portion, for a sanity to fathom
The causes we cursed, done with the order of more
Since we need, and begin to hear, the craving of home...

Will
Needs intertwined, the past's remembrance
Have in an isolation, coming for panic still...
The role of gift's of ridicule, without, our faith lends

Wish
Utmost, the course of a bracing new ship
Is nowhere in a vacuum, too angry to finish
The place of real enough times, that earned a conscience's lip

Wink
See the courage of a unwholesome fantasy, made to honor
The known laugh of energy's we tell tale, as if wicked...
Shame is a callous hand, to work the magic of another's valor?

Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?

Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem

Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...

Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma

Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...

In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:

Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...