I fought the low, with a star
Many more heard, the gentle breeze
Cope and final lips of a risk, to a care, on par
That took me by storm, like a savory disease?

Heed, the act of powers that be
Sweet lions and liberty's zion
Knowing the catch of day, in the seem
Prove me to a prettier, world, worth trying...

A cigarette, that saved me from perception's demon
Sank, stank, and anchors away
The price of a new pink, is all out and leaving...
For a role in the doll's and stole of what may

But, you saw it too...
Since a sore eye was never more than a cute
Straight from how I would, look
My hidden stare, is for kisses and their future

Kings and queens, that knew what to ask:
Couth, do we know the silence for atrophy or an agony
Behind the scenes and looking for another fact
Lighting this one, is a little more true, than money...

Seasons city...
A shrewd eye has followed, the talk and walk of prices
Pride versus privilege, the irony of a certain witty
Courtesy, cunning is a curious angel, with its own vices?

Light me up...
A wholesome tomorrow, in the name of popularity
Saving a stare for a realm so valid, the direction of intuitive love
Came and went, and some and spent, the kiss on reality...

Time to fess, down
Fit to be tied, with a rolling hold
Similarity and its smoke, is a reach for done
That begins and ends, like a road paved with gold...

Epitaph of a dragon with none:
Here lies a kinder moment
With baring and essence under the sun
Well, here goes nothing, the sincere and the meant...