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?

Yet this anecdote

about father says little --


about who he is.

Beached craft
Begging a current...
When the sun shines, does water laugh?
Dependency is the joke, to never relent...

Oil, has forgotten the cares of us...?
Slippery and truthful
Teeth are sincerity's weapon, poised to hush?
A saving ask, of when the truth is same's goal...

Justice for a tear?
Simple chaste, to entail charisma
Form and function, with pity's honor?
Sake promised, a fate before silence and sanity...

A ****** eye, with a stark devotion...
Paired to consume
The deeds of actual shares, a time for notions
That played their part, to a divine doom?

When is water, a living miracle?
When it feeds you...
Spare shadows and hunger, and means to lend a will...
Avid to terror's dream, who else sniff's glue?

Places of virtue, with no elaboration?
Found timely, after a version of sincerer orders...
Sweet to the eye, but lead to forever for a sin?
We remember you, when the world has obscured...

A rainbow from the stead we favor
Sat in the curiosity of a judged silence
We know you, as if fascination has a flavor
Spare and tiding a gentler eye, we dote is again...

The good nature of promises made, promises ought
The tows of sharing, the shadow of worth, with one more wish
For an illuminated smile, you offered for first and not
The second silence of the future, where an awoken friend is...

Smile for me, one more, time...
If senses approve, senses know a season
With a realm to its shall, a host of sincerity trying
The about you show, waiting on a house of forces, and legend...

Habit, does a crying home have the sense to know you?
Welcome to a door, that changed the rage of avarice, into a blue sky
Does liberty's accuse, compare me to a wizening pace to view
The reasons of worth, made grandiose or aled to when life is why?

Your affront, the taste of a hand of love
Set to rights, or making the times known, by the sides of renown
Rest and see, a lover make you the qualm, if not a history with a covenant
Sickened eyes with a role vain enough to pray for your dream to be found...

Tale of the none, with silence
The risks we endeavor, are forever?
And a daydream, that has a moment to suffice
Create me an avid soul, shrewder thoughts for lovers...

People of charming since
And guarantee's hence, with a smile
Of recourse, I will know a rage, insight lends
The times of virtue in calm, and duty to shyness...

Mercy in a carried few
Witnessing the gifts and presence of mind
With the senses of curiosity come patience, we due
To a passion of simply asking for help, in time

Allied solace, the terms and needs of equity
Privileged intuitions of a charity in call, and prowess
The turn of composure into gold, absentia in divinity
Suggesting hope, is a long cool look at love we guest

Many days like these
Energy in forms we can understand
Solitude forth a response, to aging tomorrows we please
First and foremost, the basis of comparison to answer a land

My needs are my promise
Salutations in couth, the liberty to accept austerity
With the sincerity of kind, a sharing seemliness of the wise?
And to a shrewder how in the season of now, the candidness of disparity?

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?

Due, the times
Arrival of a concerted friend
At the designated since, the basis of every crime
To be, a whole salvation of what ends

Keep, the times
Rue and divulgence to a rapid and just
Merit, the coping suggestion of what ides
Were, the note of atonement in fair, if not ought's must

Solemn, the times
Strange horizon's with a calling
Ably, the needs of another, shied
And true, sigh of curiosity, that has seen falling

Adage, the times
Sworn to better kind
Turns of repose, have the sense to shine
Well and could, the very order of what mind

Secret, the times
May to fore, the airing, a league with might
To know a callous sorts of claim, the history of why
We are that we are, the other side of what mercy might

Stars, the time
Worth neither whether willing nor would
Comparison needs the let, the better in a wishful lime
Tow and certainty to hold, a portrayal of hosts who could...

I was walking down the street of rainbows and sunshines. The very street where everything seems possible and life is a fairytale.

Well, there are little rains and sometimes downpour but every chapter ends with a happy ending.

The time came that I had to step into a new world--- full of strangers, of darkness and cruelty. However, I saw it almost like a utopia. I hid the royalty in me and choose to start from scratch.

One day, I came across a stranger along a dark alley. Aloft, alone, and bringing dark clouds with him. I smiled at him but got no reply. I only saw ice and sorrow in his eyes.

I remember that time,  I was glowing with light while you were stuck in the dark pits of brokenness. I heard your cries and stories of hell and how you attempted to end it. You asked why such a fresh, innocent soul glows with much optimism.

I told you that life is the very reason to continue living. I told you there are more reasons to live: that there's beauty, there's happiness. There's love.

And the boys see your tears as nectar. Flocking, not seeing the cyanide flowing from your eyes, wanting to be the savior. They’ll never be the anecdote, but, after all, a savior isn’t needed, just wanted.

Her face was like an auto
While being struck by an auto.
And the driver?
Well, the driver just laughed.
“Thanks god my car isn’t damaged;
I stole it yesterday night.”