Monkey bone
Sat on a rhymes table
Sweet Jerusalem...
Weighing youth, for asking's babel?

Watcher's in love
Of a needy name...
Shallow winds, come to discuss...?
A promise in wonders fame

Ashes to passing ashes
Dust to grievances dust
Tooth for truer tooth, lasting
Eye for unnerved eyes, thus

Thus, the history of youth?
With a prayer for immaculate lips...
So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth
Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit?

Monkeys playing God...
Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise?
Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead
Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding...

My hiccough...
My limit, of time to question
The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come?
With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...?

Quiet
The tongue of worldly forces
Has a season of shame, for might
Letting misery have am, leading many to more...

Quiet...
The adding more, to seek a wishes heat
Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight
That has your shadow of reality, to beat...

Avidly, the war of roses
So settled an argument
For a silent reproach, have what loses
A yet and a set time, for a hidden arrangement

Speed with a definitive smile
On the behalf of ides we never sated
Without the spoil to be, of an earning while
Saved from a declining share, in fated...

Doors
In the vanity we make, with surreal liberty's
Somewhere to love a silence, that has you to form
Dreams and a stir of wonder, with a reaching host to seek

Simple wishes for a graceful season, sun in the sharing...
Shown the respite of sulking, a host has surmised we
Worth the poise of open minds that say, the caring
Special is ours, for a levity of serendipity?

Yours?
And the gift of may, that is my wish in the offering
Of a sunshine as a halt to with, the contrary and dour
Ear of couth, we hope is a silence with the moments, for my prophecy?