Ask me, when the neighbors...
Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none
Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served
Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun

Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much...
Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world
Comes and given, will with me, just such?
A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy

Spare, us the compelling hope...
Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign
Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope
Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame?

Pride, and its snide...?
In the doorway, for one more step?
The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied
From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit?

Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight...
Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers
We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might
Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's...

Fires of essence, in the hands of us
Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend
We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause
That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?

Water deep
Water few
Water people
Water due

Water eats salt
Like a ghost, with nothing else
To show, for a reach a fault?
Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell...

Stoic, the taste...
Of a conscience
Who is a praise, for a waiting haste?
Justice, for coping some, of presence?

The secrecy of worldly worth?
Had; like a star of judgment's liberty
Can a patience, be of this meant earth?
Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty...

Dead and loving it?
Where has, justice's babel been?
Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit...
War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...

Wages of sin?
Silence is my fantasy
A rages rainbow, to thence
A place for liberty, a peace for many...

****** mores
The pleasing said
The pleasant at form
Pious to a fault, I lead:

A promise of heaven
Through the eyes of hell
Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen
Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell...

Awe and savior faire...
Lucre in a finer love
The opus we devote, is your stare
And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us...

The might of a they
When suppose, is superiority
Am I a world, for a simple may?
Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?

Unique...
Sport a tattoo or marry the cow
Awed wishes of a passion, weak
And sitting pretty, in the round of a house

See my stare...
Windows with impeccable taste
Give kisses in a share
Of a wayward breeze, that even hosts haste

Done?
And the door of sincerity, to weigh the possibility
Cause, quarter and a hiccough; just for fun
Do we learn the better of each other, oft survivability?

Sweeter by the course, of a wisdom in the first
Is sense so lovely a can, even imaginary sorts...
Wearing the abuse of the world, or a sunny remark even worst
The wagers in lead, we tell the tale of living's forces?

Room for more?
Sultry, lithe, or the spare eyes of chance to choose
You over the adding few, of what was a hand to question sore
The future of mercy in a miserable change, of seasons into you's

Tale to tell
Three piggies
Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell
And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's

A spidery breeze...
Aled to allure, the *** of repose
Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze...
Compare me to silence, a need confirming those

Days end, in a savoring grasp
With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story
Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last
With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry...

The pride, the copious sorts
When the world has a patience for your gifts
Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short
The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts...

A world of voices and presiding choices...
That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover
The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more
In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt...

Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek?
That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory
That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek
Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story

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?

Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...

True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...

Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...

Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?

Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?