Almost...
Their time, with passing timidity
Where is a lover, the beauty of the host?"
Quiet questions, I have asked, in a city...

There...
Is a clash of what went first
In all human urges, is a silent fare
Forces of cope, justice or adrenaline, certain

Truth...
Is awake, staring at me
Your imagination, is a keep of who'th
When the day has a moment, for lucid anarchy

Harmony...
Egg's and tasteful jokes
Have the sense to remain, in lent and sunny
Ways, with going in and out; is just the pokes?

Windiness...
Where the place we know, is a driven more
Taken to example, with a banter to guess
Where there is a kiss, there is also remembered patience, of course

Worldly...
Save the sate, of a colossal child
Chances are, the craving for sense, is early
With an irony to add, immediacy is always it, shy

Life of a sincere, limerick?
On the fare and done, duty?
Asking in certain hushes, is to wait, sick?
Tolls of an evening bell, with sunshine's lucre...

Has met a new friend...
Toward integrity, we keep a shrewd liberty
To know one and another, the best possible amends
That come to fruition like a walk and a stare, with curiosity?

Dread is a cold should's soldier, with a family to feed...
Found in a future hug, a witness to the honor; we pray...?
Persuasion in a tale spin, to linger and say, I thought taken heed...
True to one's roots, if not routes of composure, to ask all of any?

Seldom has said hello
Seldom has a savior's lip, for may and decency
Seldom has a sharing voice, that lets life bellow
Seldom has said goodbye, but when you step forward, it is beauty

Seldom is your, spy, whatever...?
Water and mercy for youth, is nothing but climbing
Cares to see the end of them, is a quieter house lover...
With timid moments to share, a promise on fire with minding...?

Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

Weighted
For home, to see any fated
Light, and its heart...?
Worth without, a coping all to start...?

So, waited...
Has a view, of harmony sated
An inclining deem of reason...
Sat in a heat's shadow, to endure a desire's season?

Quiet forces
Witnessing, an acquiring sense of worsens...
Has the youth, for are's demonstration
Poignancy and burden, love, precisely my notion...

The awakening sun
Promising any moment with the truth, won
Twain is a parables pardon
For what cares love, has become...

The sanctified night?
With almost, the belly of always, right...
Sense of a serious less, given a sighs guest to many ways
Are we to dance well under the stars, if a shine of liberty, mays?

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...

Yet, to affirm...
With a realm to sake, biding...
Boding a habit, of creating a sojourn
To a peaceful cause, in the shape of destiny, earns adding?

Within the wait of redemption, a droll season
Has sat and noticed me, in a privileges smile...
The land has it to yearn, for a future to wind and remain?
In a stoic refrain, we mention to any's fate, all the while:

Curious beginnings
With a reach for any who would
The salt of a shared stipulation, semblance of endings...?
That become the inheritance of now, the house of all and good?

Awakening at their appointed hour:
Our suggestion, our intimation...
Of cope, and a colloquial prayer, set to dour
Music? and the integrity of a world's forces of generations?

A prayer that turned into a defiant star...
Welcoming the here, the intellect of perception
Where we were, where distances of courage stare far
The need of silence and its prodigy, with a blind intuition...?

All of heed, a God warming to us...
We know this, with a remnant eye
The tarry of promises, to question even simplicity, thus
Nature with a conscience's vote, a role of integrity to lie?

Upon a bed of dignity, an answer for anarchy...
Worth in a worlds share, have we finished the patience's of peace?
Or the resumption of a halt to harrow, a hell in the name of what was merry...?
Times, the court of siblings with a deed for you, adrenaline is living's feast...

Heat, in a passionate stare
Caring for a simple dream...
Waiting is a world, to wish in an avidity's care
Is a beautified season, of this history, a quiet queen?

The throne of a royal woman...
Doe's, a hallowed choice begin at home?
Antiquity would indicate, a sense of reason
Long looks at a man, and the void of what silence has done?

Anarchy in a song has sprung into view
Paces and passion, patience and promises
With an original muse, for when asking is who...
Has the voice of earthen stares and worthier cares, a being for wise?

Is new and again later, the fate come to you forth a hug?
Was youth a drama of whole liberty, or the consumption of a kiss?
Silence is forever a king to come, like a house of a wish in love?
As shrewd as this may seem, is us a season for that if this?

Shame becomes a list of anxiety, with a moment to tell...
Youth is a story of a quiet and austere generosity, you should give...
Until a shadow has been named by itself, as if a world was little...
More than faith of others, when special was a curiosity to live...

The day of pregnancy's beauty?
The song has become a human challenge, that has been won
By now; you may have noticed how droll a hap can be, for suiting...
But champion's with privilege's cloth, will become a voice for seeking eternal love...