Day to sweeten
Day to finish a thought
Day to exact sovereign
Day to dream, a world is odd...

Done?
Wealth of a sincere wish
Taken to example, for a kinder love
Silence is a house, seek me when a star's finished

The tired eyes of tragedy
*** of a wanton song
Never heard, except by my marvel, an oddity
Of measured distance, for decency, all along?

Time with a friend
Sharing a word, with sallow imagination...
Tirades with a ploy, is this the end?
Couth or courage, adding the face of silence

Fate of desire, that came:
Fate in a charity, to serve
Fate of a copious sense, of shame
Fate has made a with, without a dread to earn a curse

Typewriter's
Have my dread
If random waiters?
Listening for the phone, patience's lead

I type like a fool
See my chaste, with perception
I have officially lost my cool...
As a redress, for spoken introspection, we seem

Care and character have their fools...
More than a corrected future
Few a strength, with the voice of youth
Call it crass, an impunity is bred to keep curiosity?

Jaded or judged words of defiance...?
Solemn time, in a year's clock
Share the skip, of Friday the thirteenth
We have other words, to viciously mock?!

Victim of heroines?
A heed of suggestion, calls me...
On the typewriter (which always wins...?)
Where is a telephone more a friend, than dread in holy deeds; dear me...

Is; your fate is with meager
Toil and baffled eggs, I wearily tell
Of what interim, there is, to the devil
With his horns and forked tail, pursuing you from hell?

They seek; gum removers
And, gum without a tired eye...
Are you a decency, with a misery of lovers?
Should a lover sleep with you, when shoulders ask if submission is yours for a pipe?

Hello, austerity
My many and stultified mercy
Is a role in a quieter city
With a rise of mercy, to the level of heaven, where it's even mine to worry...

Count me in...
A hated smile, favoring nothing's eyes
A patient stir of shame, to sin...?
All in the way, for a devoted face to keep why...?

Deeds of whether, in moist eyes
The problem we detain, is your terror...
Intended of weary and cold shoulders, a cough of lives
In waiting, your presence of many and mind, to compare...

Salt of an ought, sweet of demand?
Substitute me, for a question to land
A privilege in the renown I produce, with a babes hand?
The question we threat, we sigh is a different peace to challenge

Spare significance, to a worldly stare
In a patient craving, for the ecstasy of a wish
The children of spite, notice an answers care
Does to due, and dread in doles of since...

Does this dragon, this wage of responsibility...
Owe me, the duty in a climbing avarice, solemn
For a stranger voice to prove, the irony of a vague city
Sorry, but no wish in the rage of riches, is a subtlety to keep the wind...?

An ancient boat, with a right to find the better...
The creation of worth in the mysterious hands of compliance
Have stepped forward, with a soapy smile, poison to the letter?
We understand your worlds, your chastity has another lie:

Known knowing a wish for the very vanity you espoused
Is a dead angel, if the rain is to be our friend?
Where the hell is your soul? your chance came and housed
Yours, a soul obvious to life, but not even love has one to spend...

Tarts...
And the worth of a woman to deliver the news, to you
Not me, an original silence of domain, that shewed the infant for smarts
In the name of a careful rest and duped relaxation, a quiet coup
Come of age, with your specialness in mind; do women in love feed scars?

Roses are redoubt
Violets are a horn, blue
Sugar is sweat, in a dark pout
And hell is crying, and so are you...

Pain, the magic and the cruel
Forever, is a shoe...
Live by a creed, and you say hi, to a tool
Know a you, for a sweet tooth...

Done, to hunt a misery
Found in a gutter, no man's
Land, has a sick flower of mystery
Told to a child's shadow, a risen chance...

To become a family's cannibal?
Creation, is our view on rage
Though put to such, much is beauty
Tarry with us, to live without music to face...?

Treasure of the ******?
Hell to pay, a quiet dowry
Of dues and tomorrow, a question to hand
You, a seduction's voice, with hunger as its quarry...

Worth, world a white cloud...
Smile, and offer proper
A day in the land, if a walk proud
Like justice, harmony is my prayer...

Couth, I was done
Drunk, by the tooth
True, to liberty for a question
Often, a lucre for us and youth

Didn't...
Words of wishes, meager thus
The price of wisdom?
All of a wayward family, realer for causes...

Does...
Why can a salt, make me divine.?
Good presses for what can be us...
Just like love, I know the sun shine

Praise, a lonely God
Add me, when decency has another choice
Final gaiety, with love to laud
All of me, in a sake, for what is my voice...

Police at the circus:
Ok, buddy, why the scream?
Excitement is for children, here...
Thoughts of adulthood, should learn to be

The juggler says hi
When may has an opportunity, baring a tooth
The fright of charity, is in the air, with silence
Terror came, when pasts are aloof?

The third ring, comes forward...
Sated angels, with misery for needs each?
Knowing a drama in the lie, we sternly compare what starred
A cagey house among many fields, we know the faring vanity...

Letting the culprit, ride the elephant?
We saw the problem, animals with a pace for us...
Have the cordiality to look, and see the limit
Of a surprise, happy enough to feed and pet; with thus?

A happier boat?
With moments to clear the board...
Saintly fights, with the voice of a stranger, are what we thought
Getting hysteria out of the way, makes good nature have a word?

With a wisdom's, shadow?
Prepare our smile, with a remembering guise...
Of what worry was to your fellow man, a place to hold
Ones distance to a wish, that wasn't a person again? home pie...

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