Panic we never saw?
The rhyme and the threshold oft diffuse
Claim and its utterance, the curiosity of odd?
The remnancy of a cold shine, in the strength's mar, coming soon

For a telephone about to ring...
Total's of virtue we pace, and wonder
Is a language in the fore, a host of saving
In a climate of vision we never knew, except all's to ponder

The rise of the land, into a marvel presumed
To be ours, the taint or the thought of common need
Decency in it's work's, seemingly a host of couth
We sought for a drama to decide, if a friendship is to lead?

Many more, simplicity's than order...
Ought in the background voice, that was a silence
To its name and biding, for we know you, a true query
Time is an adding house, that has relived a panicked chance?

Why?
Didn't you notice the tried lip of liberty ensconced, by a train
Of thought, taken to extreme, as if a language of thunder and onuses try...
Passage of reason into the realm of vicinity's can't, to seem lamed...?

Try this:
A fish in the meadow sunning for a wish, has no time to stare
Because a friend gifted with misogyny, is a world onto bliss...
Not much of a joke, but the call to happiness would be yours, to be fair

Speed?
And a whole drink of water, in the few of the night?
Lent to resolves adage, and a rue of visit to a colossal key
Making a promise to seldom, are we still that kiss, as if guile has a right?

Positive affirmation
Time in a tinny voice
Working for a living, pessimism...?
And ourselves in harmony's mirror, with scant a choice?

Care or fear, the simplicity?
Of another...
Turns of virtue, into a tortured liberty
To witness all of a uniqueness, an open bother

Look for me when I get to the sun
Ask me a fool's question for love, if I detest yours
Let the better of me, if hope ever comes to worthiness begun
Laugh at yonder risk and season of vow, if whimsy is lurid

A fruit of conscience...
And the taste in healthy answer's we know can, a promise
Of visited cares, and the sort's of patience's, we few in presence
Made for a saner tomorrow, that has a leaving pittance with a vice

Is it me, or is a soul without it, a walking nightmare?
Vacuous, vague and lent vicinity to a reality in anarchy's voice
Can a day with measure for a drive of time, bare a flaring
Temper, the bastion of a world to seek another, implicity of choice?

Insight on a vacation...
Merit in a running joke
What has no shoes until you get, there
And likes it that way, unless you poke?

A king...
Weal in the variety to exchange
The mention we approved as a thing
To languor and deprive, the silence we strange?

Does that mean we get to sneeze?
Habit and a lowly court
The fascination of method's in time, if not being these
The art of choices we know can, an estranged sort's...

Heed, the count of images that make us a luck...
Till we are the promise of a lucrish home
The applied and mighty tongue, will make the hill's amuck
To the point of simplicity in more, an actual thumb...

A queen...
Life to well wisher's and the import of cloth
We seek the moment's of callous history, in whim's
Of a step forward, if not the step back, in duress's ought?

Integrity has a cold shoulder for vehemence's sound
And logic of persuasion and heed, is our forte
The cares it took, and the irony we intimate, found
In the hands of youth, we will know is a mutual lore...

Passive none, and the sincerity of a vow
To question but the navel of a guarded hour, we term
To be, the inclusion of a world to situate with how
Ask but the cost of am's privilege, and see, the carefulness we earn...

Might in the rise of lands
Into a realm with a shared eye?
Taken to accept, known this way and that, ands
Have a grace, and make the day a useful one, like a night?

Many and the presence of mind of the ley...
Metered salt for sense's kind, and a rue of simplicity
On the shoulder and completing the gift of hands, may
We sit, and discuss a needy fate in it's disparity?

Truth or render like-wise?
Sincerity in a long run, among the guaranteed land...
Happy to see you, make the mention of will's of despise
With a craving home, and the sense to live well, can't...

A harrowing night survive the distance to reality we enjoy?
Look among your bedded friendship, or thoughts of mercy for it
Will a song in the meadow of times content, have a playing or a place, coy?
Residing in the need of another's trying, we have sensed a new whit...

Of patience in love with the daydreams we have never seen
Except to confirm the fallibility of somber youth
Where has a lucre's leader of vice and vehemence been?
Caught with the eye of night finally, is our vision one of couth?

See the curse, of suicide...
Made in real extremes for a light to examine the futures we direct
To a wishing whole, and by energy's unseen, confirm the light...?
Is our friendship with anarchy or anxiety, the very sight of pain elect?

Now is the time...
Of courage's rational, the taint or taste in hope
To look among the neglect of otherwise, is care a universal crime?
Like better eye's for better sleep than a bared night, has moment's to cope...

Maybe, thunder
Maybe, tradition...
Maybe, language?
Maybe, lightning...?

Since we, are here...
The tact of unanimous smiles?
Taken from a burden we hear...
Is a logic best served, to question ideology's while

Rued friends, with gaiety's clock to bare fair
Is this the risks of virtue, taken well?
Shrouded in comparison, as if a secret where...
In the nature of worth and ourselves?

Same side to all's difference
Courage and prowess of a form
Expression in the voice of a chance
Were we the spare, the total, the reason, or the norm?

Savior's of assumption
And the milestone of impressive could
Life in a haze come and gone, with time asking silence...
Is a thought for way known, kindred and should...?

Like nowhere come of age
We see the condition of merit come home
With a new hurry and joy, to its step, a music to face
With a reach for blue sky's and marvel's we know, owe a heart to roam

Tamed by the sight?
Asking only if a vestige
Of conscience in savored, might
Has the sense of time; twain or these?

Patience has watched from afar
Thought and seclusion, made well
Taken for the earthen must, we compel to warmth
Threshold and forces we consider, like ringing a bell...

Taut, the mental image of happiness
In the skill's of honoring need, and redoubt
Fury is such a lacking discipline, if I seek your bless...
Truth in its is and does, a witness act upon now?

How in the let, baring all...
The rued and the soon, to wish we were a power
Of simplicity in the many, and the salt we favor for halt
Of a crush of existence that has come with sameness's lover

Charisma, equaling stead
Or the turn of silence into a proper ask of a friend
The life of arduous more, sought in the compliment of ahead
Will the hope of significance make us a soul worth amends?

Portion
And the decency to know
A finish of compromise's risen devotion
Will a happy kind, save our all, for the deed's we owe?

Past with passed precisely
Tense and offered a clue and a cue
Of memory in the hand held by another, a lead
To ever the similarity we have, and know is coping, due

Look, where no man has seen
The kisses of earth, voiced with a strength
To live in the open, once more, and win
The careful race of poise's charity, to excuse by length?

Tenaciously, the could...
With a bandaged heart?
To look even more, into the eye's of should
The willingness, keep reasons we learn...

Of each other, and the oddity's of courses in truth
Will a half of liberty know to show itself, before us?
The waking hour, and its vision of hearing the might of youth
Has need's of welcome and distance to heed, that are thus...

Live with a promise
In the than, the yearning hopes we account
Richly to a life in merely, a simplicity of sigh's
And the actual lip of causes added, if not adroit to need, now

Past with passed precisely
Still by the couth of decency and its heirs, a resolve
Of callous means met in the end, of where passion is a key
Let in the creation of encouragement's sense, a patience to love...