Interest in a calling
Bird, rhyming with the day
"Simple worth in a reckoning wish, before sunlight falling"
"Should a season without them, take the share in a ray?"

Simple news for a coming season...
The rise and faring of the land
To awaken and see, the charity to a showing song
That began with here, and end with what we and...

Total's of presence of mind?
To save the curiosity of another fate, befriended by solace?
We deem and care for, the patience of history before kind
Anticipation, and the role of leaving the news with fate's may...

Shallow to a reality, that came with portrayal?
Time in a long row of surmise, known for a smile...
Taken to living's resolve, we seek for better heart's of stay
That has taken the day, with a reasoned shape of all the while?

The birds know this, but a man or woman may not...
True to another kept, and with, a share in careful couth
Has a courtesy to see, and a conscience to taste, in lots
Of health we can see, and heed we can begin in another's youth?

Penny left to me
Penny in the news, a stated alarm
Penny set to sight's, a song in a key
Penny liberated, from the misery and it's charm

Penny with a frightened stir
Integrity to vouch in the distance
A light of common surprise, to this world, unearthed
We are the dance of voices, that come and go, in shadows

Wink's cost the chance...
But *** is a role we all can play...
Sour vantage and the salt of curiosity, amends...
We afford with each other, where grounds of patience come to say...

Decency was a fool for us
Made to accept the actual and the pangs of heed, moment's
Of its kind, and nature of a length of a bared hush
Is a wall to understanding, that has become prayer's and relents

Shame it had to be youth, though...
Coming and going with a smile to issue a cheerful plea
Sincere, the name of composure in our midst, a wish and a couth
Time to understand the twinkle of a star, that has seen me

Least and privacy, the salt of courage for a fleeing night
Known to be, a carnal lip, but where is remorse so sated
If not the wealth, of seed and conscience that came to age in rights
In the limelight of urges and contempt, we now keep lest, fated

Liking the box
No, non, nowhere in play
Severe the sound, of a tolling music, see the lock?
Patient information will secure a keeping past, to hate

Pinch of popularity for you...
Soiled lip's and avarice, all in a blessing's row
Shape and deference, will we excuse who...
Is to be, alacrity with a brazen voice, a song we owe?

Taint and pander...?
Reaching for misery's ghosts, aloof justice
In the bow of our wonder
Is a friend in need, still a friend in a meant paradise?

Questioning the ****, the vices of common poise
Willing and sensitive, the truth in a handshake...?
We will remember with a new choice, the eclectic sort's
Of a coming history, with the place and name of a fate?

Treasure in a hurried eye, to well at the sight of my promise
Tender chances and their mores, wasn't a future so refined...
Callous as a wish with the wind, in a sail to clash?
The roses provided save all for a wait, of another and a sign...

Dancing with the devil...
Where I've been, where I've stolen a kiss
Shame in a droning beat, to these we pray of a savior, living with stilled
Stars and veracity, to claim a service of comprehension as is

Heat
And the divine judgment of cool rhythm, even cooler running
To adjust to the stir of a pathetic misogyny, in the name of we
See of habit, ode and brief need; as a climate for heed, gunning...?

Named for sexes nature
Willful and observing the taste
In a relationship's source, an open curiosity
To question and answer the bared promise

Will we step over that line?
Has it ever been anything but...
Salt in lore and its composed shadow in time
Will we save the rue of growing thought's and spaces meant

Shall we begin?
The tooth of religion
In sour ways, we take the times to overture, in a careful horizon
To see the chastened, the simple, and the prodigy of again

Seeing is believing if you have no eyes...
But might makes risen worlds, a named shame to fight?
When all of a shrewd thought in your direction, is having spite
The tow of unity is ours, for a joke and a song of what is right?

Yes
I do, and with a remnant kiss to remind
The thief of assumption in the many, is me with a lest
Anger that comes to these, for a legend of sense, so sublime...

Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...

Remember the all, is more
Whether and ancient fashion, to a welling night
Reality see's your moment, and it's sore
Kind, if not keep of silent right's

Shall we advance, to the imagination
Of a creed, in the stir we have selected
For a friend in need, and a seldom seen
Marvel of conscience to what a mind reflected

Playing in the storm, we had our commotion
True to times and harbored thought, feel the nerve of the world...
Shadows and spice, and everywhere with a fellow to question
Is a looking ought, or is a walking with it's decision, asking us to word...?

A song by God?
Thread and honor's impression, with a callous stone
To enable the redoubt of a coolly made heed for laud
Sent to is and issues, and isn't and isolation, without a being home?

Yearn and show the worth of a new friendship, we are here...
To be bold, and brash, the benign rational of a hopeful candor
To enrich a momentary lapse of understanding in the vote, of we're
The clash of simply the service to an ideal, with a wish's harmony

Form here to eternity...
A wave of surmise, and sakes, if decency
With a rolling heed, and the calm we needed
With the hath of a naked moon, roses in history...

Look, and see...
Tomorrow on a painted lip, taken to a wishes heart
The threshold of ****, and show your mind me
Another whether about, or with however's reach we knew would start...

A timid race, sharing the panic
And the **** of agony, for the hurting touch
Of what once was a marvel, and now a season so tragic...?
Luminous atrophy in the hands of earning, for another youth, all too suicide for much...

Finalize and seldom, to rhapsodize again in endless opinion
The archaic horses of numbing freedoms, music in the heavens?
Worth once more, and the lauded harmony we win
The childhood of anger, we appreciate with pining's heathen...

Suppose for once:
Compassion's legend of lover's let in a leap, as if the industry of hope
Sacred sincerity taken to an intuition and yearning, of golden sorts, worth begun
Looking one more time, for a friend with a head for a daydream's call, and a nefarious joke...

Kings in wiser halves and starts, stops of indecency
Fateful so a final lip, soul's liberty in ably love, to finalize hunger?
Among the sky and the blame we make, for a salt to find all's history...
Welcome to the star, say we, that said good bye to a bitterness we know you have sung:

Pretty privilege, and the courage that knew you, so well...
The imagination we chose, with the terror of strength, in hours
Asking from heard to epitome, and the adding of common risks, like a bell
We see your cause is real, if not in a mentioned world, so lover's...

Had the time of their lives, if not a delicate balance with reason's shudder
Of a cold shoulder, a shrewd navel, and a legend of jewels
That have it to say, the count of cares, and the gifts of leaders
To a flame, of when a head full of seclusion is pulpable, without angst to spare the rule...