Legend of a treasure
Safely, we hope, in the causes we dare
Have the tell tale advantage, to promise curiosity
Is a friend in the end, to which we hear:

Purpose under the roof
Room to tell the difference, to a past
That has the right at last, to linger with aloof
Simplicity, a have of decency and the callous way, we ask

A share of sense
A bared ends
A loved wish, with kin's
A freedom to tell life, we amend

Low and true...
The turn of chaste, into a happier could
Couth we will know, the example of when idea's are due
The times justice, and the cares of tenacity, yearning for who

Prince of darkness...?
Worth, if in the eye of redemption, so savored
Until limitation has served its first, and less
It be the last, haste will a sanity to favor...?

A grace for accepting, the total of candidness of an ideal world
And its privilege, to be and welcome a harrowing hope...
To the conscience of ostentatiousness fold, an open word
With decision's might, right's abounding in the part of cope...

Sweet adage, and the avarice of complexity served
The truth, in a clashing hour, we same with spry simplicity...
A conscience that has consideration for sometimes, sense and certainty
The talent of composure before conscience, and callousness before sensitivity?

Like the wares and common price of liberty?
These aging light's, these earnest carriages...
Of creation in a focused light, is arduous and avidness to seem...
Pasts and futures that lead to mores, forth season's, mission...

Family's of context, control and capable love...
Known a finished kiss of redoubt, that need has named lore...
That see's the charity you quell, and dwell with, a poises covenant
Of guesses at heed's honor, that comes to this, will we be shown multitudes or the poor?

Merciless fantasy
Acrid hours to demand we take to us
Speed and harrowing let, the ace and the intendancy
True to sulk, succor and since we are thus...

A light in the night, coming on
Sour happenstance and nerves of steel
Were the object of my desire, a rose to come all along
And history to make the check of altogether, and heal

Shadows I never know
Without works of implication and ourselves
In a new days grasp, the place and paces we owe
Like a butterfly in the breeze, worth asking delves...

Passion we tell, is our hand in tones
Of pressure and sincere tows, to resolve what yearns
Seclusion for the stoic, a time to understate our loans
Of conscience, have a season of similar bitterness, that earns...

Sorry, no man above the board
Without the merit we find, for a simple accusation
To know a friendlier world, the seed and the word
With cope for a certainty's might, the baring of intuition...

Fresh and disciplined?
Focus and method, to serve an hour me?
Safety in a grossing halt of when, silence has come
Through an ironic storm and over the seasons, I see a lead keep

Long in the tooth, if not the use of truth
Suppose and fear, the counting we hold, to live
And let means be are's many, in hopes of youth
We give the news of courage, a new name to since

Properness
And the light of a lucre we afford with evidence
And its moment with love, to compare a wisdom
Of contrivance, to a welcome fury of what was our chances

With time, to till a question in the wind
Meaning a sorts and cohorts we make, in patience served
And patience looking for a nightmares kiss, mind
Us, we have screamed in vanity's ear, but know the price of a turn

Of conscience into a lover of our ideas
Our mystique and its offered job, joy costs an alienation
Priced exactly nothing of strength and cope, in these freedom's
Was a mindful seldom enough to consider any a prayer under our intention's?

God, and the voice of his angel's
Mated with atrophy incarnate, the taste of acceptance of sin
More than ought, and else to whether the silence we knew, fell
From history for a hand of sense and its idea, are we that we are, amends?

Confirmation of a star one night...
From the best and the blessed of meager vice anon
Sanity is a jaundiced hurry with a chastity to righten
Itself among the throng, when all have seen it, the charisma to look among

A penny saved is a penny earned
But a purse with an open mind, is yours to confirm
Let with ought and a gander of salt, the shrewd do save occur...
Sparing the gift's of toward, like a dependency to learn?

Money is a shape of decency of time to come
Let like a harmony in lore's, we affirm is mightier to mention
A lucre capable to sulk, and inspire the succinct thumb of home
Of crescendo in league, with a memory for each rational intention...

Time meet omit...
Timidity's adventure with tumultuousness
Through the sweeter candor we can accept, to invite liberty
To a reality of cherish and privilege, that is ourselves to wish...

Privacy is a bliss?
Took to hours and rendition, the tale of guidance
We made if stress and vertigo, of a numbing history's prestige
Total's of character and vice, if a mind to ask, "Was resolve meant, patiently your amends"

Chastely, the rue, and the exception of a school of thought
Waiting upon the course and moment of causes set forth
Known like a remnant challenge, we have for the clash of us, in parts
And aspire, the truth if not the jewel of aloof, fear for the poor...?!

Legend of doles
Doles at history
History in a relative focus
Focus to quicken, and worth a story

Special consideration
For a life we never knew, without you
Speed and justice, the smile of complication
Taken forever, to the wishes you made for home

Promises we saw, and attest to calms
Serious enough for a lucid chaste, charm in a sense
Of passion and heroism, that knew a quiet amid the qualms
Of conscience in tow, and the patience of baring the amends

Does, a heart see true?
Has, a welfare of other's seek to give
Few, and the season of spontaneity we know due
Still to you, and the irony we preach, is to live

Futures we know can, a heed
Of all that is searched for and letting a many
Become the spare and specialness of a whole breed
To come and find in the rough, of a liberty we any

Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...