Salty tooth
With a problem for uniqueness
Tall orders for humanity, a salt we rueth
In vague ways, the courage it took, I guess...

And an age old, tribulation
Force and merit make the better eye
Take the time, to loosen an intuition
That has the voice of an angel, but the belly for sides

Strength's so sordid
Trust and hours until the chaste of vexation?
Inclined feet, to welcome a future marvel, in hidden
Eyes, the total of justice is a longing look for insular...

More, and the tout of a new friendship
Seen this side of hell, the looming heat
To question the nature of senses we fit
Into neat boxes, the truth to live once, with God to meet

Shown the door, taken with the first and the last
To tell a different story, then the embarrassment of crying
For a salty tooth, that has seen the imagined pass...
Of courtesy, curious enough to share a kind, a trying

Sense, a tiger
Low and spare, the forest
Has a new name, sharing aspire
Set if went, met if silent, get if lest

Powers of distance, the risk in appalling
Through and vice, today we hear darkness
Save a star that has need, a rage in all hands
The tow of treatise, to favor a kind, in seasons

None of the above? and a star when swallowed
Home is where the heart is? a darkness to avoid
See, the promise I chose? despair is never sense hallowed
Look for a friend in a biding? name me after home, and a choice

In kisses...
We see the total of a moment to claim
The good nature of portent's wishes
Made to come for a severity, in our hopes and dreams...?

In hisses...
Still alluded too, a might to mention the neglect
Of a question in a sour beauty, we seek as is
A stare of sincerity challenged, with the fruit, we reflect...

In misses...
This hour of season and control, is an alive avarice?
That has seldom in our lap, the tact of dour promises
Like a half of solemn stares, are we in the direction of a sigh's?

In cities...
Spare as comforting hap can be, friends of a future
See the hope you make for a sign, that ends in oblivions litany
See the rose comfort a child, in it's tree, with a fire so curious...

Introduce the spy...
Color and needs in a round eye, with cloth to spare
Have aged weal, with a soul for heathen to admire
The tow of your fame, a salty stare at a shined coin, with no character...

Haunt of a fire
Set to charisma
Silence excepts indigency, an ire
Somewhere, forte is a class above

Destined meanings
So around, for a very
Intoned stoic, a heart of gleaning's
Has voiced our feeling, to carry

On...
The price of compare
Sense in a taste, so long
Shown become, become share

Since we are...
Chosen to cope, lest of bother
More of a vanity, than war
We are the hope we utter

Life to a limit
With a callous guard, selection
Of a warmth and poise, ours to whit?
Can the eyes of did, have our soul, to the ends of an intuition?

Share a tone
Of voice, set to right's
Composed of a courage's home
Simplicity to move, among might's

Kisses that alienate works?
Let in the burden's we accept are, is
Time meant form, spirit, and certainty?
Sharing the tone of bliss...

Tall memory's, worth haste's moment
Complete in the eyes of life sulking
Hap, to admit the light relents
Here is a wish, wizened face's found integrity's halting

Presumption irony, the tale of a cause
Baring the stone of consideration, a walk
Of promises and unique longevity; a reason seen, a reason thought
Truth in its marvel, to select silence as a fate's fulfilment...

Tired eyes, with consciences to direct...
Given over to antiquity, gall and gaiety without...
A tranquility learned, a quiet to reflect...
God in his mercy, climbing to sense, to pout...

Born to peace?
An avid picture, living well to do
In the grasp of others and wise, adding a feats
Surprise, like the common exhalation of who...

Burdened with irony
Stirring the sight of contemplation
Sulking has me by the familiarity
Of a concern, in the name of popularity again

Bought wisdom, purposed energy
Sensitive voices to affirm the notion
My brief encounter with fame, is a human decency
In distance and harmony, for a liberty's portion

But, is the silence I break, a tradition?
Today is a behalf to understand, harrowing or courtesy
The ripeness of our tongue, to collect an intimation
Will a survivor of my promises, begin to worry?

Beguilement
And the tone of a required voice, to the table
With the past, present and forever known to relent
Is my notion to accept you, from fact or fable?

Baby
Long in could, modest if apprehension shows true
Saving guarantee, if graceful eyes, seem to bestow anarchy
Letting us and a friendship in heaven, come complete to you

Pies in a round eye
Shown to be, the coming rain
Reigning with ourselves, mirrors or lies
To take advantage of a meager silence, that came

My name...
Pride in a rolling haze
Suggesting the health of compliment, to shame
The world you seek, is a round eye in a daze

My calling...
To wishes that subtlety claimed is vanity
Doors of acquired tastes, and the bother of falling
Into sincere enough arms for a rush of sanity

My home...
Songs that care for one step more, thresholds
Of courage with a stiff upper lip, see the known
Like a friend has two fates, willful or guidance's jewel's

My number...
Tree's of fortitude and exaction, expecting one in return
Totaled hindrance and careful reasons, taken to fruit of the humbler
Advance of conscience on a rule of thumb, that is a prowess's quiet earn

My silence...
Is bought by it, et al
Judged like the marvel, we tell a story to, on the chin
Living day to day, in a head to share, what will...

Ice we keep
In deep pockets and sore eyes
Looking well, for a space to reap
The rise of joy, as a callous dole we were, sigh's

Let with sour, the role of cope
Saved in the airs and heed of cloistered kind
Will we find the since, a shadow and a light to hope?
Powers of entourage to carry forth, the mind

Sanity in view
Patience is a word to the wise, with no poise
To collect the irony, without an hour, that is anytime soon
Found in the lips of fury first, than a friend of our only choice

Ice is an enemy...
With a soul for the fights we understand
For a decency worst, and a judgment for what was coy
Like a lion that never began a race, without you to question...

We have found water, we have found what
Is a challenger with anger in our loft of arrogance
To discuss an answer, that has the mind of discipline so mutual
That the energy of uniqueness is the blessing of wisdom's amends

That have never, and been for a friend
Looking softly for a lam of difference and hours, until cold
Shoulders have the voice of complacency, to issue a new sign
Of sense in sides and avarice, which when sated, are us to behold

Lots of words no one can understand, without becoming one
**** or the obvious smart, the hindrance we avoid is us anew
That has become the house and home, of mediocrity we won
From the silent and chiding swallow, we never knew, without you