Youth to warn
A crime's table in this heat, a strength to warm
Sat outside for a clarity to bespeak more
Than a clash with indoors, a suitable karma

Birds are the first to visit
Bitter choices and the rise of a neglecting fight?
To chances in league, the memory of vice and whit
Saving an alarm, of sensation in the know, we might?

A doling fox, surprised by the curiosity
Will ask in no certain terms
Is pace a suggestion or an imagined sin, in a sultry
Past we will know, the coming and going of norms

A crazier cat, waiting on the stir of the wind
Will advise a shadow of a chance, a life in the balance
Of conscience and or courtesy, is a lover to mend
The totals and heed, that make us know the light for substance

A wandering man, taken with the time
What is it for, the room to surmise youth is a craving?
Sent from here to eternity, the tows of courage learn to cry
At the slightest chance of a sit, what is society saving?

A child knows the answer, placing heed before a common distance
To sit in plays charge, a host of concern and bitter arms to remember
Truth in a language we explain, is live by instance
The foolery of consideration to take it all to pain, for better sinner's?

Snow was my first...
Places to tell the world to come, does
Through the ides of irony, eventually worst...?
The count of sincerity in a future, won with hoary love?

Tales told carefully before you...
Terror and a lip with time to tell
Loans of call and courage, to select our fate, due
Shown the sour ways we depart of pain, for a wish in hell...

The times in may's meaning, to keep another, kind...
Needy is my view, a stare of rendition
And honor, come to firsts as if to find
A heat of cope and sophistication, with simplicity's intuition?

Promise me anything but a shared light?
And see the curiosity of my worth, become my deed
Saving from the could, excuses in the faring, of senses mighty...
Will a world of beauty come to collect all, become any's lead?

Contrary to philosophy and the ailing we find
Time is an around need, with sensitivity's virtue
Giving me, a whole of space and despair, as long as heed serves?
The tone of my choice, and never the voice of hope, even and due...?

Tones of choice
Chance meeting with a lead
Sorts viable, to which we voice
Rhymes of dismay, and sharing dread?

Spare few, somewhere further up the road
Seeing the cold shall, today is a reach
Of promised culture, we accept to hold
The tongue of doldrum and fate, a worldly each

Token shrewdness, the act of harmony...
Staid and fancied with refrain's, of composure
Tenuous to expect, a relationship with an enemy
That stole our kisses, with a muse, clever...

Sunshine that didn't believe in heat
Hence an instinct, that regret's your might
Anecdote in favor, of redoubt to finish it's meet
With a resolve profound, that even will, a sight

A sock puppet...
A roguish season to smile, with candor...
A cherub in the eaves, to hush the trumpet...
A walking nightmare, with a real enough hunger, for...?

It ain't me...
It ain't need...
It ain't seen...
It ain't lead...

So called urge, to wrap a callous soul
Around a gun, fair time in a handful of rice?
Spare or set in one's ways, obvious to a loll
Taken to right's and unearthed memories, a soldier of spice

Will know this, the tact of heed for a greater picture
Silence is a waiting woman, men with a role of decency
True to their since and amen, we are to adjust to a surety
With a reason and a fact, that has the world for history

Intellect, for a finished lip
In the swoon and rhyme, we select for dance?
Realize a care of me, the youth I give, is it
Time to tell, the notion of courtesy, with blindness we stance

****, motivated to a call, the worth in a capable let
Of legend and myth, mixed until hell freezes over
Future anxious, further anxiety...
Has you on the fence, with a sense, of younger lover's?

Judge honesty, in the yard...
Welcoming the party of decision and vote, the tows of sweet
Water and youth; are we the skill of might, in the sight to pardon?
Saving you from the done, and by willing forces, a livid secret...

Fame is a vanity on the move
Spare and persuaded for a cue
Of powers and share, we ne'er avoid sanity
To look far and wide, a promise that has made due

Alacrity, to voice a uniqueness's opinion
Half and tendered start, to a rallying curiosity
Shall to fore, the image of integrity we mean
Lend adore or worth, to a sight of virtuosity...

Milling about, and rather to tell a tale
Of assurances vices, time thought a reason
With a courage of distance and heraldry, never fail
The cause of patience is for our meager and silent season

Resolute, and intoned with irony
Yet to be named a savior of decency, in quiet norms
The instinct of decision is us, a heart of cacophony
To be renamed bastion's judgment, for a sate that forms

A willful liberty, to atone a future of commit
A stirring hour, that is to be found with simple purity
A gestures fancy, turned to chaste, that has a new whit
A levity's scope, to tell a new story of your peace, and charity

Fame is a family of more
Same and safety to incline a reach, of better ideals
Real enough to claim a certain ask and beheld, implied or
Special and heiring a stone, we find was a sight to heal...

Friends and lovers
Sat for the question, we live to be
Asked this thought, over and over
Will a hopes seclusion give us time, to need?

Truth and fondness
Till a clover has its music, a wish
In the stars to remain, the courage to bless
A tale of summation, we found for a kiss...

Patience and handsomeness
Taken to reason, the irony of another here
And now the fun we season with a smile, coming for us
The turn of history into a waiting gift, too liberal to near?

Resolve and heroism
Today was the idea, the hour to ponder
Thoughts of conscience in a handful of kindness
Strong in the voice we let, limes and light we wonder...

Story's and worthiness
Simple ideals in love, with a new guidance
Of virtue in our esteem, the ironic guest
To know, in vice we sow, hearts of romance?

Steadfast
And arriving in bared eyes, to darken a room
Curious over the name of a voice that has
The time, with a risk to turn long looks, of doom...

Into a vanity of sorts
The walking upheaval or the heed of a share
We find too much more than a pace of distance, and mores
Of a clash with sincerity that has the look of simple care

Wall's, begins the voice
Have two names for it, et. al.
Heroine, we see your destiny, the total of choice
Made to order and select its own, as if flowers predict well

Dourly, the notion of implied faces, and their new nature
Of a waiting star, some were about, some were now
Some were a hero, to know seldom with a such, a curiosity
In the spare tastes and freedoms we make a romance, so how...

Turns of light into a sharing heart?
The sacred in a wondering heat, is a creation to view a need
With the solemn, to say with a new voice, shall and part
Let the day save its wealth in our hands, the person and the deed

Beauty so let, daring a legend
Have a soul for a second, something to do...
With a season to say when, a here after in tradition
Is our blessing come from the beginning, we knew...