Laugh of a wall...?
That has you for stoicness, might and many
Comparing heed, with an order for tall
Tales, the coming host of complacency, we find any?

Does a rhyme remember to consider a stir, enough?
Can its demeanor, begin a rue with sake and life?
Was the course of neediness, a rosey future to love?
Will we select ourselves, for a vice and or it's strife?

Leading the way, to admiration made...?
And making patronage a friend due
The tried eyes of hospitality, to question meant for said
Works of remembrance, confuse only the who...

Sojourn with a poet
That has put a care in charisma's arms...
Swift understanding, and the adversity of a longings loft
Will sour notice, or need's sophistication, become a heart that chose, warms?

Iota of better times...
Still the wayward order, to a clash with cleansing hope
With the irony of decency, we foretell as a sincere sighing
Has the voice of the unmistaken, curiosity's astute cope?

Whole of not, keeping time
Through the liberty's we stole, for a kiss
Saving every privilege, energy for such a crime
Without your order and call of when, the real tis'...

Sour advances, for a threshold of succor, sanity is in love...
With your few, the torrid and the sight of horrors
Made for the stark, nature of giving another covenant
Treasures and sulking ours, the taste of life, so foreign?

Patiently, the appeal of yesterday
Today, in our hands, to claim a nature good enough
For integrity, the joy you hide is a nefarious place
Made for guilty heads, and slick tales, becoming love...

Paradise in a throe of agony, to come again?
Lift the spirit of opus, to our seldom, the tears
Of courage and its whimsy, conscience to win
The time of its life, where home hears your insolent fears?

Prayer's? a coping and austere face from history
Candid enough to look before the leap, of communion
Into the sight of reality, where sophistication has its worry
Does a marveling heart, save you from destiny, with what I ruin?

Ought, in an ordinary way
Secure, in the knowledge
Succinct, to what may
Focusing suggestion to a malady, its rage

Long looks at a growing concern
The taste of popularity, has a sight
That quickens at the touch of works
Of cope and sorrow, sophisticated enough, to might?

May not do that...
The lingering offer of simplicity to chaste
Tones of voices we have disguised, as a hosts what
And whose, the albeit stone of ridicule, case by case

Chance grows in tree's
Change grows in the fertile winds
Charity grows in the hands of dreams
Challenge grows in the voice which minds

Choking on a tear?
Saved beyond realm and norm, feasible?
And looking upon a torrid example of what we fear
The drama of passion to shield us, from ought liable...

A token appreciation, the known in direct opposition
Time is a ready champion, with a light for wayward might
Kept until saved from a burden in lament, a question
Is the weapon we chose, not the guidance of torment to sight

Light we will know...
Today is tomorrow
And girl is boy, boy is girl, affirmation is more?
And the yesterday of when seclusion borrows...

Intimate, isn't it?
A sweeter pocket of use, than a call to earn...
The wisdom of vantage, and aiding honors, a whit
Of generosity in the few, never a same to learn...?

Infinite, isn't it?
Paces of passion and their reply
To sake found, found in the arms of gallantry, a gift
Of solitude, we defend is a cause of sincere silence?

Incarnate, isn't it?
Instinct in an oddly approved circle, the look
Of when a sanity is a guard, and worth to let
That knew one thing better, than a shall forsook...?

Insurmountable, isn't it?
Whether in vain accord, the knock of a door...
Is a shrewd commit, speaking of the harbored liberty?
Of a decency in around eyes, but learning the gesture we were...

Intangible, isn't it?
Implied charisma, the stone of vice owing an age, that has
The comparison of youth, with a redoubt to suppose, meant
A whistle in ordeal's rain, is a house that prophesied wishing was...

Instinct, isn't it?
Paradise of a sulking heed, if not heathen to wish this, a calm
Is a grace before heaven, to admit a reaching lip, is our needy since
With an angel, that knew the reasons begin a reality of all...

Paces, past a passion?
Stead and sunshine, toward
Freedom, we see your voice's lasting
In the strength of words, order and pardon?

Living, the tows of history
Sake one foot forward, and looking back
When the tale is for a kiss, that loves an epistolary
Known this way and that, just that, we lack

Shared poise, in a larger than life
Picture of dalliance, we adjust to needs light
The moment of secret's and the roguish smile of sight's?
Ask, is it wrong to fall in love with a sensibility's right?

Caring and staring, but for the absence of many fates
Sates irony on the move around the guarantee of shyness...
Simply the character of sincerity, living well in questions and statements?
Of choice and chastity, to learn the role of another history's bless...

Hands of repose, shook with a rule of strangers...
Per the dream of the all of silences more, the intuition of shares
We call a burden in callous wishes and wizened change
Begin a worlds inheritance, if worth is to be, our charisma?

Tall kisses
Ready to say, and give may
Real interest, is beauty in wishes
We showed for a laugh, and a day

Taller dreams
Work so avid, the calm
Of wisdom to inform us, the winds
Sake a risen care, the question's of all

Talk
And see the coming have
No notion without a repose in love to walk
And see the strength we gave

Talking to the wall
Energy's voiced, voted to compose
A sincerity for you, to seek our bastion, the gall
Of opposites in lot's, we understand are to owe

Taking the time, and nurturing a shadow of change
Will a friend or its lover, be a guardian of what is justice...
In the light, a shared intellect to venture for days
That began here, with a smile we kept, to wizen...

Care of a friend
In front of a bowl of soup
Alphabet, to be exact, and a spoon you should lend?
If fury or fruition, is to ever be a truth?

Silent opportunity
For a little pepper, the risks of homage
In a curious way, will sincerity become divinity?
When droll acceptance is a favor to come, with advantage?

Cause trying, and the call of unction to the fore
Are you coming on to me?
The stir of facts in the intuition offered
Has the distinct vanity to observe, formality

Peace in a round eye, the toil of acquired taste
Taken with us, and the turn of spare questions
Into facades of character and chaste
Will a rise of fortune, know when a season has blessing's?

A finished bowl of soup...
And the chance of bared liberty's, showing an answer
To the age old, and decidedly more than average couth
Paces of instinct, and spaces to think, a soup has been served...