Timely joke
About the tears of the sky
Sweet ingenue, and the irony we poke
Is a crusades of sorts, to make all of a nigh

What if a justice took it that seriously?
A chance meeting with argument's shadow
And a wish in the breeze, the tale to earn a lead
Of symmetry and its advance, a place of gladness to owe

Sincerity is such a rascal, looking for ideas
That provoke rest and relaxation, to become alive
The taint and the wonder of same, so much time to free
With a recourse in cares, with opportune sight, to give

Pence, and labor of a summation kind
The treasured glance of another to find liberty
In the course and candor we eschew is long in mind
And few in through guarantee, looking for possible anarchy

Thus the joke, heard once in a presumed ideology, the toil of senses
We have worked with, even know in careful charisma
What has a day with the likes of you, but does not want it to end?
Having only ourselves to blame, is decency such a lousy dilemma?

Kings and queens, might and things
Superior to be subtle, and irony in the swing
Beauty is a tall drink of waiting, beginning with you
Wishing a hard place the better of days dreams to

Polite, the face offered
Many, fate and doles to prophecy
Slick buttons on a friends cares, rain and tides
From the sore eyes of conscience, with its shares and sides

Dancing into view...
Promises in the now, named for today
See the sweet until, we advise is our rest
From the ingenue we detail, as if friends missed...

Sway and use the curve of the wind
Particular in its needy romance, a friend with a taste for kin
In character's glance, at the triumph of others
Saving every twist and mundane move, to see what bothers

Prevalence, is the first to cry...
Naked thought's for a unity to see our why
Wishes of funny vanity, to tell us no lie, to cherish
With our patience so keen, the quiet of another wish

Patience notices the accusation, the excuse of simplicity
Well worth a wealthy then, just to keep a need alive to be
Once and for all, the tout of justice in love with implicitly
Give me a kiss, spoken to real causes we favor and due, the time is me...

Houses of completion and the diary of sensation met
Secret's foretold to be an angel, if worry ever marries the lead
Conscience and its first, if not last ought of another solace
We may take for compromises and whole chaste, but the might, none the less...

Purpose we should keep, granted a few...
And good nature, the life of a jewel?
Sent to autonomy we figure, is profound
Rascal's and the airs of futures, ever allowed...

A smirk, to dilly dally
Willful, the common to propose fully
Of a moment in silence, we expect chosen?
With the conscience we add, and know holding

Serious, the tale of aging
Which and worthier, causes we are facing
To take a gander at the cold, where a heathen has
The kind and condition, we claim is satisfaction at, last

Meet, the meted hope
Gestures and curious purity, we found for a loan
Between each other and the seen heed, convene...
Will courage know us, when determination has come, to these?

A day of sneezes...
A dragonish reply to airs of fortunes in being...
Blessing is such a small guidance, to what is here's lead...
To a tomorrow we never know, without ourselves given need...

Bent
****** a suggestion, we all remember
Terror is such, a universal call to whence
To see if you are who you say you are...

Angel's
And the serious stare of particularity
Savage enough for a rue of anxious wealth?
In these siring doors and amorphous rarity...

Hell
So sweet to a reaching friendship, is once if to be?
A secret, but is our finished repose, the austerity we find fell?
And will a charity of courage's woe, have the sense to anarchy?

Heaven
Silence realizes the world for us, beauty to claim?
A new season of conscience, that is the gift of needs
Looking but the court of heroism, will a sound meet, fame?

Golden
Care for an outright safety of humbleness, like a mother
And the share of properness, is past with care as a token
Of consider this, the place of forces and the truth to bother?

Gaits
So sour, the notion to deliver the resources of courtesy
Except; to remind a home of deliberate couth, we are many
And the crowd of won, is on our way to becoming fears irony

Siblings
Pain in each, an echo of what was a remorse on the move?
Logic in a longing loan, if a nature for fear, has an interest welling
Beyond a supposed careless whisper, we hear is now a reason to love...

Hope with a practiced eye...?
Fall's and discipline in a universal tussle
With composure, to signify the kind
Told in certain language, are we a future in gains, to well...

To share in the know, a tale of unity
Spare to us, adroitly passing the recollected time
With the still churning fate and done, a reflection's key?
Was a heralded candor, the truth in candid trying?

A new covenant; a new hug...?
Depression is such a finality loosed, a race with bidden shares
Meant to urge the next of kin, the lengths I took to love
Are, a harrowing heed, that has come to these with our cares...

Mention in a row, of could, the name be yours and mine?
Showing the sorts of life and liberty, does a lot expect about a tear?
Waiting on the course, the view, of a righting mind?
Going through the motions to understand a whole reply, with the notion of fear?

Ten fingers to explain an unction of kind, yet the share of ordeals?
And else, the spare timidity to grasp a duress's idea...
Thrown the light of compliment, and the adage of politics, a future war?
With but a universally given past, that has a help for decency's freedom, begun?

Demonweed
Hell we are, out on the highway
Salt and sin, essential to miracles we avoid
Saving you from the sunshine, that has it to say...

Shadow shadow, another separate irony
For the tongue of us, a hallowed guard
Set to clarity in a scope, to defer to righteous agony
Of a battled hour, with sour punch, comes the sweet ward?

Speak of the devil, ready to have another sense
Of liberty in a careful world, and the tooth of commotion
Still ready for the mirror, to tell a tale that with suspense
Is a road **** waiting to happen, the truth in a bothered devotion?

To time with a tale, that has begun before we even care
Staring at the fallen, the gaiety of alien, shares
So identified by clashes with hindrance, an evil liar...
With no eyes for seclusion, seldom in spells of where?

Spare condition, and a meted cotton panel to adjust
The route to tomorrow with Satan's looking glass, a hassle
Come to life in our hopes and dreams, to know a curiosity of us
Was a bitter harvest of money and its eye sore, worth a contrite soul?

Demonweed
Happy little cry, about a patience beyond the wheel and out
Who is a contrary force to be reckoned with?, and who saw the deed...
Of composure seeing the coming, of a new half, of when audacity's pout

Today is no *****...
Sweat and ideology to fathom a worldly tow
Succinct to issues and perplex, the of the reach, rich
In autonomy's wish, for a coming seed of when time loves

A hardship with arduous names, that calm the silence
We find in few, the tarter error of cursing, than it will
A shrewd norm, a spry atone, to which it on the chin
Considers the guarantee of ideal loans to be, an awkward pill

Energy in abundance, and factors of common communion, need
The irony you seek is a lover, with the time
Judged to be the courtesy of deliberation and frontal she'd
The token we adjust to giving's light, to be a turn at trying

A place named for heathen gift's
More to see, one - two - three
Adding the hate we saw in your stride, an irony which lift's
Only when desperation has a clue, to accept the honor of eaves?

Proud, and doting on a courtesy in final advance
We seldom with occur and favor, a unique charity to keep a breed
Of unique silence, that has shown its mention and message to us
A wall of sense and disparate curiosity, in the name of thee...