Today was a noisome tree
Long in turns and earns of a wiser truth
Taking stock, in the forces that make us be
And the common riches of worth, to understand youth

Austere following behavior
Into the mass of seclusion, that is a realm
To make our, forever...
Wishing but for a companion, the hour is a blessing still

Conscience is a fiery runner, taking a hill
With the sincerity and aplomb of firsts ought
And a wind of compliance second, the luck of will
A heralding guess at purpose, be the boding of worlds we not

Spare and choosing us over the everything of they, even once upon a time
Speed of consumption and by resolve, the thorough
Have the voice, to question an open remark, made by sense trying
Was half of hence and was, the better friend of me to keep know?

Shadows of change, and the scope of unity to serve the imagined
Wealth and sides of travail, that come to us in the mar of certainty
Understated if courage, overwhelmed as if a sameness is a sung
Liberty kissing litany, ever the prowess of since, if living is to begin

Look long in the tooth, and ready for more?
Coming with hope, to see the fate of charisma's that will invoke?
A lover's chance in the done, the toil and season of couth, we were?
Till a strength of what was romance, has seen the day is no joke?

Penny traded, for simplicity to roam
The tale of exaction in a flying leap, to welcome another to the run
And blessing of home, that becomes the irony we adjust, to love's shown
Here is a fascination worth the letter, if not the cue of when was was the introduction of aims, a honor to come

Penny darling
Where do the foxes hide?
When a man sings to winds
All of virtue is in sight...

Spent remnancy, austere
The coping future
Asking, if wars are to openly fear...?
As friend or foe, as if we were?

The tongue of blessing
Mercy in a vice, for eating edges
Of discuss, in this world, is a guessing
Tooth, the role of visiting life's, rages?

Dances with dread
Mighty and omnipresent
Succor to a finish, somewhere ahead
Worth in a warning kiss, meant...?

Places of use; choices and acts
Stirring our blindness into a caring's can
Of silence, with our misery, aged pacts
Of chances surmised well, to behold a given land

Tows of succor, we claim for imagination
To simply underwhelm the cost of oblivion
And the spoken nature of conscience, with these moments, minds
Come and go, like embarrassment was a legend we win, again?

Firsts of fruition, fists of fusion
With the glance of decency, the divulged
Has a clash so profound, the tooth of sincerity and allusion
Made the martyr in your hand, the spoken and the wall...

So pleasant, for a hand to hold...?
Subtlety, in the defense of instigation
A whole of worlds epistle, room for gone and told
Might's language to liberty's of virtue, we value more, then imagination...

Running for the door?
As shrewd as a lent smile, with disparate courses?
To a finished while, the understanding of cope, worth its war
That sits and knows the frustration, of blessing the moment of your forces

Friend or foe, the tows of judgment have been...
And the skill's of service elucidate, the instinct of joy...
Totaled with the nerves of composure and its namesake, leniency...
Presumed patience and its eaves dropping courage, is a lover coy...

Today? and the knowing honor of sensibility
The door is open, for a question and gift of happenstance, heed
That has the silent secret of obsoleting behalf, of serendipity
To look, with the eyes of life, and see done is an angry need...

Proper tension
And a callous work, of sublime notes
Of a truth in the realm of compassion
Kind and hindered beyond a post of hope...

Withstand
And majority to fend for the rue
Of courage, even in a hatreds collapse, hands
Are a collection of finishes and fetishes, asking a friend to due?

Metered by the solace of an eye
Sore futures and language to understate all
Misery is but a coping here after many, the rhetoric to lie...
Upon the still bared shoulder of unity in a shadowy smile?

Sour sophistication
Looking the part, and the stir of when days come to a fruition's art
Solidarity to know the obscure, is no way to go, into silences
Cough of superiority and its champion, the taste in an awakening hour about to start...

Oil and sweet
Aching beyond the count and myriad soft
Lives and lore, to wish a history meet
In the stir of purpose, deigned with a voices loft

All's and sweat
Thorough are; art and **** in love
The void of distance, to the problem, etc
Looking from first to last, the bless of a new covenant

Asks and sense
To reveal the conscience of a mercy
That has a liberty to suppose, a kindred
Has the minding tooth and days kiss, for worry

Adds and sour
In heritage, the token of woes, the order of philosophy
Should a careful side of promises; is a world to enthuse, power
In the sunshine, and waiting on heathen, a posed query?

Ought and sort
The tale of fear's legend, in the space of comprehension
Lucre to divine, the common yawn of peace and war
Where only's dream in the hands of children, becomes a man's intuition...

Door mouse
On the way to a friends party
I am a bird, you are a mouse
Seldom have we seen each other, without a key

Rains of fortitude, speed of a jaunt
To hills of worth, that remind you
The stone is sour, if I am to be your earthen haunt
Take and save a care, with the future call to who

Wishes make all of a since, sleepy
Finishes of stone, let a mighty ghost have the time
Guarantee's with a reason, come by a friend seeking
Antipathy in a color, a face, and a tear trying

Home is where the head is, insists...
Home can decide your fate, even before you discriminately know a laugh
Home is a character to suggest, a flaw is a joy if made in bliss
Home is a relationship with pride, to tell the world, hath

Door mouse
Praise be a show, of what shame has named a catching breeze
What is a cornered eye, with intent to let a house?
Have the skills of out and about, the name of surprise, your home is with me...

Alienation?
And rolling thunder...
Spite to deserve a credence, once again...
Spare to length and shadow, tomorrow's wonder?

Charity in a garden of seldom seen kisses...
By the antiquity of all's nativity, solemn light
To issue heeding's sense of proportion, is...
A house of redoubt and staid however, the any of a stare might?

Lucidly, the offering of needs and insight...
The callous and the stoic reply of vice for out wisdom
Tales to serve the conscience we saw, war, and say is sly
Can we share the regret of poignancy, as if a reality is our only means to come?

Tones of respect, that occur to know you with an anxious order?
To suggestions and many more candles like these...?
Patient and devoid of latent understanding, a blessing is foreignness?
We are the salt of purpose under a first and last, of acne...