Instinct in a row
To secure itself, a useful how
Names and edify, the tooth we save, now
With the baring of a sound idea, to allow

A drink of water...
A malleable smile, with the times to know...
A handshake with security for out, the fate we heir...
A climbing suspicion, to tell the tale, the world we owed...

A name with the sense to live
And let live, the grace be a common done
And duty observed, the opus to give
Where hope is a share in the unity we have begun

By the way, and with merit's song to approve
Time is a shrewd show of when the turn of contrary ide
Is a whole defense of what a candor can be, a host to lose...
Is a jaded heed the only friend, we have, the order and presence of snide?

Sour guarantee's, the soul of misery
Avid to ones self, the truth in an about crisis, with which we adore
The still thriving anecdote, of charity in a clashes poise, even history...
Is a fool for the shame of itself, when patience has seen the war...

Doors done...
Locks secure...
Ask about itself, hung...
When the sound of the wind is pure...

Blue blazes
What time do we have to knock?
A mortal coil understands it's cravings
With tales to kiss, is shame to mock?

Purpose known
When one step in the dark
Is like integrity creative, come to own
The stir of rebellion, in the sakes we hark

Long times without couth
Adding a challenger's stare
Yearning in misery's toward way, youth
Is a savior's glare...

Given the time, the wind disagrees
Poise and hiatus, slender and meant
When precisely a word, between you and me
Isn't a door on justice, a work to lament?

No nature, good guesses
In the nicety's we made, for a friends stare
Shown the ****, the intimacy of lessons
We decided is a grievance best left hope's fair

Token jaws may drop at so much...
The thought of mortality's irony
With a realm to its need's touch
We can become a savior, not heeds of infamy

Spate intentions, for a cordial fool...
But in the end, a house of mind over material worth
Is a liberty best left, reality's cause, not the ghost of a person's tool
True to our best places and promises that came, is a patience so certain?

Music in the air, one day. a having revelry
Wait on the many, and see the coming hour
Take to the world, an excitement above civility
Where one heir to garner the truth, is never a claim of passion, if so sour

Truth's anniversary
With a friend
Saving almost from mimicry
Of a boat's sail, taken for utmost's lend

Do I look deep into eye's?
Pies and decision's made kisses
Sour old me, with reasons to lie
And cheat one out of their wishes

Stone cold assurance
Of a liberty to seem, well, anarchy
The other side of the coin, to dance
And play the fool, of hasty reality's

Shown a step...
And a handsome whole to move
Wild guarantee's become a grace set
For a beautiful day, of mercy for love

Simple day's indeed...
Bout, shout, and now
The strength of courage, heed
Is a baring I know, as if you intending marvel's show...

Persuasion in differing tones...
Of voice, when no one is ever more than fun
Sinking feelings and inheritance of a question, moans
Will a silences signature, become the order of some?

Fun, and the stir of liberty in the shade
Wasn't a call to heed, adding the mystique of need
The courting of baring another such, for fate
To a challenging hour, the candor of when a sight leads...

Leads you to wishes, of a world without shame
Today and finality, a character in jest and tow, the purity
Of capability if a dancing lore, that loves to find a name
In its hands for another, dance that is, not the hell of disparity

Seriously, the charity of composure, if not cope
True to its own, and the allegiance of might over heart's matter
Today is a walk in the park, with a christened hope
To look and see, the idea of purpose and challenge, to add here...

By the way, where has chastity been?
Seething pain of misery in haps direction, the irony of folk
And their craving for a mutual understanding of deem
That has asked you in no uncertain terms, is a reason to smile, a blessing in the yolk?

Hands in a romantic pocket
Fresh eyes that claim a number
Penny's and dirt, the thanks of selfish lockets
Taken from an embarrassed, quiet, to become humbler...

Fright of a lifetime
The roses and the smile in an alabaster cake
To reach for a nimble childhood, a curiosity trying
Of cares in callous circles, the problems we make...

Sovereign, the taste in a marveling cloak...
To rhyme and play in the rain, see me suggest a today
And a character of honor in its throe, too many pokes...?
To be a waiting house without a key, the intellect we may...

A home with a reckoning list, the thread of disdain
To tell a story in familiar language, the risen kinds?
And hopes all in a row, that collect the world for any
Who would serve the might, the tight way we require minds?

Tomorrow in an angry stare
Wealth and bastion, taken for another fool, to ends resolute
The best of wests and the couth, of a question left to arguably a care
Meant with so many more yesterdays, are we the left side of known good?

Set in a frequent circle
Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme
Welcomed yet, to a readied table
The truth of summation and kind

Lore accepts a foremost seat
Through the mix of light and paces
We see friends become the irony to meet
A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises

Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides
Until the cold shine of history has it to prove
Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied
Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due

Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board
Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire
Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword
Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher

Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings
Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further
Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting
Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there

Color, callous or obligated
Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity
Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated
The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy