Books on the table:
A stereotypical photographic ensemble, with it to take
A briefer sit of a chemistry lesson, the irony of yearnings fable
A stoic repartee, of a woman's decision to find a marriage made

Time never gives gifts unless it gets won...
Here to stay, with muses in character and the ink staid...
So sweet, the eyes of contemplation, the exaction of come
Is a hero to look before time, that defends a home with laid...

Flowers...
And destiny's foible, to take the choice of couth, to another
Silence in a chance meeting, with a friends sulking, suggestive powers
And shrewd custom, to accuse in every hinds wish, a simpler lover...

But the music in the house, is made to be savored
Shown the court of decency, does redemption find true
The fear of composure and the sides of anarchy we blessed and favored
With another love, to tell a story that some caught, for anger and accrue

Long time with another book on youth
Fresh from the cornered problems of bedrooms and allies
Where has calling the dark a driven name, been (with bared ideas and scared couth)
Is my finished alarm, so fantastic, that I don't know when liberty dies?

Look long
Look hardy
Look before your among
Look for the shown party's

Stares that credit you
With a real smile, the taste
In complexity is such a shrewd...
Particular to cold shoulders and trying chaste

Was a hair of distant trouble, the our of dire
Questions and answers...
That tell the truth, we are here to set charity's fire
To a livid and fair portion of what a purpose has secured...?

A bloom in the needs we few, and favor for a strength
Of decision to collect its courage's into a heaven's row
Tired or beaming with future energy, a toil at length
Was a setting miracle, the tooth or the aloof, just to love?

Putting all our peace's back into the couth we find...
Saving one out, to share a simpler today, with emotion
Time to a rational here and now, looking hard and quiet
Is a sensitive past or the own of ask to kind, your tone of volition?

Long looks
Hardy lucre
Among your bared life
Patience shown the form of love

I heard, your fall
From grace is a closing door
Stark and sharing a meager thought, to show kind and all
Simple and sweet, even still, the irony I sought is courage

You invited me in
You showed me around
Space and a unity to tarry with the likes of when
The role of decency is a life on toward

Clashes with the instinct of gaiety
Salt and dismay, the future of guidance in heed
The sorts of thing one expects is a show of spontaneity
Has become a shared interim of choice, well took for lead

This house has a special garden
Now waiting on the aspire of another day
To chaste, the kindred of youth, and the age-old inspire to lend
Of a chancing couth, with a response for each might we may

A garden where patience's magic happens, and moments drift to lend
A beautiful care, a resolves air and the many eyes of when fair
Is a choice of call to the rise and fall, of what is a soul's amend?
Long in the soon, and be addled with you, the temptation of love has my stare

Politer than you
Asking the been and bitter
To wish in open argument, a claim of due
Is a recent pace of better need, than a call to utter

Utter a finish to the time of treasured sight
Of a friend first, still chaste, but knowing wine
With a response to integrity, and the future we might
A resolve for terror, that took and mused of harmony inclined

A scare of tin and thought diamonds
True to a tilling day, will see ourselves, jealous and weary
Of a new vanity in the mercy's we made, for a callous hinds
A stoic reply I meant, and defend to its driven mind, a sharing...

House with a duress in hand and with a careful eye to excuse
Came with a potency that is our finding hope, the hello of knots
That come and go, with a realm to its touch, if not hatred to lose
A hair of simplicity for a better last, the tone of a voice hidden to ought

Shrewd acts and dependent facts, in the lime
Sports of comment and dispose, in the name of worthier few
Forces of compromise with a shallower tongue, than a thought for time
The waters we see, are but a fearing nod to sensation with one more due

Allow me a promise, and I will commit distance to memory
Mind the heat of when, the stir of vice will become an arm of patience
**** the miracle or presence of more, and the guile I show for entice
Will become the temptation of another body, of what is our care, for ages

Terror, found with a passion in the rhyme of a sated means, while
The order of conscience and its heed, burns
With all and most, to serve the ideal of control and love, still the style
Of a friends voice, is the praise of essence, a world on the verge of what earns?

Lively consent, to a riddle in the fold
Friends with panic to dance, have a charity in mind
The told eyes of panacea, to show a wish is older
Than a gall in the stir, of realer shapes and kind

A dance of detriment, with a bone to pick
Silence in a shadowy right, is for the substance we add
To the hip, like a cherry in the tone of a guilty lick
We seldom the sore thought, for an east of what we made

A tear dance with us
A dead succor notice the life in a press
A thinking mete, to honor the silence, with a shrewd discuss
A finding of poorer since, in the hands of heed and lessons

Just a moment, the truth is a dragonish stink...
Passion to make love to patience, is worse than we hunger for...
Time in a thematic exchange, with ropes and isolations to link
Panic turns out to be, the coming night where one salt, is worth two in a heart with a taste for a bottle of courage...

Absinthe, seems to be better, at wishes than us
Stark invitation to a noteworthy party, riddling with vanity and poise
What is a really tight feeling staring at the stars during the times we discuss?
The answer varies with an appetite and its shadow, but friends seeing the better of you, is still a mind's choice...

Light enticed
Kind to kisses, but no place
For a welcome in yore, to know an eye spiced
With better days than you, and your praise

Wishes meant so much better
Then, a clue in the stare, of another
And another, to seed the coming few, a letter
Of condolence, to swear in words that flatter...

I am the only voice beyond reason
Taken soul, to anger and the future of simplicity
Sated with reasons share, the omnipotent keeping
Of a risen hindsight that has eaten the words of energy

Long times with no patience, for acknowledged irony
Saved from sullen cope, to quiver at the sight
Of mercy's sake, time with a response of youth, for impunity
Share your own, or own the more, I am but saved by light

Vanity's hero
And succinctly the thought, of moments well to come
Same to all, and else in the throes of another dread world
Can I come? can I due the treacle? can I save even love?

Long time, novelty
When the levee breaks, creation
Sour times to require more, incredulity
With a prettier tear for song, intuition

And the cradle will rock...
Spare to fore, with the common gift
Misery is my other name, for a silence to mock
In the scope of duty and rancor come to light, we lift

Children of dismay
Let long before sharing a truer stead
Is a careful reminder to be on time, with clean irony
The truth is a fragile friend, come in from the cold, as we said

Lead me to the old, the space to question a favored consideration
The tale of recourse and fewer try's, is but a many to hold
Love and kisses, tomorrows pity in a round eye of intimation
That has said, the walls of generosity, completes a band of gold

Prowess of a new song, one day
Themselves and I, redoubt the blindness of a sky
Like the hour of decision, that is to be a curious fate
With a shadow for a laugh, we will save the world from its own sigh's