No patience
Know avarice
None relationship
Knowledge and spice

No existence, yourself
Know an ordeal like a rub
None with an insight for health
Knowledge and three men in a tub

Now, who is?
Known gifts of simplicity sake
Nothing but marvels, for a legend to pout, this
Knowing what we do, is a date with an angel, fate?

Fake lips at an ordinary meal, set sideways
Liberty's arduous shoulder, to wince at a cloud
Future yet's and tomorrow's lets, living for what stays
Loft to an argued curiosity, the truth is the only wish allowed

Until we think so...
Proper acts and super facts
We are the keepers of might, that knew right
With a pinch of Sulphur and an ink to understand pacts

So, do you think so...
Tears from behind the seeming home of cope, with a praise
And the love bite, of a calling need to let the breeze of sorts, blow
A pace of unity in a chaste shadow, that lets by gones begin to see an age with eyes to raise

Poems that ought
Poetry that thought thus spoke
Figures of imagination, a stoicism wrought
For the times are a sweet tune, that looked and provoked

Anarchy in the mind, to form the words
Still overtures of truth in a rhyme
To dazzle the contempt, the about of vanity heard
Gestures so certain, the tale of wishes line for line

Human decency
To garner one more flower of advents kind
Right and riddle, the measure we sit
And reflect, the upon of subtler times

To wonder, is a wish ever more than a gift to another, when meant?
Aspire for down and about benign, the cares of a liberal need
To set to paper, the count and the majesty of patience's relent
Welcoming a new eye, a new ear, to a table of justice's heed

Persistent, consistent, insistent
Kissing the times
Welcome through, and very you meant
With a charity of kinds, will sate become what tries?

Speed in a carried tune, the thought
To serve the nerve
The tout of another keepsake, in all energy
The pout we have, and done for a gift to learn...

Is an awakening world, today we sincerely
Give the drama of substitute, a friend for hell
The world to give a ****, time with a little more meaning
For suggestion in an alive breeze, do you favor it for a bell?

Pennies all in a row, with a meeting place
True to signs of difference, tall treasures of fun
Taken to the chance, the wealth of what a hero says
The patience of reach and reason, is it always well begun?

We thought so, we sought own
Working in the late fates of mercy in a glamorous need
Tarry with a half eaten soul, the other side of cope to loan
The days risen more, in a hand to hold until spirits heed

Salt, do you owe me love?
Since a single idea made us
Through and few, the toil of a new sense
For which and where, the scope of eyes we discuss

Space for a noisome charity, set to rights
With a callous fear, the thought of wonder
In the arms of insincerity, spare notion to share a might
With no face, but the one given a garrison of thunder

Shameful, the talking and the spate irony
Of a question still lingering, in the shadows of couth
Persons of strength, and the tooth of ours, impunity
Is a wealth to remember once, when the fate of truth...

So many heroes and spare ides to welcome home
When the fires of uncertainty, are nothing more than urges
Of lingering heed to a patience, that has you by name
And the very courage to show the more, to a mind, word for word

Salt, do I owe you love?
Special and ordered with the fury of mercy in a whole stare
Shown to be, the coming hope of seldom and its vast and burdened covenant
With a promise from an eternal lip, that knows what it is to care

Golden eyes
Sweat to build to a reasoned ******
With our hope, our hesitancy has no lie
Nor frustration, of a coping where fold and due, ask

Golden whys
Sincerity in motion, for one more kiss
The rhyme of couth, to which we named airs to sigh
The role of decency, is it moments like this?

Golden silence
Shapes of doting hard, and self righteous
The wake of a new shine in the seem, looking beyond a chin
We remember the toll of ennui, given an erudite stare, us

Golden tries
Of surreal seclusion come of age, for a thought and futures step
Let like the lip you love, a challenge of compare and strive
Ne'er known, without somehow in time, wizening at curiosity's let

Golden shines
Were we the spoken of ought, an energy to select ourselves
In the sense of justice we will know, is a creation of thus over mind
Me with a reach for simplicity, that made you a care I seek, in all wealth's...

Golden times
And the trust of beauty, in your hand for one hour more
Liberty is not a shut door, to a question alive in suggestions wind
Long before a turn of chastity has seen me, become a fate with no war

Pandering, a fantasy of six beyond nine
Showing the curt, a well-being bright
Stranger forms to a naive giving a kiss, to rhyme
That seldom in the hands of yet, is a soldier of might

Sweet favors and given gifts of liberty, savor with me
The count of sincerity, truth was a careful groom
Taken to exception with a remorse, seen in the wind
To begin a lovely sense of justice, a risen loom

Of powers pretty and patient
So called fresh, of decency to come and bless
The waking house of admit, a ray of sunshine
To a lover's kind, and harrowing is but ours to wish

A resolve for you, not the coping hush
We know can begin the tastes and hastes of everyday
But is courted love ever more, than a dream in a rush
To question the seem, the set and the curse of a stone we pray

Is a laughing health, to conceive of a needy eye
Heeded by any who would, the chasing shadows of myth
And buoyant to our heed, the wedding of sight, so sublime
That the tears of ingenue are one to meet, in seasons of bliss

Hatred in a childish face, impish with the pride of peculiarity
Singing this way and that, the tone of a curious voice
Personally, is more of a milk of human kindness, than a stir of liberty
That has grown with you, to know a simple chide, is a kiss with a meager choice...

Like to play the part?
Heed a rose for the conception let?
Save a sweet dance, with a reality to start?
For the challenge of comparing a lucid secret?

With contemporary ought, for a silent notice
Tones of curiosity become the fate of senses
Alluded to, in a seclusion's form, the sour promise
We begin to notice, is mine alone to select amends?

Such a careful song, with a muse of hypocrisy?
Presumed the borrowed eye of a steely stare
Will a caught mind, on the behalf of supposed ease...
Know the difference been, the reach of unions and fare?

Paces with a rolling for a tongue
Places with a bell to exchange hardy sights
Pleasance with a sordid shew, of what is a living wrong...?
When the skip of yet, is a right to seek adrenalines, light?

Glasses and the kind come?
Past the gums and attacking the shoot
With a driven comment, for a silly wish lost to the world, done
Until a grace has seen the truth, of a moment to look...