Patiently, you
Imagined in a fathomed decency
Welcome in the cope and stunning light, of reach aloof
To tell the story of an age, that has quiet for humanity

Role of a secret lover
Taken to stir and faring hope, the catch of day
On the here and now, the spoil of another utter
Rings and toward smile, a whetted appetite for any?

Cause curious
Today was a fate awakening from a fist
Named so politely, so wished for, a kiss furious
That wishes were made to be have, and neediest...

Call me a ceaseless romantic, the tools of avarice
Are a heady curiosity, come of age
With but the declaration of a filial friendship, might's
Adage, even when morals become the music to face...

Conscience
And the talk of dependency, which fights for every lip
Of loves circumstance, including the guise of outright presence
That has one more step for you to approve, the shadow of pity?

Best
Rued to a fault
Simple chaste, to work its magic, lest
We become a foul step forward, but with a salt

The days grow long
Toward a resolved rainbow
Is a heathen the most, the song?
When lovers find a gait to life and soul

Many nights have passed
Mercy in a frank discussion about reasons
We make for each other, when pride has us to last
The tale of purpose extant, the coming hope of love won

Terror in a clenched fist, some by guarantee's and some to live
With the conscience of slyness afoot, but with courage
Found, in the hold of significance of a heart to give
The truth in a God given, though liberal use of its day

Twain, the sight of complexity to assure the known
We are the call of simplicity in the reach of voice
***, strength, even sincerity to fate a mind blown
With cause and comment weighed for a best's choice

Couth
In the mouth of babes, until the yawn of finesse has atone
Were and still, the common tow, of reigns that complete the youth
Of a misery with no name but the one given a moment, at home

Callous find
Ur, keepers, the tows we insist are due?
Long in the sulk, of a prowess is daunting life...
With significance begun here in lore, love or of late, aloof?

Paper lion's
Almost ready to serve the mystique to you...?
Named upheaval, the carnal cloth, we say by spying
In a relatively finished thought, to clench the deal, of who...

Is a waiting curiosity, in wishes heat and fellow audacity?
The welcome eyes of compatriot's, in our silence, sigh's
They find for the composure of done and duty, the length of civility
But where is our decision to exist let, in the limelight with trying times?

On the flesh, one details a careless whisper?
On the breath, if forced ends to yield, the cold shoulder?
On our behalf, was a colossus of friends, an austerity in danger?
On our way to hell, is a stipend of cares and dares, the only deed older...?

Smell a babe, the culture of play and plain said, safety is a rage
Fighting for weariness, and the done verve we escape from
To seek the better all, allied to a survivor's eyes that failed to age
With since, sake and succinctly seen to live well, without ... them?

Where as I, have the time to establish a lip...
That claims the poise, if not despite yet in the mores we admit
Is a rarity to finish the summing and noting of an affirmation to whit:
A neglecting idea, come who and worldly in few, the harried of a wish that meant what to it...?

Motivation in a warring need, found under a pillow one day:
Indemnity wants a new lover, forth the pride of pain and order
Time with a realer kiss, is but the dote of need's kinder and spate...
With courage's distance to the suggestion it keeps, is a reality hair?

Am I so?
Am I deaf to your wanderings?
Am I done with a forth, a problem to hold?
Am I come with your smile, to finish an idiot's thundering's?

Am I your lover?
Is and ain't, to ask a silly question
The tooth in the belly of the world
Press and see, if I can't learn another song of misery and blessing

Soul, and the defiance of a sulking fist, tomorrow
Is a realer lover, the talk of use and peradventure, to run
And run to nothing more, than a callous shine I borrow
When the call and curse of truer fate, is a wall to our life, only begun

Life with a resounding heat, in the eyes of an open bother
The lift and the still harking count, of who is a reason to find
A relationship with sour, and dare we trifle with a succumbing other
Peace in the stark and risen nature of you, the poise of a prettier time

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