Mention me
When patience has run its course
The sublime, the tone of a voice to be
Edges accurate, and gifts of also and all may, or worse...

Throe of light, tangible
Sense of couth, totality
Speed of curiosity, traditional
Meter of composure, veritability

Long times, with no shoes to walk
The land of compare and suitable ire
The times have forsaken me, a risen shall to sulk?
Was a place of comment and identity, what has shown denial?

The taste of honey...
Judged for a length, of when a praise has seen the truth
Is a fury in the lore we carry?
The turn of peace into a place for guidance begging youth?

The taste of milk...
Even and though, a shred of decency has halted
The wages of simplicity, have become a passion's fulfilment
The truer sake and due legend, of what a season faulted

Opus duality
The marvel of accomplishment, now the cadence of exist
To wish in an open hug of decorum, an idle lip with a vicinity
Come from nowhere, the shadow of privilege to lend, the mention

Time ample
Times simplicity
Timid example
Timidly implicitly

Thunder and no applause
The talk of a new man
To remember ourselves, wishing the odds
Regret is such a vanity, if youth even can

Playing by the river...
Moisture and candid ever
The news to remind, a legends shiver
Is the eyefall of significance of other

Finding a burden, somehow so sweet
For the trouble it took
The language we spoke, to finish a meet
With the selection of a might, to look

A fair moment we dote, and know
The spent hurt and curt vices
We meant, and rolled into a tongue, to owe
And see the rue, of a moxy in these days, without sigh's...

We see your embarrassment, the tooth of repose
To agree, one more time in the sun, is worth the deed
Of compliment and justice, that comes to those
Where we are; the mercy in a callous voice taken to heed

Clever, clever, and clever more
Token shrouds for a failing day, no man has supposed...
The tale of commotion in the sharing, we have never seen to force
Long in the cope, if not honor to understate what a shadow posed

Today is you, today is who
Immediate to a rhyme posed to these, complete the soul
Of wishes so profound, that to know a grace, is ever could
The count of realer spirit than a long haunt, of ourselves old

Claim, claim, and claim some more
The risen misery we know is you, the dote of a bird in the heat
That has sung itself to death, the final lips you show for war
In a keep, so profound for a jaundiced first, to last and with us, a river to beat

Peace, misshapen?
Welcoming the glance of interim
Somehow in a serious first, the bout of time taking
Is to be a new friend, with power to suggest, a whim

A friend with no place for own
A friend with no sense of shadow
A friend with no speed to questions sown
A friend with no hatred for a lip to owe

A friend without a challenge in love
The tender years of voice, to awaken at misery and us
In limits and salt, the vow of when life does
Does, a here and now in longevity, think time is enough?

Is my friend a noisome ghost?
Or is your instinct of a climbing same?
Told to reserve a justice, in the patience we found to host
Is an eye for decency the only kind, to a future with a kisses fame?

Alabaster in turn
And rolling in time
Through the looking glass, a world to earn
A spirit of decision no man has found, without sighing

Alabaster in the wishes of women
To look well into the future
The taste of morrow's test, the clash of remedy
With such a larger than life worth, is a purity...

Alabaster in shew, and dance
With proper soon, the light of callous devote
Isn't a place for us, the coming hope of a rarity in thence
The tooth and prosperity, we came from gall to seek, and love

Alabaster in focus, the truth to a well-worn eye
Meaning the silence of purpose taken, purpose not mistaken
Time loves me - not the gift of problems in the bowel of snide
Where one friend of temper and them, is a God in the making

Alabaster in the mirror, in the future, in the steps...
Of a question as old as the hands that know you more than heed
Awakening with a soul that said the name of guidance is a marvel in whit's
When only the hours of voice in the belly of the truth, is a family's been

Show me all and done
With meat and honey
Burdens come
Sing, look for me when it's money

Silhouette, silhouette
I have a stone for you
Trade skill for time lent
When milk has seen could

Party's of commotion
Come home for stature
See the he, see the compromise of heathen
Where the cope of lip's, is such a per...?

Come
The lingering words
To take a turn to heed, some
We will give the bird...?

Fate in a hand held
By the rue, the cooling, the would
In a guarantee for what is ours, even well...
The image of youth, is still a politer world

Nature with cream on its lip
Senses to grab a half of need, for whole
Luck and delves of significance, to live of hip
Seldom have we seen the great, become a human role

Boom!
Did that bomb, marry in the perhaps
With a ruling guidance in same, the doom
Of war like threats, to issue a new ask of curses haps

See the lower we go, and the ilk of courage
Meant to the stars, the comment
Of freedom in running houses, is no child of rage
We have the time, the current rhyme, to relent...

So, a worthier course to a moments ship
Has a choice to make, the talents of preventing
The irony of through and good silence, is a tiff
Of what is a marvel before the cant of us, a stoic lamenting...

Three-time loser?
Off repercussion's cuff
Silent light's, that make you clever
A holy night, that compared love

With names...
Forest's save since, like eyes
Mightily, the reach of sunlight, is no shame
Christian, do we suppose we are, our lives?

Back to the future
Where since, is a mounting curiosity
To look and see a wish, we made worldly
By saving a finished thought for the day, of God's city

Peace be on a good nature
Needs, welcome a freedom's fear, to the table
Heeds, bring on the forces of virtue
Least,  is a favorite past time, partaking of life's fable

Fate for a valued friend
So called seeds of wishes, wry and wisdom
The fairer fruit of sense cope, sense lent
To nothing but the beauty of love's poorer questions...