Opus deity
Strong adage, the truth in paces
Where we know the course, faintly
Of pining heed, the turn of what worth faces...

Divine hearts
The tooth of advance, craft a day for silence
To ask an endearing question, with heat starts...
Do the times owe a blind eye, to me and the smile in the winds...?

Denial, vicinity?
And the coping our, often sides
Of empathy and reality
Have the voice of a callous wry?

Went well with the wishes you made
Thorough in affect, the haste of harmony
Race, my silent friend, is a show of said
Creation, and the vices we affirm, are purity...

Hoping we're...
But a clash with a similarity to senses
Of peace and proportion, the tale to defend for a lender
Of concern , the taken poise we admit, is coming to end...

Finality hell
Sight and sound, is a romance of kind, kings of touch
Known, the spare ides of reason, the worthier bell
Of taste is specialness; here is the tender soul of love...

Future I've
This and about, the stir of airing the more
When also is but a kiss, the timid means to live?
And let pasts of need, become the fate of what we were...

Lost, refound
Boding a sense of austerity...
That predicted a conscience, of how
The wait and waters, of possibility...

Finish me
My salt's worth, is a heroism to find
The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy?
That sees the seldom of assurance to mind...

Long and bared
The tooth of passion
Has been lost, somewhere
And a secret with my needs, has an intuition

Berate a friend for slowness...?
A tale of homage and vestige, to count
As another ideal live and let live, of kindness
Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round?

Curiosity, is at an all-time high?
Time with a haphazard sign of the times?
Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh?
Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines?

Until...
A silence is broken by the seizure of occults
Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill?
We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls

Pittances and pains, patience and poorness
Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow
Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess
A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?

Time passes a thought
To another, in a climbing sense of renderings...
We see the call to unify, in a shy voice ought?
Today was a marveling hour, we could marvel's ends...

Bite me...with a resolve?
They said the sour news is a welcome sunshine
With pets and history to come at all...
Of a younger moment to be quiet, for a composure of time...

Hours as we know, a fixation on else
Can be, the truth be found in a place of sin
Was this imagined tongue, the saying of wealth
Yet to be, the stir of justice of what is a craved wince...

Of passion over a legend to become, our friends
The tale we notice, and simplify by devoid and avoid
Is but a loose remark of such to roll and imbue, the like we end
As if the world knows any better: the fight of certainty's choice...?!

Sly or slime?
Tows of redoubt, between lovers or a heroism of dry finality's
Sunny as we should note, is about the hour I am trying
We see the traitor of commonness and pence, our humor is...

A rushing eye, to know a catastrophe
That is being a silent opportunity, to approach though
And worth the implied key, we find in the future feat
Of lying to the misses, when a game is for those we hosted, should first owe...?

Ink and hammer
Brethren in the way, of family's
Of couth, we know you like dimmer
Minds, that adjust to another's stare, for wishes ease

Lies, betrayal, ******...?
Social climbing in a handsomer mirror...
Where the buffalo rose to a cause that saw your...
The taint of cope, and the curious way we dance in fear

Kings of promises, for the rest of eternity?
Stoic to a fault, the compliment of justness
In the eyes of love, the tale we adjust to vanity
Till the world has its heed, of a subtler guest...

Patience, we think, aloud
Is a cornered friend, with a dread to spend
Recreation and the stir of misery, also in those eyes, so proud
Life to a wish that has a rages star, that reminds:

A house of means and sense
Loft to a rolling courage, to win the compliment
Of unity and total, the causes we save from suspense
And the nature of sorrow for a manhood, that saw all in a silent...

I fought the low, with a star
Many more heard, the gentle breeze
Cope and final lips of a risk, to a care, on par
That took me by storm, like a savory disease?

Heed, the act of powers that be
Sweet lions and liberty's zion
Knowing the catch of day, in the seem
Prove me to a prettier, world, worth trying...

A cigarette, that saved me from perception's demon
Sank, stank, and anchors away
The price of a new pink, is all out and leaving...
For a role in the doll's and stole of what may

But, you saw it too...
Since a sore eye was never more than a cute
Straight from how I would, look
My hidden stare, is for kisses and their future

Kings and queens, that knew what to ask:
Couth, do we know the silence for atrophy or an agony
Behind the scenes and looking for another fact
Lighting this one, is a little more true, than money...

Seasons city...
A shrewd eye has followed, the talk and walk of prices
Pride versus privilege, the irony of a certain witty
Courtesy, cunning is a curious angel, with its own vices?

Light me up...
A wholesome tomorrow, in the name of popularity
Saving a stare for a realm so valid, the direction of intuitive love
Came and went, and some and spent, the kiss on reality...

Time to fess, down
Fit to be tied, with a rolling hold
Similarity and its smoke, is a reach for done
That begins and ends, like a road paved with gold...

Epitaph of a dragon with none:
Here lies a kinder moment
With baring and essence under the sun
Well, here goes nothing, the sincere and the meant...

To
May we see, a friend
Make a serious smile, who?
Given the time, we are at ends...

Life on the road?
Spare and deemed a character...
Simple news for a glance, old
Wishes to be granted to a dare...?

Share with us, a wholesome word?
Worlds away from guarantee's, come to odd
Timid though a wager is, of bright minds and occur
We have seen your pity for a charisma to laud

At first we thought naivete
Come by the social fashion you made for a calling
Sweet witness to a salt, of health and mete
Metered with the silence you share, when a stare is ailing

But stars make wonderful lovers...
Through and sakes, the king or queen of common roots
That you knew were a pout to consider, as if asking life to never...
Have the season to describe, another one, by winning its youth?

Gone, and let with an idea
Paradise has a golden rule, like the trust in many
Made from saving grace, maybe even space, for liberty and free
Dumb, comes to a home, that we expect is, a new they

Such a town, with rules and fools of adding...
An avarice we admit is, the cold shine of a light
That kept a shadow in mind, for a secret that has kind, in the hadding
Lucre, anticipation and needs in mind, that glare at dying...

Huh?
An approach to civility that claims a friend...
Is a friend in need, is a friend in deed; they're gait of money
Comes and goes like friends keeping sense, till the end?

Remember this one?
A friend of days to claim your eye
This photo is a rave, the fun we had and you won
Is a charge up that noisome hill, where we raced to the sky

Remember this?
Antique smiles you made at a sharing's cost
Sour and driven, knowing an ear is for bliss
You showed the obvious, the tale of vanity lost

And this?
Such a cute step forward
When the call of decency was for me, and the shall you kissed
With the liberty at handsome and, my very tear to start

How about this one?
Kings and queens to show a brutish strength
To each other, with you in the middle with fun
Simple news from a prom, the tooth of seasons by length

And finally this one?
My saved eyes, for the spare and needy airs to adjust
Welcoming me to a surprise party, making salt a sun
Was the hour we played, all of a since of legend, a heroic must?

Finally curious, and wondering if cares and fares
Of sincerity ever passed the note to another, of a lifetime
Can a shrewd mind speak, the tatters and frailty of stares?
Looking well at you, does a picture save a thousand words, for trying?