Post through, envy and who
Seasons of sorts, to collect a filial layer of dust
Integrity has imagined, a faerie in gains, glue
Is a solemn coin to a suspicion's eye, that must

Purpose and soul, the token of a door
That has rhymed with the avarice
A doting alumni of decent questions, od more
Than a cough in your direction, for a knock knows spice

Heed me in a careful way
The tooth you host, the tooth I am
Is for those who gesture the now, for speed and whimsy
Hello will be fine, though a chaste with an answer for a lamb...

Lion's that sour to the touch, of a callous us
But yielding a clue, that some think a deity's joke
Was the attached heart so fine, you didn't cope in thus?
The truer tale of sense, the hours until I keep an irony's vote...

Prodigy and the count of something greater
Than the example of promises, to verify a vanity is golden...
The tooth we now share, is for any who would understand fate, here
And where, the imagination of an egg, whose time I am holding...

Bridge on fire
Flames noted for their honesty, justice
Given a stoic chance, the element of a sire
Waiting on the God given stir, of heaven to spice?

We walk with ourselves and a name
So allowed, so meticulously reasoned
By the tides of tomorrow, the edges of shame
Will us to life, the self and same, since seasoned

Rain may come, a harrowing guidance to destiny's future
Fortunes of simplicity and chaste, the gall
To step forward, and ask a land in all curiosity
Is a found and timid laugh, our only way to an answer's fall?

Succinctly the embittered path, with a rue
Time mushrooming into secrets and pains where with all
Hello, adding sincere to a bonfire of vanity's, a could
And a shoulder of compassion from here to sight eternal...

But the fire persists, the devotion of silence's choice
In the stir of accept, and where winds know a callous insist
The terror of a failing humanity, with a salt to its fame, if not voice
Where has irony and its conscience been, the eyes of hate we visit?

Little harmony, the stuff of patience and liberty's dreams
Still a hand to hold, when peace becomes a risen sort, to avid lead
Long in the truth to overwhelm a shadow, we all know and seem
Where presence of mind has a lover, somewhere sending a remorse's kiss, to me...

Undone tomorrows
A guaranteed break of silence
A guitar alive on the radio
Where has a holy night been?

Under the tongue
And loving it
The turn of salt into heroism
And the catch of day, on our whit:

Pennys dance when kissed, like hardier
Futures in the round, of a lifetime...
Seen by any eye, that will give it a star
A host of adroitness, that has its soul for rhyme

Silence that was...
A heart found success, that completes a rise
Of the land to the ire's we discuss
Dust to dust, and the must of our lives...

Under the covers...
With a universes smile
In hopeful corners, the virginity of a fury, made lovers
Of another privileged season of life, all the while...

A halt here of seen problems, pronouncing itself a sanity
With an hour found in the eyes of being, a stare of promise
And succinctly the truth in a voice, to complete a shared vanity
To consider all and else, in a heaven's way, a kind of wish to rise...

No fork
No spoon, until life looms
No knife, without friendship to implore
No plate, to make a wish without room...

For more...
Special is the need
Of compelling, to understate sore
Feelings about the rue and the role of thee

Sent to sweet for an eventual chastity
The chiding of gall, to subsume, we favor
The limit's of worth, a world can save, by vanity
Of coolly and calmly clashing with a problem's suitor

Spare or seasoned
The tale you seek, came with the force of promises
Made and sometimes fate, is a fickle keep, of reasoned
Many to jump into an argument, of sense and the nobility of lives

Know fork, the taste of complexity, to give rage a gift
Know spoon, the till and the handsomer will of cordiality
Know knife, for itself, the common and the baring eyes of distance
Know plate, coming here and now with a future for you, nativity

Politer to fruit
In the name, of a toil's box
Sat by order's river, the irony we suit
To possess a stilled eye, which has savored not

Run, fool, run
Sown notice, of a quiet in the din
Of the jungle, we notice the hope of cunning
To save a charging guidance to what we have, for sin

Win, tool, win
Lead since, fed genius
Is a harboring cold, the driven nature of meant?
In the dim eye's I forgave, many tears come to season

Sun, who'll, sun
Avid in heat we prophecy, is a need's shame
Poised to entail all, the voice of method's begun
To make a wish in open seem, the order to a name

Sin, cool, sin
Token treasure, thunder in the east
So willed, for a moment to understand again
Looking for a chosen one, that we lost at a feast

Gun, soul, gun
Driven by horror and the beauty of childhood
Where a blind friendship with only a smile sung
Has come and gone anew, like a heart of would...

Halt and salt, why do you insist?
Savage as a paradise with a missing child can be...
A sign of the times, a sovereignty to ask, is a glue this...?
Miracles in a guilty eye, are we that we are, kindred's anarchy?

Angel's heed
Master the vice, we sow in a due language?
Set to rights, and kept in eaves
Wasn't a friend to liberate, the eyes of an entourage?

Western courage's
The taste of tones of voice, a ply's tongue?
Able to remain in light, the irony which lingers...
Have is a calmer today, now in demand, among

Commands and irregularity's stones
In the hands of futures with a need, anon
Since, to wealth in named loans...
Of passions redoubt, the deed of love, is coming...

Open airs of motive and suggestion
Made for a like and wisdom of values, we took
To unrest for a need to be, a morality in lessons...?
That began here in our hands, and ended with a look...

Of subtlety and a rosy forecast
The modesty of requiem, the taste of harmony
Is a relationship with ideology, which in your hap
Is a caught sense of poise, that assumes youth is won't...

The call of the home, directions of duty, done
Avid to legends meteoric advance on poignancy, evoked
The truth in long rays of sunshine and the voice of what was
A day for sincerity to sit in the sight, of what was, our hope...

Tows of since
Synchronicity is to be married
Working heed, and the beauty in silence
As a reward once lent, is twice carried...?

Tallys and totals
The future has us to fare a new question
That calmly collected, is a sanity we hold...
With a callous before careful hand, we should a blessing...

Marvels in love...
State and sake affluency, the fickle lives
That make you and me, the score of does
A changing season protecting order of or what denies?

Patiently, the run of a lifetime
Spoil in thorough stead, despair to care once more?
For anything more, moving faster than a harmony's light
The tale of destiny, with lips to prove strangers know the words...

Half a mind to open a vanity...
With another's neglect, the truth be golden adage
To a liming hope, the act of redoubt, in all sanity...
With a holy mercy, for anyone who would learn it, a world's rage?

Epitaph to a wishing wind, alive in the senses
We adjust to humanity, with tears come the spite of terror...
Sincerity to follow and act, upon a world of wisdom's ends
That were, the stone of seclusion in a lover's midst, a gain of heirs?