Inkling, not a pact
Searching for once upon a time
Visits of the luck of another, a breezier fact
Has come home to roost, with a tear, trying

Birds of common ecstasy, the truth to overwhelm
A soul with provision, the tact a child makes
When pennies come up short, for a rain and hand so little
Known for the scope of anger we display, is this idea, sakes...

Life to love, a churched feeling
Society at large, with a handsomer gesture
Told to limits we few, in the light of sacredness, sometimes reeling
With a torrid sense of what is askew, to astute curiosity's

Life in a hug, that shewed the obvious
Where salt is to excuse the don't before isn't, the tomorrow
Of a collapsing trait of dismay, long before days keep and 'us'
As if a lowly eye had the moments to tell, a challenge is to borrow?

Can't, the powers that be swear a tolling bell to seem to be, pain
Wanting a shadow to remember itself, won't a harrowing rename
Found, the stir of simplicity in a callous sake, welling to begin plain
The total of pride in a secluded secret of virginity's live, and let fame...

The littlest reply to an age old question...
Said for a capable mind, rest and recuperation with a friend
Is ours to typify, a stare of heed and perplexment, at a kissing
Bandit, that stole your heart for your today of vice's, again...

Brass is icky
Gold is dew
Bronze is micky
Lithium is you

Long arms, long legs
Roses in a rational circle
Waiting on the hug of history, is race begs?
Wading into the rain, are we meant and or the devil?

Silence before the storm:
Walls with superior horses, suggest a callous ide
Hello, moments, my name is first among many firsts of norms
When a burden if lasting pasts, is a creature of speed, and its shied...

Novelty versus poverty...
Nations voiced by angel's
Success amid heaven, the count of refraining from innate liberty
When a courage is for what destiny referred to as health...

Heaven
And a typical drama in the sweetness we cue
With exasperation come to a deified hill, the love you have given
Is a remembrance, of reasoned wealth in disparity due?

Hell
Exacting a new flower; of sun, moon and lands ecstasy
In these eyes, the thing of future philanthropy, is a doting and little
Wind of silence, that is broken baring the light of curiosity...

To each their own...
Simply found, and cared for, the lips of a lover
Are the needs of conscience, before composure to regale, a stone?
Of might, that is completed with the honor of privilege, and boy is it moving...

Political asks
And dismays of need
Candid miracles, candid masks
Kindred in the forsooth, the south of form to heed

Races and vertigo, in a fathomed row
Set to edge, and the phantom of kings
A salted fate, remembered by any but those
To look before leaping, a hill of sin's winds

Where has a pining health been, the ides of coffee?
And its tenderest memory, the love in a hello
That when heard, is baring a blind chance, to reason
I am the tow of a mighty tree, the leaf in love with a sunny hope

Death remembers your name, before you do...
Death realizes the kiss of avarice, for a singing hell to wish...
Death knows where to give a gift, and where to lose liberty, all too soon...
Death keeps a beauty at arms reach, until you are but a pretty itch...

Death is sitting next to you
A taste of promises in the eye of your enemy, where tears save rooms
From the totality of prayer, to keep you from the place of sublime due
Where a salient nod to itself, is ten more death's coming to doom

A mightier ask:
Is a relationship with you in front of a mirror?
Sit sense to a lip both sideways and long in facts
Your mind is mine, when a resolve for silence, is to near...

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