Stars to dwell in the night
Paces in the account, of a new peace
Rages, and the toll of evidential might
The cares of worlds that collect but a keeping least

Use, and the unction of void causes
Reciprocate and notice a share in the form
Flowers of justice, tree's of a unique treasure
When we spy a day reproofed, the kiss of all and norm

Wishes to run...
And bless the cold shoulders of avarice
With a requited passage of what is ours, what is fun
When a place above clouds, has a charity to give, this

Speaking of that...
The tow of mutual praise, the tongue we ask in
Is but a soul of callous salt, to understand a matter
That came, and with a loving precognition, we are the spirit to win

A hat of conscience
The truth in a lingering hope, the total of unity in a breeze
We meant, we sent to an angel, for hands of presence
And the miracle of a kindness that liberated even life's dreams

Judged appointed
Anoint a challenge, in the cue
We work for, all too soon, jealousy's lot
Waiting on me, the condition of a query to look...

Salty exchange
The core of decision
And the irony in a look so strange
Weal, to verify a stay, of what is derision

Spaces for pain...
And the cold shoulder of a quiet
Knowing a name has the courtesy to stay
Will we save a shared eye, from the blessing we saw, have twilight?

Pairs of discipline, taken to tokens
Of worth, ornery and otherwise
When also comes to a ribald joker
The truth in a careless whisper, that knew what to despise...

Despisal itself
Poor old countryman, with a bitter lip
The poise of purpose, a choices wealth
If the savior, the dare, the nary come whit?

Destiny
And the callous cowardice of a journey to sate?
That has come and went, with a riper intendency
Till we meet again, the ruse of what was another mate...?

Pout, Johnny, pout
Since a dare, a driven love...
Sakes alive, the corner of charity we allowed
Is a taste of yesterday, with a tomorrow just because...

A taste of today, with its counter:
And retried misery, with a name to follow?
Reasons in frozen steps, a lip for the founder
That knew the cares of steadfast runs to a little soul...

More than a charisma in worth's timid embrace?
The truth of a voice so enamored, so vanity...
Is a language to confirm nothing, but the place
Of sensibility, the fact we dote is this part of sanity?

Witness me...
Running at the lengths of the notorious land
Success and distances avowed, for a lip that see's
You cry like a child before the world's needier hand

Sands of wishes we never made, without each other
Particular to inner most, if not the hosting, of desire
Last's treasures and finer features, of calling sin a kept bother
Just to show a levity of keep and now, the irony of a liar?

Pennys that dance when kissed, live on the noxious moon?
Stoic jewels of couth, where has an invisible kiss, begun or been?
Looking now in the eye, will we save justice, from all too soon?
The rage of simplicity to quell, the notion we know means...

Yes Johnny, the door swings both ways
The tale of youth and its demeanor, to remember a serious ilk...
Is but a beauty in motion, the turn of sincerity to what has
A paradise in long liberty's, the earning of guidance, for a heard decency's silk...

Long to view, the terror in a praise, we see the cunning...
Of insincerity that will, the around and deserved voice
Of minds adage, minds ability, to question a face still running...
What has a cope become, will a day's lament, become our only choice?

Set in high regards
So called, lips of love...
Why is a kiss so certain?
When a door to itself, has said the bests of us?

But wouldn't one succeed, another?
When social awareness, has sent the kind
To liberty, a chaste that has asked in no certain language, the doting other
Of simplicity that has called all of life's season, a curious mind?

And epiphany...
Taken to wishes we rarely understand
Except in the eyes of another, offering any
And all of a remembered stead, the comparison of friends

Rats in a maze...
Forced to relinquish a shrewd fact, or fate
To but allow a question of decency, for a spare eye pays?
When the callous image of yore, is for those that say, it

Quite a door, wasn't it?
Space regaled for a some and its content, cope
Is a quiet wisdom to verify, the taste of moments to regard, whit?
That has come of age, with the face of undue share of what was, modesty for love

Three favors:
I meant in a blind hurry
Sour and defiant, are you ready for wonder?
Is a reach of kindness, ours to share a gift of worry?

First, there is no God without it, a whole refrain
For the stout enterprise of waiting on another, you
Situated else, the common tact to remember a change
Of worthiness's season, into patience's we essentialize, who...

Letting burden show itself, the integrity of an imposition
Has a legend to its breadth, a foible of demeanors
Long talks with nothing but ilk's best, in silent ears an inquisition?
Of whom is a reason to fare, the pace of distance oft sulking, weird

Lastly, is this even you?
The treatise, to administer and admonish for a quiet stock, taken to accept
For a liberty in choices, we deem to be the consensus of problems alienated to accrue...
And known for indigency's lie, at the torrid shape of poised antipathy to earn a baring, lent

Do pasts come clean, is a reality of poorer snide, a fate wryer?
The tooth you promise to carry a cause, that envy...
If not jealousy, the irony we admit is a reach of what hides
And made subtle, the considered live of what the world is, heed

Logic moves
Moving with peace, and the stir of deem
Since am, is its own heady reproof
Meant for any who would, the irony of seem...

Seclusion of a sin, the rue we take to intrusion...
Has the sordid and the accrue, become a hindrance needy?
Could this, a have of sincerer live and let lucre
Become the notion of completeness, indicate leading...

Lent a told story, with marvels oft due, soon
Truer ask and facts, find finite the callous share
Of a wish alive in methodical winds, an act with time to shew
An accord of purposeful, lengths and hence, a quality to care...

Meant with the eye of death...?
See, the common confusion of exaction, in elucidated yet
The tooth of beauty, to owe a craved form, to what we let...
Is a halt of dissonance, that has the world to groom a liberty, and?

With hands of causes and shown curiosity...
The tale of lingering need, for a question allowed to step forward
And take the time to purpose, to liberate rationality...
That has the composure we seek for a deed of instinct, sometimes hard...?

Sometimes, as simple as a thought
With patience to commit to another lend
That has seen the world to be a corner for not
To know a thing of life and decency that has, another, to mend?

Find me
In a circle, with thee
Time is a vessel to look and lead
The truth to vested means...

Come together, say the use
In cool glances and apparent myth
The common eye, sore from abuse
To each and them, the other idea of bliss...

Races and voices, to teach you a care
Is all and mighty, until a lover has seen
The callous shadow of unity, and its marriage
Like the weary sides of silence we made to ask, kings

Let me
Have your sincerity for a song
The taller the day, the shorter the heed
Of worth in liberty, that has me for haunts

A fight with the wind, named joy
Just and capable, the source of interim...
To see a house of vanity's resolve, with which almost and coy...
Today are the eyes of the nowhere man, with a certain requiem:

Tears of compromises and its station, vice
Found in the voice of another, sunny day to remember
With a goal in sore trust, the taste in wishes that hide
And given a choice to kind come or tomorrows hill, will we find misery or more?