See the risen poor...
Psyche in a rage's way
The clamor of witnessing a trust, in form
With a realm to its understatement, that wishes may...

Silence, to a new friend?
The total of comprehension...
Taken to identity percept, and let with kind
Still a threshold of could, and its intellect, like a wind...

We see, nothing become ours for a song...
Timely and added with shares in justice
The alienation of decency is for never more, among
The tale of gestures and the handsomeness of a sponsored vice

Promises, and choice of cope
To work a simplicity's magic, and its inkling's hereafter
Noted well, with guidance's lips, the rue of chances to hope
The wealth of decision at a marvel's way, was a need for anarchy's fare

Time for a knot
A carried child, on hip we see eternity
Look, and become a shrewdness, never mocked...?
Kisses and kindred away, with a future certainty...

Add me when the road has a fork...?
Spills of light and the breath of common sight
Keep is a heady order, to a wish beyond yore
Save me a stern ordeal, when we select ourselves, for rights...

Persuade yourself a bird's home, to be...
A fluffy smile with a coming hope, some other time...
Today we will see a shoe, become the haste of indignancy
Here to say and make a threshold, a comment in poises lime...

Adrenaline, a mother of fine figures and cares, will say
Blue as the sky and its hindrances are, the tows of reason
Let a known sharing, introduce a human stare, with ways
Ever a hap perceived not, the coming and going to seasons...

Long in the tooth, and faring an espoused generosity of couth
Instinct has seen you, with a problem only the character of the world
Absolutes with all and decency to entertain, the miracle of youth?
Rages shadow in the days, will sensibly prepare a soul for silence early?

Quiet, asks mother finally, is a road to where its own a shall?
Understood with a realm to its touch, is fate for the rue we, see?
In the mars and despair of courage, we take home, the price of all?
Timid as a call of wisdom is, isn't all of love still a room, for we?

Here a babe will notice, is a frank discussion of senses mercy...
Or to more than fore, the weakness of spoil and guarded foils oft due
Patiently lending one more glance at you, is a vice to know our worry?
Edges of poignancy appear, and the disgust of another season for a fool...

Penny ordered me
Penny, do we sake a chance?
Penny in the choice, is a home but to free
Penny of sense and substance

Long night in the east
Where a simple lip, is forever a heart
The thought you came for, the lip of least
Is a shrewd conversation, ours to start...

Mighty is the night, the tally of kind
And its hope, to see the future
In the hands of austerity, a challenge of mind
And the security we fashion from need, a pause to cure...

Heaven?
From the names we bless, the tale of vices unity
Arranged in hearts adoration, a cause to cleanse
And come by the sight of weal, the vision of a city

Patience, can and will be a song
Antipathy and its children, the voice of a realm
To accept but the levity of life, to love all along
The tendered role of sincerity, with time so little...

Realize, the coming simplicity of couth
The truth, to worship the ordeal of itself
That in final lips of justice, is so strong, a hand rule
The common with you, the pace and place of wealth

Saviors of time, now the greatness of kind come, for us
We are the spoken promise of need, nothing more
For a question alive in the ears of shared guidance
Is a truer relationship than hate, with which we will know for

Kindness
The chosen tale, for a reach of proper heed
Given the pout, the alacrity and the ought of a guest
Will even the marriage of possibility, become what we need?

Lied
And with a whole luck
The thread of disdain, might?
Save a little more than futures to pluck?

Common, and due the stars?
Shadows of worth, that complete ourselves?
Shame and direction to a carnal heart?
Time in the wishes of another, that earned its wealth?

Tragedy, never more than else?
The cold shoulder of withheld wisdom
That calmly collects a shine of misery, and melds
Of complacency we set before ourselves, the pout of a question

Look
And seem the prowess of benign blessing
Have we begun a stare, with a realm to its touch?
Inclined to avarice, like a fool wishing more, was lessing?

Good natures...
The tender when of a consciences wind, now chosen to serve
The tale of guidance and aggression to a moment's cure
When poised futures have a lie to say, the length you took to learn?

Purity, not prophecy...?
Ably the quaint, to see the coming host
Not hot, not horror, not history
But a mind you owe with a miracles finger, that owes you back, liberty to a ghost...

Patience, fate
Trees and treasures of kind
The tale of inclined sate
Has a sunny disposition, as if time

Care for a threshold of dissuasion another day?
Real regret, is the purpose behind our musings
Anger and delves of uniqueness, are to begin with may
A choice of shoulders, save itself for what patience looses...

Salt, is a final run to safety, a hug in the wind?
Curious speed, the irony of candor, to exist
Bred upon balance and the common, the tone of a new voice
That was a care, the towardness of you, an embarrassed list...

With no man's land, came the wish of potential
Sulking and denoted to be, the vice of remembering
The otherwise certain specific, the tongue of quintessential
Looks of responsibility for a question to guidance, sometimes humbling...

Will you marry me?
Places of blossoms, and the callous through and due, today
Of a quiet simplicity, for the anecdote of when boding is anarchy
Isn't a world of itself, the only reason a challenged voice, was anyway?

Persist and pout
The devil and the deed of the bluesy's...
Right to contain and contemplate another good intent, shout
Upon a caring rainbow found in the mere, all more, and me...

Fickle
Done in mentioned light...
Through and due the common, the still
Notice of compliment, a comment of right

None
The more we save, from the proof of simplicity
Story's and a sulking tree, the seldom of fun in the sun
Turned to universality, with the eyes of anarchy

Amend
Sour and refined, refrain from the beauty of compel?
The pout of another gift and the choice of feeling's substance
Over the quiet since, that has become ours to weal...

Things
And the duty of a desire in worthing heaven, the hell of unity
Given me, and the role of synchronicity a resolve, to sweeten
Time is a daring host, to assure even the tiniest of needs, vicinity

Arduous
Threshold in the lime, the boding of every else, in the book
Staid and remembering decorum, like a hell is every cause
When we are the understanding home, to a willing look...

Force
Are we a stir of responsibility in the arms of voice, or its cope?
Timid as we are, the calling of it all, is a wisdom's source?
Look hard for a nature? when you can have a friend for it's love...

Caring
True to mellower stares, the throe of uncanny light
Made from the none, are we to survive a decision, so faring
The response of decency, that a swim with the devil, is also right...

Liberty
Loan the call, to me for a universe's song
Trust is a walking might of the deed, asking the seldom, evil's
Is it me, or the shade in a wishes stir, the tout we held all along?

Doubt
Reasoned with your, friend...
Excuses to win a wish from your pout
Hasn't seen your ghost, until eyes lend

Marvels of home
Meticulous in an innocent stare...
I see a wishes grasp, a mindful love
Choose you, for a question in care

For a decency, with a parable's truth
Sense, sanity and seasons
Of frank and curious, beginnings of youth
When decision is one, will want have its reasons?

Simply breaths to bode, callously?
Share a misogyny, the vastness of us
Come from nowhere, somewhere to ease?
The shadow of compliment, we save because...?

Now, is in your hands, myself
Through and due, the times are a needy
Friendship, to live long, in a sight's wealth
Somehow given prowess, a lifetime to keep

Redoubt
Still, the hunger of emancipation...
With voice; even couth, even now
The eyes of life, in all intimation...