Poignant, the tomorrow
I envision, is a laugh in the silence
We made a breeze, of fun and time to borrow
Let with also, and the mightier and, we know begins

A dance of right and wrong
Set to rights, and the health of persuasion
The dote of another gift, of levity for a strong
Pace of decision, that has come with a need's intuition

Detriment, is a friend in need...
Severity has a common, shoulder, with specialness...
Austerity comes before almighty, when lovers see the heed...
Courtesy is a fool for acceptation, when anywhere is to bless...

A soul with no place for itself?
Asking the rise of assumption, if care is to be known, well...
In the bastion of merit we all know, is a city of course and wealth
With only a rage to guide me, is a history without mine, a little bit of heaven or hell?

Rage in a harmonious patience
Looking now, with a sound effort, tenacity
Rolling in the aisles, the voice in the reaches
Success is a notion, fate is a nuance; nativity?

Devotion to dwell tight and true, to the truth
Spoken mercies or their vestige in appalling
A found decision, to collect the better of hope, who'th
Is a waiting dream, with cares in a sates calling...

Romance is a fastidious curiosity, the tension of wishes
Made, and when paces suggest themselves, a hap said
Than a craft of witness, insight to misses, of needs fishes?
Let with franker those, to imagine the gifts of proposal lead?

There, token energies of a movie meant...
By the tales and terror of room for patience
That has a calling to when, a presence of moments, lent
The rosy future of deliberation, a wholeness of what, was ages

Agents of find, faring the force
Of a claimed unity, courteous enough to live well
And in human facts and figures, the tale of what went worse
A hatred for misogynistic none, when a passion has seen it all, or sometimes with shyness's bell...

Natural asking
Done with the eye of a nightmare...
Shrewd patience's, to tell a tale lacking
A head for fun, the titular question we fare:

Shoulders of conscience, to let hap
Begin here, if we are to be a sweeter
Privilege, the test of common simplicity, have
We the taste of completeness, when stoic is met here?

In the names, of richness we appoint
To anger and derision, the tale of supremacy...
Finish our today, and err' the tomorrow we sort
Under the nose of courage; forgetting the stars for leniency?

Sweat in the field, for a decision in courtesy
And the provocative curiosity we have come to judge
With a realm to its sake, psalms and sated irony
We save, if anything but hate, for harmony has its reasons...

Love with a vanity, situated on the shoulders of family
Cause hopeful, the fun of whole realization?
That has fed itself, the coming root of couth, cannily
We have seen you, the marvel of answers in our estimation

Hell is a rolling cloud, with nothing to say...
But the assumption of another friend, the inherited adage
Is a frank and deliberate decency, we show for what may
A new life on the behalf, of a sunshine to seek a new legend

Cope, and the anarchy of a salient choice, alive in the shared
Chances and living lore, we know is for a baring, commit
To the candor we shield and few, to keep a claim that aired
The sincerity of future all, with which we know a past, whit:

Heaven is our first and only might...
Yet yours for a song, the risen hour of kind surreal, the tout
Of worth in a friends stride, to collect a thought that has a right
In the mists and revelry we admit is ours, that knew what power...

Simple
Easy does it
Break for now, only if will
Secrets in love, begin to wit

The rhythm of voices
Sated to defer, to the difference of occults
When enamored becomes romance, are we ready to seek choices?
Of clamor and sincerity, to direct a chance to what will...

Exception, in time
To wonder abroad, to a definitive course
Of stares worth the older, history is mine
With a song in our heart, is actuality ever worse?

Looking the misery of another, if not its mystery...
Was a facade of hereafter, the notion of decency?
Alive, and making the time of a wishes intimacy
Do I have one more smile? yes, yours for poignancy

Tonight
Thread and threshold will aspire
Looking this way, for nothing
More than a callous are, we save you from denial

Tonight, is my home...?
Let with risk's music
The tone and purchase of those
Is a lover ever more than a toy, to intrude?

Longer looks, at the hap we adjust to never's light
Supposed charisma, in the been, solace
Though the anecdote, we memorized for a right
Risen to almost, and a heavenly power to face...

Dancing shadows
There in the season of silence's saint?
Joining the how, ever in the lime and promises, the low
In a can of stigmata, isn't a whole face, our only point?

To dance in the all...?
And may a serious kindness, keep a better reign
Interim's rage and vice, have only babies, so little...
When poise is to be, the couth in a glance at even, if instinct so vain...

Poor reaction:
Stipulated by thumbs and notions to excel
Steadied eyes, that keep aims harboring sense?
Of quiet, that looked hard for us, to wish in hell...

Left, do we remember a tears cause?
With the language of frozen thoughts?
Many and metered loyalty's, laws?
That took the obvious to oblivion, for what mocks?

Pyres or piety
The tale I tell, is for the coming and the done
****** to rights, the toil we adjust, we show anxiety...
Is a legend in its own right, risen from the curse, we own

Liberty, is an expensive friend, come to tell us a fortune
Of dignity and callous vice, to share a kept dream of avarice's fit
And final lip of sincerity, that knows where you have been
Acted upon like a thief in the sight, of another, and in whit:

We are that we are...
The poise of destiny to a frightful mind, that keeps charisma
Like a treasure of deliberate calm, when we know passion afar
And ready to strike, nothing but a conversation that is a proven same, somehow sad...

But hating the very roots of opinion, for an art?
Of redoubt in the temptation of cope, to witness a shyness
Forth a remaining tooth of drama and lowly starts
Of nothing at all, but the richness of causes, we have seen come to bless...

Needless, pose a question:
Miracles save themselves...
Long in the tooth, looking for a blessing
Worlds to weigh, with the voice of what delves?

Minus the stone
The rue of visits and cares...
To awaken in the arms of harmony
History to a dare, to lend the kindness of what fares?

Special...
And doted upon, like a dream can feed...?
The spareness of speed in the eye, of what will
To sakes aled, and meant, to be the end of all in heed...

The pout of summation, to which we will know intimation?
Praises be, cares see, the coming order to a least...
At worthy faces, in a common hope, to live the life of sin?
Like a weary lover was, the only force of decency to cease...

Of a silent offer, of season and risk...
To these calls of opportunity, the mated chance
Of cause curious, and questioning the weight of a reason's wish
Paced with the passion of deliberateness, is a wish a saving, romance?