Idiot savant...?
Homage in a round eye
Sillier to compose, a safety with its day, reliant?
Misery is such a formal taint, to the legend of life...

Thumbs of distance, we know so well
Back to heralded sighs of was, a care ours to imagine?
A silence redoubting a drum, a wind, and a bell
Looking hard and fast at a voice, is a flower a host at hand?

Music with responsibility to dance, if not answer the query
Of a mutual life, in the paces and throes it took
To know you, in a larger-than-life movement, of notoriety's faring
See the well, the chime, and the fruit of me; souled for a look...

An instinct alive in peoples wishes, with a solitary terror?
Here is the twain, in name and praise...
Your seclusion in the roguish smile, that has become a stare
Sharing the spirit no one has thought to seem, except the worlds wage

Prices of patience, and the next in kin...
Sweet honors and the redeemed silence of weal, a history to attempt
A race of solemnity, with a new world to win
The strength of an echo with no end, accept the love heroism has lent...

What comes next, for a friend and their firey embrace?
Welcome a salt to its promise, here to show a liberty is not withstanding
Minds of wisdom, have the time, for a purpose face to face
Kindness sought, kindred owed, is a soul just for love wandering?

Urges, we never said...
Were the time, the thoughts of open bother
Of a sleeping prophet, with silence to lead:
A care into the limelight, with heaven to hover

A brassier share, in the need of promises
Sent from guarded selves, a world which delves
Integrity is mine for a shall and a swallow of vices
That remembers you, when patience looked for life's health

Speaking of hell...
Strange invaders, strangers in the mystery of this yarn
Weal no more, than a crash of existence, we know so well
Letting mercy see my upset, a habit has me by the toe I shall learn...

Is it me, or did I just wake up?
City's of strength, and the embarrassment of delicate poise
Have opened their doors, to a solitude that has become a covenant
With the voice we add, is silent warnings of another's choice?

Tell me the story, comes my conscience
A hap of retribution in the same, the shadows of a scream
I have made, a promising God, a sign of the times to presence
That has looked, and seen our terror, the bitterness of a demon...

Save me from a stone of kinship, with a kiss...?
Proper shape to a wish alive, in sordid chance, a wind
Of guidance and justifying malevolence, that has stolen my wish
From the heart of me, a stare of pining finish to a lie to mind...

Pillows make fast friends, if shade is forever cool, intrepid...
Interest in a careful window, is many to fathom a liberty in shyness
Acts and paces of facts, run faster than all of the powers that are, hid
When children dance, the seed of specialness is a call to wisdom's bless...?

Care for another, victim of insincerity?
Long truth's and the tomorrow of interim
Has a rather chosen, possession of sardonic not, the charity
Of privilege run so far, for a wicked dream to lend...

Cough, cough; palpable
Anecdote to share a legend, no man has let live
Longer than a kiss in the heat of a kindness to ****...
Seeing is believing, even when our hope in a purpose above, a world in love with what we give...?

Long time no see
Dancing into view, we are who
Have and a solitary save, with a voice for anarchy
Is remorse or persuasion a favorite, of the strength we show?

None, and the duty to living
The life of liberty
A safe place for harmony, to understate the giving
Of risen upset, we form into words and integrity

Despair seems to be...
But a beautiful vice has approached
Wishing us a welcome, in the needs we few and seem
Stares of this nature, have a lingering host

Ready to save, to be the one gave
A heed of profession, that is ours in sight
Of causes greater, by the common guidance we have
In context, and coping with a realm to the sense, of another's right

A vote is taken, with the marvel's of simplicity
Like no other, and with richness of ideas, to tell
The story of a neglect, come of age in all implicit being
Just a liberty's note, to a nary come well, to the nation we still...

Birds always fly south
When, a winner has a moment...
Sour old fall, of life into bed with a crowd
Of feelings; never a spoil or relent?

Acceptation and divorce, artily
A shrewd person knows more than a cup of tea?
Lights and party's, fights and smarty...
When a dalliance has the floor, a candor can be...

Hair is a smile, if first and foremost denial?
Simply airs, and the deified soul to prove...
A habit in the gray, hosts of decency known a while
You are the hero, I am the pact and the silence of love...

A wager in the shadow of a waterfall?
Since rainbows are so expensive, or a mutual cause...
Where is a life more naked, with terror or mercy for a salt?
The price of love has become even more, a sit with laws...

Knowing what I do, a reason has a voice to win every argument
Spill of light, or cover of darkness...
The tooth you share, is a peace with a realm to its redoubt, patience?
Has the time to remember me; when shame has become a seen,  bless...

Sleep or sunshine, the dream is the same...
Sport of since, and the charity of a simpler sake
My moment in the borrowing of still, has come and gone with fame
Of a new time, in the shared forces of wishes, we've come to hate or make?

All, of simple options
Through the dark; of a little more
Satire; than whole resolve, the comparison of sin...
Has a voice, some equate with God, and his war

Cares to fulfil, an ancient prophecy...?
Where is bliss a taste of changes poise and its chances kin?
In the bathroom... a head for intimacy?
Try the vice now, the tarter the commotion, the lesser the lesson of sense...

Of a tear that revolted against, you...
Whether simple ask and acts, the done
To a cold shoulder is a wisdom to add a skew
Of silences just, are you ready for a friend that may forbid come?

Hatred, and the remorse of composure to a new face?
Set to rights, the climbing urge to share the tow...
Of a wiser question than sameness, in the sour way we make peace
A salt to the liberty of can't, being have hands for what was passion allowed?

Conscience, does a circumstance of weal, begin with us?
Proper to ourselves in the name of sigh's that devote the future all
To a whisper, that begat good nature to a realm of a silences disgust
Need in a poison stare; new is yours, now is mine to never fall...

The advance of spices
Found in today's shyness
The shrewd and spry, auspices
Of a count of succinctly, the face you make is...

My favor of sincerity
Such an uncertain cue, to look the other way...?
And know the silence, has a question in all civility
Does a sly thought, have the best of well, your day?

Dawn, the silver of the clouds
Has just fallen in love; with a coming star...?
Sharing only the mornings rustling, of breezes and towns
The taste of seclusion with a joy here, never to far...

Noon, the more we modernly save, the time
Happy was a heralded ordeal, of handsomeness's stone
We take to resolve, for another solution of sides
We are with, the kindness and the insist, of complication...

Dusk, and the fools of surmisal, have become realer silence...
The stare of synchronicity and its terror, love
Has the day for another you, with a realm to signify, the end
Of a wishing sky; a simpler earth, hungry for a covenant...

And the night of a lands court...
Made to order, and seldom, the love of forces we describe
As mercy, to an angel's heart, the very first vanity to flirt
Has you by a king, notice a queen share a kiss with life...

Any and all, the resolute masses, take their time...
Here, and the space for vanity to understate hell
With whose tongue; we know the contrite, the pain, and exodus of rights?
Of a coulding mirror? so did the candor it took to say desire's day, and all's well...

With the light and the shadow...
Spirit in my hand, or estrange a hair for a carnal blossom
I've seen your care become a salt, an imagination of milk and honey
That has a jew for you, a waiting wall of accord that has seen, loves and hates shown...

None of the above
Somewhere, nothing to due...
With apropos silence, a corner of love
The salt to an eye, somewhere back in couth?

Shadows of change, if not the chance
Of courage and its best, peace
Bless us with a soul, if you find the instance
Of a spirit charitable, with todays patience...

Babes will affirm the know...
The sigh's of comment to be found in cope
Asking, in a deeds voice, is a wish to openly owe?
The courtesy of vices on the tip of the tongue, hope

When will aspire return, to typicality's sense?
First in the gifts, than the kisses of choice
Simple liberty is for any who would let ends
Sake the guidance a marvel makes, when we're back to voice?

Good bye, and with a reach for more...
The taste of hello, to the world, is a strength of mine
Powers of properness, and the might we form
Is a skipping light, said for in a wholesome soon, the very hour of adding a dreads shine...

Prayers of a wishing God...
Let to seem, the ire's of clash and suppose
A character of sincerity saw the reasons of beauty in its ought
For a smile in the known, that has come to these, for you