Same sorts as yesterday...
Long talks, with a window that served the unknown
Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may
Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown...

The difference of deference in view...
Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind?
Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes...
With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind?

Competition, in a neighboring window:
Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish?
A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow
Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish?

Spate cola, if not the drama of the day
Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber
Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary
Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler?

A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds
Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours
A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time...
When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers?

Time goes by, just the three of us...
Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...?
Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must...
A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts

Hello up there...
The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home
Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer
Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...?

Never is, never was, and never has...
The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day
Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays
Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

Does the world know when to cry?
Avidly, the decision of cold...
Could, is a word to the wise
Marveling at a tear one day, could love share a final goal?

Many ways, with a single idea
Mere to fore, the day of vanity...
Sat in high regard, but with sharing as a trophy
Little faces; renown is a pace of charity...

Devoted to peace, a savior will say:
In my heart, with obscurity as a gift...
Measure upon now, new is to be may?
A swallow of pride, with an eye to lift?

From due, we are a family...
For youth, we intend to be free...
More who, than we know; is a key...
Or soon, patience will keep time for me...

With the eyes of truth
Means to an end, is a waking deem
Silent as sent, but met with seeming couth
Simple might, we took; from the world's dreams...

Avid or lead
Salt in the way
Summation to verify our, vanity ahead...
Succor and hints of whether, a sermon of place...

The course of a new ship?
Set to sail, with suicide as a destination
Sour liberty has shown us, the boding of unity, asking wit...
The voice, of wealth and remorse is an oddity, to intimation?

Spare futures, in the eyes of the land...
Somehow, and with aged forces to avow...
Life here, is a poignant sulk, of what was chaos in hand
Toward the somber horizon, the life of seriousness, now...?

Has a marvel in times way...
Since borrowed timidity is to be a challenge, of ecstasy?
Will we sit for a nightmare, or is that a question to stay
Stronger than a half sighed, half worthy pace of choice...

Is this horse dead, or running for its life?
Such a small price to pay, for the answer of privilege?
Sweeter by decency, decorum is a new wish for strife...
Antiquity shown, or the method to a wager of sincerity's, least?

Aches, chills, glares and pains
Best served by sleep? a host of vicinity to a futures blanket
Seemingly meant and let, with a proper smile, come plane
Where the tow of vice and its vision of home, is a sick lover's face met?

Witness me...
Courage in a handful of kindness
Professed soap, a hope sharing in all anarchy?
Has the sense to let a wish bless...

Privilege is my game
Tows of resolve
With anecdote to serve same
Adding but its name, a risen haunt...

Causes control themselves...
Curious was a furious jewel...
Golden sighs of worth, have what delves...
Reasons share, the past; long before a hell...

What, was a quiet existence?
For the rest, of a sojourn...
That is the limit, to unison; amends
Reaching for sincerity, the wish to earn...

Arriving at life's purpose
Saving ideology from proper humanity
Sat in the name, of seldom become a host
Today is more, than a wonder declaring a vanity...

Is to ask...
The problems of virtue
Lent the total, of curious facts
Only the world, seems to offer a clue

A sneeze with no redoubt...
Promises of a smile that alleviate cares...
Silly stares of voiced concern, for a rational pout...
Shown persistence, that has a friend, which fares...

There is an echo in my way...
Simple senses of wonder to differ with?
Angels and is, not the secrets of witnessing may
Ahem, the order to a liberty's sunshine, is until bliss...

Poor, the psyche I imagine
Together, with a reason beyond saviors and gaiety
Anxious forces, have seen the soul of my austere plan?
Why is adding the guidance of roles, to occur with spontaneity?

Where has a quiet throe of light to the dread been?
We offer is a catch of solemn intent, that has
The turn of authority, for a sharing exist of lead, lent
To and from a heeding heart of simplicity, taken as times faster

Is retrospect, actual love?
Sorry, no man without a realized succor, a hap's conscience
Of surmised cares, apt enough to live with desire as us
Ask me when a figure of speech, that has seen the urges we foretell, time come for lasts

A quiet question...
To a dependency's need
Simple advantage; sincerity's blessing
Has a liberty in notion, for a world's steed?

A race to heaven; common love
Sorrow and persuasion, to king's found
The dote of mercy, a clash of us...
With quarter, a lover imparts a rise of allow

No hatred, for a common fate?
So sweet, the kindred of youth's vice
Strength, do we complete a fulfilled sate?
Such in love, such in might; only mercy has life

The sigh of conscience...
Sad beginnings of loves lot, wealth?
Has it's own, for a shadow's prescience
Serious as this seems, do children bespeak health?

The soul of unique harmony
So made, a promise of a loving vision
Set to rights, for a quieter answer, in all intimacy...
A challenging stir of when a voices care, is your wishes...

The beauty of made beds?
Irony on the verge of beauty cope?
Settling bared for a beauty, in the name of sleep?
A question of simplicity, for beauty to requite a hope?

Soul, a passion has come, to ye...
Let with solemn have, and the actual
Powers that since, singing the soul of worth into view be
The rage of decency, to earn the better of a future who...

Pride is a laboring voice, with a moment to same notion
Needfulness with a bared truth, eats from the hand of beauty
Sound to solace, and the devil to see, is the world's sin
Comparing *** with a riddance's dance, is only lucre

How or the risks of hatred...
Know love like a challenge of sincerity, that hasn't
Adage and cares intoned with a house sulking, is terror's lead?
When avid is a searching heed, it is a voice that wasn't...

Save honor the time, and you will see...
A choice of significance to a wish, larger than life atoned
With the reasons of virtue, that began with a seeming victory
Of life in the grasp of love, that has sat a champion of a soul, one...

A chance meeting with something besides beauty...?
Sour and in deference to liberty, the question of earned kind
Is for the senses, of witnessing the grace it took, each
Idea of life continuing to be, the reality we made, for a heart and a mind...