Sweeter, to adjust to a shadow
Fruition, in no way a sudden future
Survival to alacrity, glad to owe...
Where we are, a have to predict purity...

Same sense, same scent...?
Adrenaline fueled
A reason to foretell meant
With the ides of composure, silence due?

Mutual poise
Purpose ought, a halt
To obscurity, a wiser choice
Has said hello, for a salt...

Common, certain problems...
Just to save curiosity the trouble
Succinct energy's, sated by a whim
Share a decency, like it was ours, wonder

Shadows of change
Told to accrue accept, like another friend
Spare time, for the total of strange...
No matter how well done, we know life for its ends...

Sought without treacle
Added forces, that knew me
Actual lip for a liberty to still
The oncoming voice of reality, which to live is anarchy

But sakes, with resolves ice?
Brazen futures of dismay
In the harkening ordeal of wonder's spice
Given the gift of today, is any and all may?

Ripeness of worth, on the behalf
Of simplicity, there always a reign
Of suppose and its final victory, sass
Ancient as a cloud of virtue can be, there is always pain...

Till we understate the dreams of another
The courtesy of a somber wish, with it to show...
Caught like timidity was a choice, of sincere bother
Letting love be the lucre of the day, a curiosity we owe...

Is a long-standing debt, to a wishes heart...
Which came first, the chastity or the ecstasy?
The doles of harmony, are saviors of shrewdness that art?
Space for lingering in the paces and shadows, of intimacy...

Is a lover's ghost for any who would, or am I the doting meant?
A chance of risen honor, that has the time...
Welcome me to youthful pasts, if not passion in the charm lent
A presence of mind, with a wish as the only way to a soul's kind?

Drinking with also's ghost?
Haven't to fuel, a conversation to live better, than a carnal know...
Of imagination and voiced seldom to favor, a wish that included a host
Of vice to fall in lots of sincere vanity, that was promised how, to a worthier world...

Sweet opus, sweeter hope
Anger in the same, of a friends stare?
Sent from here to eternity, a chastity's cope
Through the eyes of friendship, we know a care...

Sentiment of challenges, asked to contain
A laugh of days long austerity
The grace or the cramp of resolve, to maintain
A hopeful live and let it be known, the choice of a vanity

Sweet hope, sweeter opus
Set to livid forces, we sake a chance meeting
With advancing judgment, of a seemingly national cause
Set to living days, a blow of wind with time for a friend?

Prayers are said
Patience be a column of repose, livid even as tears stream
Plied eyes should, a careful need for what was lead
Persuasion of a courtesy, that has become a pet demon...

Pretty invaders, in particularity's cloth, seconds of dress
That are formal, that are fiendish?
To make no mistake about a hateful lip, heard in the God bless
Of the moment partaken, where a silent mention of a wish...

Is a brazen cough, of psyche and dismay...
Taken to reality; for a simpler have, and orchestration
How is a waiting hour, the only way to seek a smile from a stranger?
Answering the question, a priest indicates if hell to pay, is our destination...

Secrets of watches, of the teary night
None to lay, and become a knight of persuasion asking ways
Of a reason beyond silence, the order of dread to a wishful right
Right about now, a marriage has looked, and seen times bell mays

Power of the named
And the cursing of prowess, to understate the privilege
Will a careful lip understand the notion, of a particular shame?
Setting love before justice, is a reality of gestures for life, or a ******?

Chances are
Happy tomorrow, but unnerved today...
Welcoming a future cough, to deliverance on far?
With such and much to say...

Stirring advances
Of a fight, for simplicity's life
Lowly, a callous smile asks
What is an apple, without the knife?

A party from hell and back...
See the wizening health, of moments
Saved by the complex ire, we seem to lack
A halo of dance and fragrances, to make merry seem, a lament...?

Curiosity, of the other wise
Coming for subtle pittances
Sour to use, sweet to despise...
A catering of poignancy, to what isn't

Chaster, than life
Secret's of a rendezvous, with dread
Sat extinct, in the midst's of sight
Are we but stones of promises, to be broken ahead?

Sated by remorse
An evil eye, a salient gift
Silent to you, is the first of many worse?
Speeds of compliment, to understate an eye to lift...

Roads of paradise?
And the heat of a romance's kindness
Swear by the austere, a callous force to wizen?
In the mind of decency, is the sanity of guidance to attest...

A kiss of harmony...
And the children of sincerity, with no moment of goals
Sovereign tools of seldom seemed, alive in the sky's intimacy
Pick your poison or your letter, a challenge of dismay is here to fulfil

Likened to stillness of a metal that has the time...
Stir your future in a clashing spoil, of what was our hope
Saved by stone, and the still eternity of steel, is God after your life?
Notice the momentum of love, sanity is a relationship in hatreds cope

Blue of the sky...
Seldom with a kissed order, to heart and the thirst...
Of ventures and seem, ready to give you an able why
Just for the canniness of promises, the sky has burst...

No one knows?
Acceptance and defensive gaiety
Sour old bills and chills we owed
Saving the world from a talk, with anxiety

Are we decent, are we found...
For a simpler song of choice?
Taken reasons, we prefer by the sound
Of another kindness, that is a voice...

Western purposes
In the mind, and the ease of a heart
Since to realer cans, and uses
Will such a dramatic survival, start?

With everybody knows
Added courage, in the fate
We directed to the wiser in soul...
Who, try yourself, when the world is asleep?

Ancient men and women, with secrets for pillows
Saked a truer finish to more wishes, than a child could earn...
Arranged in the now, wasn't a clashing eye to borrow?
Saving tears from a chosen may, are we time to learn?

Tales of call and response, to a rhythm in heaven
Like sincerity is to be...
And couth is a walking age, made to fit for a living
Why not peace, love and understanding...?

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...