Totally, for ever more, as sure...
Spirited away
With our eyes watching the sun, curious
The glare of history, is with us to say...

I love to see you, love
Cause and creation
When nights roam, spirit even does
The obvious, a heart to know needs sensation...

Has become...
Our soul reason to exist
Letting the lent have a taste of home
We are the people, who have happiness to list

Rage was such an old man
Sitting in his overdue chair
Pregnancy, layovers, and books; have a plan
Will a secret arranged to excuse sharing's stare...?

At this time, the bills came to be paid
Heat, grocery's and rent
Where we were, the eyes of what we said...
Alive, in the name of life, we meant...

Watch a bar of soap, marvel?
Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap...
But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul
Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker...

***** with a racier past, friend?
Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek...
Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's?
Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...?

Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall...
Here of love, to make many more than meant
In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little
And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat?

Talc, and each...
Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness...
At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach...
For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless...

That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor
And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings?
To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query
Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...

Two of salt
Have a heaven, have a done
Wrent with the times, a unison fault?
A picture of silence, when you have a question?

What is salt to a weary heaven?
Claim the door, or make a fruit a sovereign future
We have the sulking, the tradition of when art is the question
Can a hardier nuance, become the notion to endure?

A picture of paradise?
Promises and privilege, to greet your decisions
Of waiting and fating the stare, opus hopes is wise
So to a form in choices void, is a wakeful two, intimation?

Of a welling conscience, and the first of many kinds
Of wishes for, and taken with impressions visit
Medians or tedium, a rule of voice is to become our mind
A sake, with tomorrow on its nerves, and the rest of the future for wit

Creating the art of hours, a wishing order to worth
Is a raging held in honor or contempt?
Longing for a masters stroke, can a sharing candor, leave us with certain...
Ours of heed, and curiosity, to be a show of what life lent?

The mastery of a premonition
To work the magic of the age, a host's place and or confirmation
Come by the senses of another, to speak the truth of intuition
That has become the pout of romantic powers, a vision of a generation?

Sorry won't do...
Open to arguably the same
Of what is, a person of who
The truth, when I quietly name...

Children a universal charity...
Elect a seer, or offer a proven
Wait, is ours for a faring vanity
The has your might, as chastity's problem...

Fly by, and heed?
A question of moments, more adores
Ask the question of mete and need
The luck of angel's, is anger was...

A place for cynical wealth, lost
A pace of worthier demonstration, caught
A pax of elucidated reasons, saw us
A person with uniqueness depends, saw it

Given the gift of giving
That youth has come of age
For a sincerity, sated with living
In the shadow of kindness, not angers fate

Honor, I wear a discotheque
Like, a clown's first dance
Integrity, comes for permission, wicked
Opinion, salt and pepper on an egg, is a demon's problem

Little more, than a thank you
Sassafras, is no hap's ecstasy
In the proud and angry due...
We made a frank photograph, your drunk intimacy...

Is a pardoned stare, at faerie tales
Meant upheld, upheaval is a wager
Of a world, with no clash with vice fail's
Proper though, in the name of fate's mere

Mercy, with an extra shirt
Ready for a pant's relent, regret
In an unescapable kiss, of hurt
And possessing quaintness, we are the boding let...

Witness the gasp...
Of a spirit, erudite to a finish
Of levity, long before callous can ask
Is it all right, to wink at liberty's wish?

Wealth...:
Simple reaches, to work for an echo...
Through the place of patience, health
Of a commune with sharing, we loved:

Envoy the grim, enjoy the stimulation
Oft a harmony, that has foiled love
With more than a rainbow, a light of stipulation
Come for victory, over a coarse lie of us...

Tomorrow, is the eye of a lover...
Sweat, can hope harvest itself, now?
Rued by the dread of chaste, ever overt
Is a needy gasp of purpose, even our how?

Tomorrow, has come...
With a shall's most provocative...
Breathed simply, and for some...
Sense itself, comes from a spirit to give...

Obvious tomorrow's...
With a moment to sulk
And save you from love borrowed
From a savage isolation, a world has come by to balk

Time, I borrowed...
A liberty's cause, overtly
The range of a voice, harrowed
By the silence of a worldly sigh, I clarify...

Speed in the rain
Spare isn't and their shoulder, to which we shall
Share a daze of rage, that has beauty to complain
A merit of stronger ideal's, were a swallow of pride's all

Knock, knock
Who's there? rainbow baby...
Rainbow baby, who? while the thunder finds a rock
Rainbow baby can play flute lightning quick...

So, the better question is...?
Why do politicians kiss baby's?
Because a family knows when to cry
At the oncoming storm of protest, that, is the shoulder of that family

We got fed, a shadow...
Teeth of wishes to include a miserable portion, of could notoriety...
Secret's to underscore a sharing wind of prevention, a fickle owe...
Is a timid sweet tooth on a journey to your future past myself hungry?

Of course, eye candy
Had in a rise of temptation
With somber welcome, is rage handy?
Brazen and tender, is dancing a nation?

Compare ours to us...
Requited anarchy, with a moment
To tell hatred to take a bus
Cross town, when we know cope is silent...

Night
And the being start to something better
Shake your pass, or keep your house light's on, right?
If we stake a claim, on our sleepy whether?

Another rainbow with a pet pity...
Sick or spit, a smile at you...
Waiting on your color, lady liberty
Have we accepted truth, as a key to simpler futures?

Where a fire in opuses heart, is my fruition
Ten fingers and ten toes, with adding imagination
I see the prophecy, in a dance with intuition
That you left to integrity, for yourself; soap and patience

Know me...
For a sound
Of rainbows, with a key
To an angel's home...

Where is God...
If I throw a light
On heaven, and all it's ought
Just the right side, of might...

Made to know
Making best of only worse
Have I cheated you, from it's blow?
Bare the smile, of sense of course...

Walk by
And I will say hi
If decency, is no lie
Just to remind, asking God for why...?

Is like counting your blessing's, *******
Is merit to the man, with homes guidance, ****
Is a worthier opulence, that just a hole, sharing dole
Is a requited angel, that has seen the light, work

Speed in love
Speed to eat, from a rainbow
Speed to know, the sun shines for us
Speed to give, a heart an angels how

Spare me...
The reach of roles; worth endeavor...
Subtle likes, of when the earth becomes anarchy
Can't, a face see the life we were?

Candor, in a hand held
So to how, a vestige of resilience
Come by sense, a meet so little
Of how a soul can be, a lover's chance...

Save a wish
The times throw of light
Sense we shall know, has reality to relish
Stark knowledge of better, than a dread right...

To see what went away
In the might's of generosity
Just to become, just to say
We know love is life's virtuosity

Light has a language
Share the wealth...
Worth is ours, for a quaint rage
Stick out your tongue, we sake health

Waged wars, stirring a shadow
Mete and future heat
Had for arbitrary whence, when owed
Is a clash with empathy, embarrassed to seat...?

An angel at the table of anarchy
Sweet fares, sweeter charity
Marvel with mine, a dead flower is happy
Tell tale harmony, of vivid disparity...

Ought the spare, the special
Lips of virtue, we will know
Water over the bridge, and a succinct smell
Of death playing, at an imagined blow...?

Of a friend, within an eyes shadow
See me, the ironic role of breath
With a moment to decide, a gladdened more
That has bespoken the world, in a day love has let...

A wish in a coal mine
Rainbows yell at each other...
When darkness comes to shine
Certainly, suddenly knows when we bother

Subtle echoes of feelings
A heart has for few, a sense oft due
Made from silent charisma, a ruse in the dealings?
Of our vanity, who'se business is in adding love?

Rainbows know when to cry...
Like better asking, we already have?
Do their birds of a feather, have wishes to fly?
Wings in love, encourage mercy to save...

Integrity has taken a step...
Many and a marvel, keeping a peace
Like the sun, worshipped a lip
With a night's simplicity; is our ease...?

Each of a smile
If not the shied but true kiss, of respect
And its weary way, to another tear of denial?
Letting hope see our knowing, we know what to expect...

Rainbowing guff
Which wasn't whether other wise
The ordeal of love
Was ours, a heart to despise?

Wagers appear
Salt for honey
Quiet for pepper
All out, for the money

Sat urges
Complete the stalking...
When misery has a word...
Isn't a stickler for how, wishes walking?

True...
We have the odor of anxiety
Made to order, made to due
The impossible, in order of tragedy...

Complex cousins
Ready to dance, obligation, into the light
When such, a saving grace, has seen the poison
Blind bell's on the route, to what fate might...

Likewise asked
A horn of plenty
A jaundiced look for facts
A storied gift, to overwhelm the method of rendering

Gaiety
And universal aplomb
For a rights spontaneity
Is courage ours, for what was first and them?

Today we see the truth
Immediate course to a pleasing craft
Taken as a true believer, the pace of couth
Is a willing host, the common curiosity to keep, hath?

Ready to acknowledge
A learned simplicity, in the heed of intellect
Is a waiting garden of composure, a deeds wage
Has sat and noticed the coming liberty we reflect

Speed to interim, the tale of beloved gains
Of resolve, to redress the stead we knew, is merit
The very voice of needful vanity, as it reigns
Is ours for a weight of the world, and its unique wit?

Shyness redeemed:
Asking livid wishes of a smile, that seldom due
With particularity, a coping whim
That has seen the guidance of knowledge as it was, worthier love

Walk for it...
Ideal's for sojourn's deed
A promised jewel for your wit
Spare to my eye, wishes will feed...

Mercy, to a quaint dance
Might a problem sit?
I will still kind, of a shared defense
Misery, is remembering when I meant...

Simplicity's swallow...
Of verisimilitude to conceive
All's of a decision, here to hallow
Risks or retinue, waiting is ours to believe

A drive for impression...
Is salt the divine?
A shame has tendered, a care's lesson
A quieter question, that will share haves marital shine?

Profession of a charisma's flower:
Shall we compare ourselves
To awe or wisdom, known a charity for my sighing's lover
That has a voice that gave merit, my name, for what delves...

Serendipity
True to through
Though, a rainbow travel far
The question of might, is openly should

A house of energy's
Quiet critique
Halt and habit, specific
Live sincerity's life well, we have each

Doors may close
And suspect a chaste
Is a courage to pose
The other side of promises, fast

The conquering of death, with dread
Ahead is a boding continue
Of what we know, is a living lead
To the sigh of consummation, with liberty due...

We see the creation, the commotion
Owed a love, by the reality of sakes
Made to keep a rolling serve of devotion
To the mercy of us, all of a lover's might, with which we make...

Spoken first, particular last
With a mightier introduction, ahead
Since sincerity, since seclusion, so fast...
Has the voice of a beautiful angel, awoken to lead...

Meetings of the mind
Continue in the voice, meager times
Hope and surmisal, can be so kind...
Letting a lost promise, become strength's trying...

Survival's prophecy, of the fittest
Where in, stirs of shared conscience
Is the can't, the cope of truth, a senses test...
Adage over communed liberty, overtly presence...

A tale of two liberty's
Shown a calling, a creed to instinct, due
Know a keep, beyond which is civility...
Ready an eye, of comprehension is anarchy's you...

Salt to salt, spice to spice
Where, out to dance among intuition's stars
Has the new voice, of now in love twice...
The rue of simplicity, the risk of summation, by far...

Now is, new isn't
Nothing but succinct...
Compare me to something besides wisdom?
Have you seen a care, without believing...?

Can seldom become an occult?
Impatience is mine, for sincerity, to a fault
Sweet Christ, am I a have's vivid salt?
Void is my name of you, until I select light for shalt...

Irony is an awakening source...
Simple futures, fruit like a question
Angel's of a feather, finish a lot with love's force
Answer's of chastity, haven't received my blessing

But beauty has...
An age to itself
Letting bother become your fascination
Is another question, of powers and their wealth?

When a tree makes a wish for you...
Is the world its lord, or should you clarify
An our of held lips, until harmony is due...
The truth of a voice, known as a miracle's vanity

Share, are we your decency?
Share a little more, history
Share is ours, to spite, leniency
Share, it had to be you, wisdom's epistolary

Prevent or protect
Salacious, we know bitter try's
Of a sincerity, determined to collect
Fright's, in the name of when beauty cry's

Pardon me, the future silence
Somehow, asking a savior's heart, how
Special is a tribute, on the chin...
Secret's with a many, misery in a tow

Can't mean the better?
Sordid advances...
Makes the call, to finish the letter
Of a wish, then with avarice's chances

Reposed, the had guilt
Sense seemly, a willful and sour sake
Has our opinion, all in a row to be felt
With love before life's content, accepting a mind is one to make...

Simply the seen
And devoid, we know a clue
To a sharing breeze
Is a whole presence of mind, to accept due?

Welcome to peace
Welcome to eclectic shall
Welcome to wishes we make, feast
Welcome to the table

Where is habit if I surmise a legend?
Taken with life's little pill, is havoc to compose a charade?
With realms to simpleness, is a guest my only amend?
Sincerity in justices' way, will we compare the actual to love or hate?

Welcome, indeed...
Sour notice for an endearing friend, never in forces allowed?
Time to wish in verbose causes, a summary lead
Has us for the next, the best to expect a living's power...

Spoken tests
Of virtue in the neglect
We made what is your surviving smile, of lests
A query of the conditions, of what tomorrow reflects...

Minor adjustment
To a thrilling gift, today is a worthy sort...
Many and all or any and few, to ask a relent
Is history a reach for better now's, than a day on its course?

Major question
In a bell, we see the forest for the trees...
Rung proud, to let hope save a charity for life's oppress
We have found the welcome of strangers, to be like cunning bees

Moment's superiority
And the hour of onus we took for granted, the truth
Is awake, is becoming sake, and known to smile if naked
Singing its praises, in certain language, is hatred youth?

Done like your smile, was our first tongue, to understand misery?
Happening with demand, depend is a reign we designate sick
But letting doles be souls, can a dramatic entrance be a relative history?
Be the better of destiny, fated with an orchestrations fire, lick for lick

The stare of compromises, the faring of life as it wizens...
Stirred with the causes and effect, that made time a sincerity
Grander with a ray of sunshine, but greater as a glares decision
Can a whole might, of what is a bared appeal, be the voice you make for integrity?

Waited women
Sojourning men
Accuracy, for a doling wind
Sophistication, and their children...

Purpose ought a promise...
Sans a wishful eye, we knew you...
Truer by a salt; a fault to wizen...
Collapse and see, the honor you are due...

Adding hours, with their causes
Risque, is the name of sinister works?
But with reality to invest, the cares are odd...
Of a reason in love with bests, the smile of worsts?

Callous
Actual liberty, to worth in the limelight...?
A voice so simple, that it is the speed of us
Viewing the mercy in a lived seem, are we forever, right?

Lies to the patience, the turn of solace into deems weal, real...
Have the excuse of decisions few, but forces of a secret's wish
Has become the only way to pardon life, a heart to steal?
Hatred is cheap, when your mind swims with a fish...

God's heaven
Smiles of decency, for a frightening halt to it
Timid futures, with a place for love, even given
Only lead by the truth of us, sincerity and wit...

Sleep of the, ages...
Sent to went, the tilling eye of loves sate...
Merit in one more kindness, above which is life's wages...
Time with no proof, of what is a lovers fate...

Forget the fire...
Finer, by a cerebral introduction
Space for use, and a hello, in no denial
Has conceded our future, a mightier reflection...

The quite of quiet
When we are, a hap to convince
Avidly, the knowing of a right
Seldom and the many, to look for ends

Energy in the name...
Odd to argue, but with misery's lip
Weren't we the spite of an austere shame
Grant us the unity in a tow, and we will show wit

Cares of a more, then mercy
Excel's at a weary eye...
Been a shadow of example, to worry
Is a wanton call of suicide, a sigh...

To collect a silent fury?
The marvel of assumption's tongue
No future, knowing a fool to carry
A wish to oblivion, is our courage a hero already won?

God
No feat, without a shared liberty
Dote or dole, saviors are our nod
Bared eyes of justice, took anarchy...

Sense beyond a horizon
Speed is a gift, if given lit
Poor days of callous seem, a more won
From the exaction of you, your wisdom and wit

Wishes for little futures
Are mine, mind the pace of hate
Pale was its name, a done so curious
Furious in flight, and a soul so late...

Look with your many, a might's heart
Is a single love, sat before me
In the darkened eyes of worlds, is a start
To live better than love has a right to be...

The nature of children
With further power, I know a spirit's fun
Let like a grace was, the truth of the wind
Spare to will, we will know it's life for one...

Prowess, judgment, and bravery
Solitude is a walking hope
Tours of energy, have the world savory
Delighted with peace, a rallying cry of cope?

Delivering the news
Of austerity, the tout of power
Has the future, a fusion of a worlds good
Separate me from a stir of vicinity, baring is how?

Hello since a raging storm, has the voice
A waiting hour, to search forces for voids
Of caring for a wish of simplicity, a unifying choice
To place the service of ourselves, into the light of sorts?

Gifts of love?
Seldom to venture forth, with the arms of fated curiosity
Charisma in a whole ley, of works we dote are us
But a risk of beauty to a chaste, is it virtuosity?

The cloth of voiced persuasion
Halt and eschew the truth, a weary solemnity
Just for peace's argument, is tomorrow a savior's intuition?
Just because willingness has a soul, do we know a nativity?

For the silence of creation, a secret of simplicity
Worthing itself, as a shared host, of what was might
Many and decision, any and intimation, of divine sincerity
Has the moment and the need, of a universal right...

Children grew, with the passion of inclusion...
A habit of vice, to vindicate a victory
That has the voice of dependency, a filial cause to win
The marvel of understanding what will, a patience in history

Quiet, somebody
Laughter is a question
Quite to vice and many
Oddly, the other smile of directions

To and from, a similarity
To ourselves, someone
Proud to know selfless, maybe alacrity
Has sensed a truth, is no fun

Worth separate kind
Welcome to the ire we provide
Sour notice, a stir asking time
To wonder if life can compare sense shied

Hope, you wait for a reason...
Spare though a reign can be
Living for simpler love, is an avid question
Made from yet, the wishes of anarchy

Loving the moment
With all of a sense, in motion
Bared sincerity, is for those that relent
In the way of decency, to these devotion...

Proper with sight seen
Making the noise of privilege
If not the cares of reprimand
Long to the land, we know callousness, like a religion

No epitome, no illustriousness
In the again of since and a charity
Of veracity complete, to a sincere guess
The reigning hello, of decision of life, in its variety

So made, so accused
A marriage of such and conclusions much...
To due, the courage to acquire the boding, of enthusiasm
Still to worldly eyes, is a relationship with vice the only cause?

The only cause to develop a change of merit, into the living
Taste and testimony, always were...
The taken and made, hour of hope come from a running
Stead and foresworn need, the role of vision is for...

A head above the water, of mutual suicide
Silence of heaven, with a realization of couth
Could in the shared eyes of composure, to these even wryed
Is a levity in cares, that rise above the uncertainty of carnal who'd?

Talking tea
With a summoned friend
More than a shadow of due, we...
Know the skirting of justice, to end

Tea with a risen moment
To verify the calm, of seem in a worldly cast
Of duty before youth, a travail to know and lament?
The tally of sore senses, ready to accept here for ask

Somber news, inevitably the voice of regiment
And reason, are you all in life, a rational yet
Come by beauty, of sincerity and just terror to relent
A having dance of minds loved by the appetite we whet

See the misery we appoint, to another
Cause and effect, with a bidding lip of real
Enough totals of shared more, the need of an open bother
To come forward for the soul, if not a spirit of courtesy to feel

Into the void of common questions and answers
To the fate of hours we destined to hope
In the name of couth, and its most frightening tear
With the place and tale of nearness, with a choice beyond cope

Tear the chide of need from your face...
Sent with the love of us, might we sake a new rainbow
You drunk like a passion of demand and the order of says
The chastity of heed we all know could, an eye of heaven to owe

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...

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...

Was not, want not
Maybe waste, is a hero...
Specific notion, of a quaint lot
Given to significant others, to owe

Promises and races
Taken advantage of...
Lucre, in tight places
To tear fright from an alien love

Powers that did...
Hark amidst times rest
A halt of hardship, habit, and hid
Youths of a secret, we blessed

Time in now's moral
Such, a reason for each
Their solitude, is sour rational
The question, of life to reach...

For loves first kiss...
Peace, worth more than poise
With each decency, we made is
A world's choice...

Steadfast
Risen to done, inclined
With a times shadow, to last
Among causes sign's...

Deeds of without...
Sated by roles of history
That a common power...
Makes a chance, of life's epistolary

Crave more...
Than an impunity
To introduce a quiet war
Of a candid salvation of humanity...

Rancor and/or hunger?
Places of distrust, if not deception?
Have a song's life, long before done and gone, were...
The truth of sincerity, is means, from its inception

Taken with the might, of serendipity
Come by the ought, of better aspiration
Mere, has become my voice for liberty
Like a stone, of choices seen, I see a host's generation...

Doors with no pleasance
Doors with a memory of teeth
Doors with angels to remark, a unison in chance
Doors with dread for each sincerity, we let

Doors in love?
Still to fore, the guarantee
The silence of guidance, to relocate to us
Welcome a shrewd forth, as if might made me happy

Tenuous
And taken with a smile
Here to say, time with baring, to bless
Has come by the still day, all the while

Liberty...
Is a raging storm the only way to communicate?
The assuaged voice of redemption, a universes key
To take to another, the open bother, of sense to wait

For passion to become...
Got, in a row of exception, enthusiasm
Has to have it now, the levity of questions all along
In the name of an answer, a place for a heart to avow at last

She wear acceptation, like a moment alone
She dream in dances, that will the wisdom to life
She speak in loves riddles, answered only by love, atoned
She take to the time, to sit the hour with our decency, wife?

Day to day
Lips of values; simpler eyes
Wishes so profound, asking if intellect may?
Deciding upon sharing, a whetted appetite for why...

Is a humanity seen, the better voice to lead?
Quiet bother, the serious
If not the scurrilous; a wish so alive in said...
Solace and virtue, a place for each seldom of hope, curious...

Wet eyes, with a moment to tell?
Why the tear of valor, to make a realm in each, a patience?
Having come and went to wisdom for a word, with hell...
Which has become a raging stir, of what was a heart of vanity, with terror for ages?

Your strength, if not the storm of perseverance
I've seen to be; a dance in the sunlight...
Where a sigh of requite, is no requiem, of vehement chance
A voice of change, that has become only better in insight's mind

An obvious example, comes to mine...
If the twain is to be a champion, of what we know for truth
Isn't a wish the future, as if a premonition was forever kind...
Every spirit of determination, asking what is a light to risen youth?

Wasn't, not was...
The tale of entertained innocence
Speak of the devil, is all of a heed, a buzz?
Long times with a pretty eye, that took on the proverbial since...

Honey, and a summary land...
Sent to a rhyming breeze? obscure was a noble they
Venting irony for a risen dance? welcoming mercy at hand
Baring the shall's comment to a calling? secrets with prettier eyes, may...

Talking with the burden; so adroit, of a banal instinct...?
Has focused another's eye on the problems of home...
Heavenly couth or the curse of happenstance
Has welcomed us, not the spoil of demand, but a wish becoming some...

Wealth, versus wisdom
In the pity, we fight like aristocratic futures...
Found like a stricken conversation let, to complete and win
Salvation of a peace; is ours for question we made, to purity...

But, where, is the fun in that...
Save your hug first, for a rolling presence of sharing a loyalty
Simple as pie, a black bird has spilled the beans, a royal isn't...
That is the cough of dependency, for a soul with or without, simplicity?

Good morning, angel
How was the nights resolve, sleepy philosophy till the end?
You awoke when a silence was early, the hour given to little...
Loves and daring decency, of a waiting hope, to make your liberty a host to render...?

The patience you show, and the embarrassment of should?
A showing live of simpler sorts, with the count of shadows...
Persistent little cease and desist, approval of a nary come would
Without a friend for hap, from here to eternity with a spoken said:

Wishes that play the part
Wishes that compare final luck, to a promise that seems to keep
Wishes that rued the irony of poise, into two parts of art
Wishes that sake a divine course for the breath of a season's leap

Of succinct chances and flowers that gave the wonder of solitude...
Somewhere, the poignancy of a shared idea, if not the dragon that made you...
Is a weary hindsight, that has sat on the laurels of worth, like a shoulder
Your care for these, meant and lent with virtue, has juice to please?

Water flows south
If it's in love...
Dancing with the devil, is all mouth
If a sea shall, is a world, a history's covenant?

Haunt, of a need...
Eaves, with the truth's eyes?
Of an angelic lead...
Doesn't anger eat fear, from its own fineness?

Finality of a golden wouldn't
First to stare, makes the bell...
Of fate, a prettier climate, too soon a wit?
Chaste or actual pasts; is the future hell?

Have me when, has mete where?
A salt of signs, and reality of a drive
In the unknown, with a peace so fair...
A charisma should dance, until I keep silence

The price love paid for austerity...
Is ours; isn't ourselves from an adding shadow?
With a savior, of what was virginity...
Is my name for courage, a tear's promise known?

Justice for a friend
Salutations in a frank history
See, my eyes have a care, to lend
A word to the wise, for a pleasance's epistolary

Poorer, the tale of jealousy...
Sophistication, if not a clashing hour
To develop the cares, of a song so heady
With the passion of decency, the curiosity of sincerity, so dour...

Patience, a bridge of domain...
Sour to touch, but roam greater by need
Somehow, they are the scope, of a prodigious aim
We are to be a callous deed, in the reach of powers, even heed...

A wish for longevity, with a prayer for eyes
Saving the might we dote, for a baring hope
A tally of cause, to collect another world, to its heart for what sigh's
Is but a song, that remains in light, even when we understate those

Purpose under a living lead
To and for from, the seldom we see
In the reach of kinds, of gifts and miracles we seem
Another may and can, the salts of salvation, we be...

Red...
The snore of a ghost...?
Has seen a party, with music fed
A prayer; a sincerity lost?

Catching a breeze
Catching a star
Chances predict, a certain heathen
With marveling eyes, staring at far

Away
Motion of a decision
Saving might from may
A sorrow has spent a stare's lesson

Purpose beyond
Stifling a wish, that gave...
No man a soul, for psyche and longing?
Are we to dance, alone or might we take...

The time to ask
Cause curious, enough to face...
The music, for its compassion of facts?
Seeing a cacophony, I know you, for dread's race...

Ably, a convenient door
Caution, I would esteem's vain
Let with poorer light, a certain valor
Has taken me, for a fate that prayed...

Sweet order
To a life, so lived
So sent to wishes, foreign?
In the name of love, given

But persuasion remains
Sour reasons, with a tongue
Let in certain light anew, the stains
Of lucre's rhetoric, has a voice that won

Hatred, for a kiss
Somehow profound
Somehow blood, is our only wish?
Breaking a promise, sympathy allowed

A welcome turn of chaste
Into a fate of simple regrets
Made well, and in need, haste
That stole life's reasons, where we never met...?