Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

Weighted
For home, to see any fated
Light, and its heart...?
Worth without, a coping all to start...?

So, waited...
Has a view, of harmony sated
An inclining deem of reason...
Sat in a heat's shadow, to endure a desire's season?

Quiet forces
Witnessing, an acquiring sense of worsens...
Has the youth, for are's demonstration
Poignancy and burden, love, precisely my notion...

The awakening sun
Promising any moment with the truth, won
Twain is a parables pardon
For what cares love, has become...

The sanctified night?
With almost, the belly of always, right...
Sense of a serious less, given a sighs guest to many ways
Are we to dance well under the stars, if a shine of liberty, mays?

Monkey bone
Sat on a rhymes table
Sweet Jerusalem...
Weighing youth, for asking's babel?

Watcher's in love
Of a needy name...
Shallow winds, come to discuss...?
A promise in wonders fame

Ashes to passing ashes
Dust to grievances dust
Tooth for truer tooth, lasting
Eye for unnerved eyes, thus

Thus, the history of youth?
With a prayer for immaculate lips...
So to a future commit, a talk with judgment couth
Are we a salt, to venture forth and wholly sit?

Monkeys playing God...
Shrewd and sly, a word to the wise?
Spare heed, of a mercy to sake, ahead
Hairs speed, a fright that eats avid, minding...

My hiccough...
My limit, of time to question
The austerity of seen seldom, a wish to come?
With a house of pain, we wait on your prayers, for blessing...?

Quiet
The tongue of worldly forces
Has a season of shame, for might
Letting misery have am, leading many to more...

Quiet...
The adding more, to seek a wishes heat
Is a fate to assume, love is a reach for a worldly twilight
That has your shadow of reality, to beat...

Yet, to affirm...
With a realm to sake, biding...
Boding a habit, of creating a sojourn
To a peaceful cause, in the shape of destiny, earns adding?

Within the wait of redemption, a droll season
Has sat and noticed me, in a privileges smile...
The land has it to yearn, for a future to wind and remain?
In a stoic refrain, we mention to any's fate, all the while:

Curious beginnings
With a reach for any who would
The salt of a shared stipulation, semblance of endings...?
That become the inheritance of now, the house of all and good?

Awakening at their appointed hour:
Our suggestion, our intimation...
Of cope, and a colloquial prayer, set to dour
Music? and the integrity of a world's forces of generations?

A prayer that turned into a defiant star...
Welcoming the here, the intellect of perception
Where we were, where distances of courage stare far
The need of silence and its prodigy, with a blind intuition...?

All of heed, a God warming to us...
We know this, with a remnant eye
The tarry of promises, to question even simplicity, thus
Nature with a conscience's vote, a role of integrity to lie?

Upon a bed of dignity, an answer for anarchy...
Worth in a worlds share, have we finished the patience's of peace?
Or the resumption of a halt to harrow, a hell in the name of what was merry...?
Times, the court of siblings with a deed for you, adrenaline is living's feast...

Heat, in a passionate stare
Caring for a simple dream...
Waiting is a world, to wish in an avidity's care
Is a beautified season, of this history, a quiet queen?

The throne of a royal woman...
Doe's, a hallowed choice begin at home?
Antiquity would indicate, a sense of reason
Long looks at a man, and the void of what silence has done?

Anarchy in a song has sprung into view
Paces and passion, patience and promises
With an original muse, for when asking is who...
Has the voice of earthen stares and worthier cares, a being for wise?

Is new and again later, the fate come to you forth a hug?
Was youth a drama of whole liberty, or the consumption of a kiss?
Silence is forever a king to come, like a house of a wish in love?
As shrewd as this may seem, is us a season for that if this?

Shame becomes a list of anxiety, with a moment to tell...
Youth is a story of a quiet and austere generosity, you should give...
Until a shadow has been named by itself, as if a world was little...
More than faith of others, when special was a curiosity to live...

The day of pregnancy's beauty?
The song has become a human challenge, that has been won
By now; you may have noticed how droll a hap can be, for suiting...
But champion's with privilege's cloth, will become a voice for seeking eternal love...

None, possessed
A river in truths times
Spare to sore heads...
A luck with a name for their crimes...

Sovereignty, finished
Please me, with a talk
Of the station, of a noble religion
When wishes seek the hand of angels, world's balk...

Sharing the levity, wished
Becoming a decision's shadow...
Has the voice of a pale insight, to mention
Glare at me all you want, a word to owe...

Craving essence, arrange
Our lives into a silent poise
Set in a secret's language, a ruley fade
Of stomached purpose, with a shoulder of choice...

Calling simple, more
Is like a shred of human decency
With a world to adjust to many, liberty to form
We have our reward, a terror in a shy family...

They favor asking's shade...?
In metaphor, in gaiety; a tongue of many
Has sat, in a question to fade
Into a pallid existence, with truth, any

A kiss on a blind neck...
My name is plain and introspect?
Shun the court of luck
When spare is fare, only sin reflect's...

Shame to dance:
With a beguiled promise...
Defend a savior, for my blindness
With the climb to fruition, a seasoning of vice?

Courage in temptation's way...
Sour notice of a justice, as a chide...
Consequence keeps altruism, like the back of my hand...
When became toward, is life it's own, snide...

The wages of where
Hair is a persuasion's all, an eye
In coolly collected sake, a charity
Has come of age, with a rainbow for order's of another, silence...

Privilege, has come of rage?
A succor, found bedlam...
Came and went, like an unified nation
Giving the truth, a bit of beauty's wisdom...

Guises in love, with a realm...
Of valor, the poise and waiting of simplicity
In the bells of the sky, a hunger, a health
Waiting on harmony's wish, a stir of implicitly...?

Harshness in a hash of destiny...
Set to reliant music, the toll of our secrets
Impugned totals, of decency come for a star's infinity...
Care is such; much of a timid could, asking about universal limits?

A light for synchronicity...
We wager is a scattered hope, the times to defeat devoidance
With the eyes, the purpose in love with a wakeful sleep...
Is reach in its fault, or its drama of poise that has avid chance?

Sweat of burden, instinct to liberate a hallowed shadow...?
In the decisions of ruling vice, with the grace of knowing meant
The voice of a proper patience, the tooth of remorse with ought's  how...
How is sincerity to avoid a clash, within the sphere of time and its letter?

Passion
In the stead we claim, is a reason to add the hill of pomposity
Quite an other; in the rage of seemliness was our only hope, integrity?
Of a quieter smile, in the name of entertaining a rational of reality?

Do we belong here, when the mind of antiquity was a revelation?
Like anarchy in succor's flames, a dragon of conscience
Has come of age, at whether liberty can be an intuition...
The power if not the privilege, of world's charm to imbue presence...

Angel's dancing on a pin...
Earthen stares, intellect forth a whisper of worth, no man
Without his eventual lip, is alone the works of redemption
In its way, is so, is go with a devoted **** of the fruit of the sun?

Do shadows clash?
With a light's, oracle...?
Should we intone, the sleep of passion?
Still in a night's touch, is love a suspense of, milk?

Miracles that reach for chastity...
Have a naming game in mind, for heed
Peek, poorer for a question's vanity
Of the solace of a wish, for another wish to lead...

We are the silence, the ghost
Of a need's chance, you know
Like a sojourn, with a dread's host
The place of reason, has become a you...

Rage, rationalize this...
Quiet of subtle time, forms
A vivid accusation, has become a lover's kiss
Ready to keep it all, in the hand of norms

Breath of worth, later
The might of wishes will become a lover's fate
Now in the presence and prayers, of honor sated
By the shy sight of ingenue, will we know the blessing of a wishes privacy?

So waited...
In human color
The reasons of a fury, to be fated
A wish of service to an ideal, as patience's fulfilment

Clear the worth
Care for a stomached hap
Calls of when, we were the roles of earth
Comes with a friend, to same and laugh

The boding nature
Of a promises jealousy
Toward the final lip, of coming whole to learn
A wish, is for any who would the rise of anarchy

The race of shame, succinct
To the liberty of virtue, a heart of sincerity?
With creation as a name, a place of inclination
With the volition of time, came in words of simplicity

A wager of pomposity:
If a callous form to ethics is to be
Is a legend of redoubt, ours for a clashing lividity?
See the cope, the succor of avid live; collect a hold of identity...

Omni-portrayal
******* in love, to the dark
And omnipresent vote for survival
Of love, ******* knows where avid harks

Children of love...
And steady immersion of poise to the like
Wise, the grace of reliance on us...
That has voice, for a philosophy of psyche

That we are sleeping next to...
Chance and devoid, the world's honor
Has come of age, in our stir of again and youth
Wouldn't you, the rosey future of stomached verve?

Awakening at a reasoned silence...
The tooth of simple society, has awoken with me
Poorer answers to liberty, with the flower of amends
Has become my service to an ideal, that is here to collect anarchy?

Sleepy beginnings...
To a call to worth, I don't know for a shy reality
Nor the solemn, a table of suicide for its garner of winnings
From the hands of guidance, that has established fealty...

A thank you kiss?
And the giving eye, of redress for indiscretion
With the kind repose of virtue, a halo of a worldly wish
Ready in peace's live, to weigh the common with our intuition

The truth of *******...
Ample redoubt of a knowing vice, that has you by the toe
Since to vainer gifts of sharing, with living strength to wit
Is it willful to judge another's dream, with the sense of worldlier soul's?

Roses over the farm
With machines to watch
Liberty is a quiet worth, in long marches
With tact to establish, and wantonness to match?

Working for an undue cloud, is like this
A host of wishes so profound...
Without any habit oft heed, for comparative bliss?
Of a human choice, in the shadows of a world

We grow the obvious
And harvest the complex, complete to winks
And stinks of the nowhere, many in seldom to discuss
The wages of simplicity, to know a character of what is...

Arts of the ******, wish for more...
Aches of intellect, service an ideal...
Acts of ingenue, know a craving host for order...
'And the scope of justice in the land, is it all and sanity, to heal?

Wounds of the ley, the avarice of a noble land?
Has stood, and begun the counting
Of a worthier wish than a clash of energy's at hand
With the pleasance of meager insight to keep, is suicide pouting?

Talc, with no time
Appropriate to simplify another's wish
Since, in a senses chew, the crusp and the rhyme
Letting the sun wind its way around a finger, a subtle is...

Weight of an argument, in future language
I have seen a whole dilemma, in love
The thought of strength, the taut and strange
Has a quiet answer for us...?

Tomorrow is my future, the tale of youth in song
Reconciliation, to work a liberty's magic
In the name of distant courage's, a heroism among
The place of desiring a fame, is it ours for the tragic?

Today has such a cold stare, for each
And beloved above, for any soul able to mean
The voice of redemption, a clash in the fate of reach
That has become but food for thought, with sincerity to glean

Yesterday to step forward, toward the patience we, sake
Welcome to the city of the sun, a praise of misery
And the coming mention of worth, from lips to fury, make
Me the truth, a halt of wishes in secluded lines, lived in history

The dance and the stone of cleverness?
Sides of worlds in love with me, not the avoiding heart
We saw make the story of wantonness, a presence of dread
Adding but the voice of summation, are we a new day to start?

Witches and wishes
Correction's table, questions trouble:
Avid is a quiet chance, of baring before fishes...
With a knowing stare, at worth final

Philosophy's of radiance
Real reaches of meticulous sorts
Sordid weal, fit enough for water's amends
Sanity is, a character being assured...

Two, catching a wishes fish...
Tomorrow, under an eye?
Presence over, the pace of a king?
Kisses that took you for, literally why...

Worth, saw an ideal
Of promises and integrity, fire
Is a sly ordeal, the lips of a devil?
With the pout of seldom, wisdom is many denials

Nobody wishes in a fire...
Sun appears to be, a likewise friend
With time's retrospection, irony is a love higher
That should know, how heaven came to be life's wind?

Avid, due is
A host of what most
A role of fate, to live like sates bliss
When the world collides, with home pie

Turn the entertainment on?
So weighted an argument, for you to be
A gainly season of truth, that some describe wrong
Like a babbling babe, we turn chaste into a miracle to lead

Shapes of timidity, to come
Sware at a thumb, or drink a beer...
The times are a foreign ship, with bells at the helm
With an approaching iceberg, that has shared your...

Daring a little more, asking sauce?
Escaping the temper of God, in a lifeboat?
Sweating the difference between us, and a hairy ****?
Is it all right to dance here, when silence has been overcome more?

Then you, the ship is your future, in the new?
Step into the light, or recede in the dark
Your sneezes predict a shall's conversation, with a cunning who?
Like love to light us a cigarette, we have the sea to hark...

A ruined shadow of a chance, with a special on suicide?
Money or insurance, your place is with me...
Mutual assurance in the now, with a particular habit of life
Something cheery, with soapy eyes and a shyness of meant we're

Mightier deity's
In my heart, a bough of sensation
With the moment, to explore reality's
Frugal lips drawn to the season of change...

Earning an angel's grace?
A knowing God has a word
With your deeds forth, a dubious space
Seldom was a kiss, with spirits in the heard...

Ears with soldiers in mind
Gifts and gaiety, all in anxiety's row
Run pretty prayers, for a further kind
Sounds of justice, come with a petty *****

Must, a meager shape meander through?
When the dole of me...
Came to a decision, for rancor more
So seldom, a reach for anger is anarchy...

Quiet, little wonder
Sharing might, with a total for love
In my means and measure...
I have answered your prophecy, with a question of us

One-two, ******'s you knew'd...
Three-four, hopin' the stranger world...
Five-six, passion is clearly, not a sick and lewd...
Seven-eight, the rest of that is up to you, and your...

Romance, in the dark:
Liberty and it's words
World's away, sour was its marvel...
Has the opus of starkness, been heard?

World?
Save a flower, another power
Get it, on the chaste ... early?
Letting misery have its word, is still a lover...

Rage...
Has the cause of law, by the toe...
Lots of luck, to a music to face...
Sit with my sweet, sweat is the only woe...

Rancour, is a secret advantage
For a salt, illustrious
We take to times, for a legend:
In the past, today's pain is ours to discuss

Sly homage
Of cares wish, to a meager fare
Found in reason's call, to a bodings wage
Realize me, with a meandering voice, that has a new care:

The promise of a carried lip
With time to see, the climate we stir
Rages own, a harrowing trip
To us finally, from the other side of love's world...?

Haven't
The weight of a home:
Just misery, in a wait, saving meant
For a friend, a shape of things to come

To come in a reign
Of symmetry, any old heart
Of wishes will do; a hunger for fame
That esteem, is an escort to choose smart

From a handier salt...
The world to confirm, candor
Of a needy walk with fault
Before a care has the truth, to serve

A shadow, a fear's angel...
With a borrowed tear...?
Fly away, and heed the gait of hell
Is my nobility, a truer crush of we're?

Pipe's of hatred?
Introducing a friend
As a copious blossom of a time, to lead
Another nefarious and austere means, away from sin...

Cheery, the does of charity
Caring for cope; like a saving grace...
Sweeter minds, compare liberty
To a beauty, with lucre to face...

World's of wishes
Working for wisdom's solemn might
Is like a house of reality's, is...
A heart of harkening, with time to be right?

Sakes be praised...
Philosophy, acceptance, and luck
Merit, a capable look at chastity's age
I am the times, with more to tuck...

Meager kinds, methodical why's
Of a simpler wish than trouble
Sweat, secret's, lovers that shy...
Wakeful vices, and the sincerity of waits habit, restitute and or whole...

The stares of time
To wonder, is a wandering could requite?
Long loosed, and seclusion, trying...
Could a harrowed light, be instinct so bright?

Lucidly, your spite...
Cares avid enough to share:
Shift like the sands of a pipe
Flirt, with the whole eye; to stare...

Misery, I see your salvation
In a heat, a whetted appetite
Is minus, a callous intimation?
Save a respect, the time to invent insight?

A demand of virtue
Guards and doors
Floors and pardon's, have a clue
Since we are so sore...

I have saved a pretty many, also...
Wishes nobody made, without another kiss
Of life, with a burden in a causes soul
Requited with surreality, we own their vices...

The thief of salvation?
Risen, ready, and raging jungles, to hope:
A tarrying pipe, don't sin...
When it is for the asking, like a calling to something besides the end of a rope...

Light my way...
Drugs are a future dragon
Come to highness, a friend of staying
In time with a cheery smile, and not on the wagon...

Pairs
And serene justice...
For a needy tomorrow to air
With the spare eye of a wonder's spice?

Appearance's may deceive
Sour notice of a sojourn's dreams
In the way of simpler key's
Looking for a lock, that wasn't, as it seems

Total me a divine wager...
Persistent clouds have me found, in the past
A climate for decision, and the presence of patience
Which, in the name of succinctness, is a comely pass...

At welcoming the truth to sincere asking, the bounding yet
And mightier thoughts, keep well
The choices of stronger haven't, is the mortal coil of a hint
From God, and his angel's...

Where has life been, the count of hysteria
In the now, and with every naked eye to envelop an image
Of a psyche in love, with something besides my dilemma
When heaven has a crush, existence is a care for isolation, to fate:

Worlds weigh themselves in a sincere wait...
Enter the shadows, is the name of the game
Not the ascetic reply of powers, that have failed my sate:
Justice is a shrewd *****, with a sly candor in its aim...

Babies are for me...
Have a lowly smile to a wish in the voice of another
Lovely is a whole denial, for a windy now, to be
A worthier angel, in the fame of a love, to bother...

A sign of the times
A dream that was for any who could include
With sharing and carnal life, the poignant hunger of lines
In a benevolent sky, if a sun is to be a rack, ruin and rued...

Clarity:
Voices have seen it, et. al.
Where the treasures of completeness, serve a decent vanity...
With a stranger honor than suspicion; a sun coughing at your world...?

Wholeness and suicide
Straight from misery
The salute of comparison, to pride...
And it's stare at a simple wivery

Fruit's of the future, in league
With a solemn taste to essentialize
A running chaste, with silence for egis...
Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise

Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity
Shown to worth, the past of sincerity
Days share, a dream of paces duality
Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity...

Character's to haste, a harmony...?
In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity
Adding the now, is need ours for longing?
A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity?

Call of a waiting husband
Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame
Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun?
When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name...

Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem
About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind
Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living
Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind

Money, the odd ordeal of liberty...
To which, in the voice of introspection
A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity
Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

Tall order
To a whining child's offer
Didn't is my best friend, a word there
That has silence as a prophet

Winds of dissuasion
In the name of admission
A skill of pride, and intuition
Has future sorts, for a private listing

Once, upon a time...
A readied smile, has sought a thrill
Of curiosity's same, the some of trying
A panicked we, with a service to an ideal, to still

Thresholds of jaundiced more
In the skirted issue, of poignancy
To add and rest, in the name of full on war
With a finger of opportunity...

Seem and dreamt of, in foreign lands
A philosophy of courtesy, in vague fights
We have seen the obvious, the march of times hands
Into a wall of significance, looking for senses rights

Hope a shadow see's the better of a painting
Escape or given the boat of departure
The times are a changing heed, to live with a mercy wishing
For the childhood, of baring a friends win, of curiosity...

Look suspicious?
Save me from a toiling health, that has the kindness
Of worth, for a running here and now, to acquire a lesser us
In the name of joy, these charity's accept the known, with a shame's best?

Oil in a hap
Oil with a friend
Oil asks who is after
Oil mores a call of ends

Day of reclusion
In the street, before creation...
Nothing will; a wishes invitation?
Pretty avarice, adoring the common?

Oil breaks an intuition's, promise
Merely a choice, in circumstance
With a how, have we rage without vice?
Interviewing a chance...

Weal, is most a chauvinism?
Keep a care, key a crush
Of existence, is your eye-fall on a kiss?
Spare me the details, can we move with must?

Entertain me with worldly advances
Like introspection, worth has passed
Over to paradise, in a boat of romances
Named, "The Consideration's Past"

Rescue us...
In the order of haven't; heat and seasons
Here to stay; committing adultery is thus
A shared memory, we know for angelic reasons

Rescue does...
Destiny with a fine key, for privileged locks?
Come with a final wish, only because
Windows in love, sake the life of why we walk by...

Impressions of awe, of watched sincerity...
Meant and made, sent and shade
Pride is such a world, for the pardon of irony
That has the time; close the door when they fade...

Bound
By a way
A way to owning a stay
That has a coughing, a stink, and a sound

Drums and guitars
Finish me with a borrowed smile
Giving you hell, is what were here for
Weight ... and the singing comes for a while

Two
Hunt and ****, rhyming
Proud, in the name of who
Sincerely, the lips of avarice, are shining

Out of the way
Many more, many more for once and none
Silver comes into view, with it to say
When I see you, I keep a heat, from...

Silver wounds...
Liberty in motion, life to a tale
Of a person; Character gives what it looms
Country's with adding few, look lover, secrets know doom

Dread meeting's, with continue...
Life to a wish, whispering in the wind
Same thumb, same finger of luck, around
Meaning the curious, high wishes, and a mercy

Music for the masses
*******, suicide...
For the wind, is a hungry kiss's
Ready to live in the shadow of a night...

Vampires with flowers
Don't notice me with when
Hero, I came for you, before it sours
Like-wise, with anarchy's cowl, I don't sin...

Happy, is a dire field?
Here is my moon, my first more
Does a ******, increase the yield...?
Naivete; is this moon the beginning of a war?

Woe be a seemly world...
Of the same house of prayer...
As a wholesome lip, that, becomes a cherub
Ask me now, if vampire's share...?

When flowers earn a smile...
A shared essence, a lethal ball
Has rolled and rolled, ruling a while
In front of a noble season, for which I have invented a wall...

With me, there is altogether...
Without me, there is a pride in a rage
Withheld from me, is your kindness to bother
With a bared flower, have I seen patience, age?

Sweat, fell in love
With minding...
The portion of guarantee, of us
Is a rather the fate of adding...?

Sanguine, to verify a cowl
Persuasion and could
A silence made, visit the sun
With mercy to eat, is a wish should?

Prayers overheard
Can a future meet, itself
In a sin's fear, like austerity occurs
I know the flesh, for the moon's wealth

Sternly, the green cheese
Same to all of a quiet sorrow
The peace of truth, is a waking feat
Of psyche, found in the hands of misery, to borrow

Promises of silences fortune
Saked by a needy world, to invest a limit
Of shyness, a bell of sharing, come too soon?
In the speed of the sun, is heroism a privilege to wit?

Weakly, an ash
Sour, timid, or restitute
All of a truth, is what we desire for past?
Passed by a clash, of rhymes of youth...

We pace a path
With muddy feet...
Then and there, along and hath
A callous child, has chosen a keep...?

Of silence on the way
Honor to a vice, Noah's tickle...
Sits in the light, requited by may
I saw a careful deed, of kind come fickle

Sweeter character
And the silence broken
With stern voices to serve
A liberty for all's crassness; hoping...

A home has a final say...
Where to place, play and vengeances ploy
Curiosity for pity, in the name
Can children save themselves, from a salt in the eye, coy?

Westerly...
An apple of the eye
Quiet, opportunity to carry
Yet, for a secret lover, with why...

Why is a chicken going to ****?
Because, why, is all a chicken has for pie...
Include a vanity, with adoration to start
A short interlude, with chicken pride

Sit, with a *******
Does a prayer, include the smile?
When roosters due, done is a sucker
For the best you have to offer, denial

Hope you see the day, dream...
Singing the blues, is all youth...
Staring at the ceiling, is a dressing whim...
Somewhere over the rainbow, patience is couth...

Pity from hell
And the arm's of frugality
Found to wish, to even tell...
The ides of patience, with a sigh's measure, quality?

I am doting
I am voting
I am hoping
I am souling

Than,. why do I run around like an idiot?
Because senses gift's...
Where is the scope of another friend; to leave?
And show the spare and found care, of eye's to lift...

Right there...
And with the lover of decency in tow...
A hap of a house of a hat, of a hatred to fare
Is liberty for those that mean it, or is all and owe?

When I see the rage I made...
Sophistication is to be, a cornered exaction
Taken for a method and stone of seriousness, I wade
Into the argument of another's lifetime, with sincerity's action...

Halt the habit...
Sudden aggression is like night
No-no, and a foot with a limit
Too secret a fun, for answers to be right...

Caught chides, with a crown
Simple and avid, bared charisma
Is a day on the run...
With totals of might, as a dilemma

Smell, well, cunning?
Resolve the spice of a truer respect
Is a worldly face, the beginning of money?
Liking an egg, is a smoke with, what the ****?

All right, who took a shine?
To vice or vertigo, when chastity peeks
Is a bird's place, to whine?
When space has it's hiccup, this **** reeks...

Curious?
Where has a paradise been?
With the joke of the day, so furious
How does the rising moon, get away with the wind?

Watch the wagon...
From here to the future
Aid, comes from a truer loan
Of what is an our, to be curious

First comes the sound
Clip, clop; the clever and the held
Worth whatever will, a soul to allow
A peace in step with a sort's to meld

Than came the horse
Misery is for those that keep it
Whether you know a liberty, for sakes or force
Them in a stir, the tooth of wisdom sits

Last, came the wagon
Dare me, to a subtle race?
Passing a winner's gift, is all reason
Letting you have it, like resting your face...

A could and should, know when to laugh
Persuasion is like this, would is for past saves
Caught curious, caught worldly; worth has
A heaven is many more like it, sometime gave

Salt, is yours...
Now in courage
We see the decision's of power
In curious time, the world's joy to wage:

Contrary to provided ought
My nearer kind, is a legend
Many more ideas, misery's lot
Survives the creed of us, religion?

What is waiting for us...?
Same stir, same question
Answered by quite; lover we thus
Like promises found in the world's way, a voices blessing...

Conscience seems to begin here
With the day, we knew a hat
Still somehow the place of a sincerity to near
Fate copes; for those who know, what...

End's hatred with me...
Opus was a certain, hill of adding
Of a sharing, only a given cope, can give intimacy...
Believe me, the only problem here, was in the asking

Shrewd toilets
Harmony's pets
Secretive closets
Mirrored beds prevalent?

Cigarettes for Satan
Switch to dope, for a thrill...
Speed or special, wandering
Into such a smile, is for a light out to still...?

Wayward guidance...
If not a shrill note, of a universal acclaim?
Somewhere back here, we heard a silly trance
Made a time a courage, for angel's and dragon's shame?

Pretty...
And meant to be, we conceive
The irony of a soldier of love, with liberty
To sake the season of dread, we know is a child of what we know, leaves...

The rule of thumb, outdoors
Acts of depends forces, solemn of journeyed kindness
Sent to weariness for a worldly excuse, of when there is a sore
Eye meant for justice, with a being humor, that has stolen a God bless...?

A God of burden and deed, come home?
Sophistication and stirring reason, worth the patience exacted?
To remember a whole day, in the sincerity's we find with shown
Realizing a curious sake with a smile, decency we say honored lacked?

Save your pity...
For a noble house, of piety?
Hate it, or pick at your liberty...
The terror of haste; is proud, is anxiety?

Go...
And fate a needy, poorer...
With a door on a world's woe...
Before the obvious, has vice sordid or sour...

Bared fang's...
Bread and mercy, is a lazy heroine?
With three little problems...
When dissuade is ours, a future's money?

First little heat, a choking person
Has it out for you, whatever the hell it is...
Brace in the name, of a misery's lesson
When wisdom has a cough, is meat a wish?

Second little heat, a poke in the chop's
Saved from excuses, of a quiet hope?
Seem the speed, of a risk to love
The many and the been, how's anger's cope

Third little heat, of a notion's ***
Rhyme and reason
We deal the card, of rage's patience
Play your hand, pace an angel's season?

Peace of ****...
***** the luck of flies, has a question
If a whole can smile, can a hole mean it?
Answer when the abortion gave its blessing...

Wishes, I never wanted:
But prayed for...
Include me, when a sun fronted
A song; justice, for a silence that were

An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption
I have yet to find, in misery
Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention
Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty

A chance's meeting...
Without a soul's music...?
Then, in though is a fleeting
Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic

Patience, am I dead, when you smile?
Paradise's praises...
A lie's prayer, that I created with denial
Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages?

Curious, the taste in sunshine...
A tattered hat, with must to adjourn
A rational source, to a lover's whine
Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn?

A sunshine, a clash of worldliness
Sent to rage, for a climate of pain
That has seen you, in the voice of pasts
Proud, vengeful and sated...

I see the presence of meaning...
Hearing your coy world, become a flower
The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming
The scent of sin, now just death's power...?

Cool avarice?
Soaking in tears...
Braced for, secret chances
With the voice, of what had's, fears

Dread, I know thee
Thy skill, in what fetters
Weighed, instructed, and being...
Cope in failed dawns, of subtle father's...?

A wait, of causes surprise
Totals of anarchy, final austerity
Rests in the hands, of what where why's
Seem the poise, of when asking is a vanity?

King Avarice
Have you a knot, for alienation's shoe?!
So sweet a press, for what is...
A callous care in beauty's hands, the past dreamt is, due

Why the change of day?
Into the step forward, with untoward death?
Done to purpose, in the voice of why a sense of a ley
Is here, is a worldly wish, to bare your anxiety's dread?

West
Avid has a sore eye...
Made from coy strength, as if blessed
The odd image of music, is it a lie?

Beat yourself up, another day
Truth has sat in judgment
Voiced curiosity, has seen the pain
Long talks of soul, have been sent...

Resolute, worth has seen the problem
Vice is a shadow, we fell in love with
But you seem to hate, a golden whim
Has asked, is a lucre's same, a comparison with tender vision's?

Prophecy, about the truth
Venture and generosity
Has stolen the voice of youth
For out the sense of an angel's city...

A new voice has appeared
Simple wishes and the star of liberty
To share a sincere question of a season of fear
Is wisdom dreadful enough, to choose life for seed?

Was water my lover?
And due another question
Of mercy and its lover, so your...
A choice made; a house of blessings?

A church that ****** my brains out
Named clergy's epistle
A wish I followed till kingdom's come's pout
I fear you like a smile in the world...

Awkward promises
To begin an ending that thought more
Than the race of love, before it loses
A handsomer prayer, for a devil called forth...?

Shame, we run like your future
Silver tongues, golden lungs
Longing for tomorrow, like a few was certain...
To wish again; who is mere and who is strong?

This kiss cost me, a mercy's shadow
Simple risk's and rises of sincerity, found
With a second prayer, of wind and rain to owe
That asked, is it all right to admit allowed?

Tales of presumption, a city of angel's
Quiet was my need, like a chat to lead
The service of an ideal, that keeps you well...
Acts, deed and time, to look far ahead

The sound you swim with...
Poise, can a fish remember your hands?
Or the feet of austere powers, that meant...
A look of life, to and with the might of lands

Swallow our pride?
Thus said the fury of anger:
Liberty is a long run with a heart full of shied...
That a season has its own for a care to wonder

By and asked the spirit of me...
In the mind of mercy
Is a wisdom to know, sharing is energy
With the time to say, is love waiting on history?

Thank you, for a prayer
I stir in the hands of another
I take for worth, and the beauty of care
Which when asked, why is God a timidity to bother?

Indigo silence?
Above the ley we intone:
Special to us, the speed of thus
Hope you same the ides of worldly fun...

Predators of let, lots to a man that can
A whole reason, to verify a loose thought
Resplendency as a candor was, a sense of a plan
Where no man has a dread for you, a place for a spirit mocked

Live up to a wall of service, the voice spoken, the voice proven
Has you by the family of gall, if not the gaiety
We accustom to a liberation of the yet to be loving...
Ask the silence, if we can spare the gait of anxiety?

Hatred, patron, and saccharine
In a rolling cloud of disproof, we saw your knickers
When a bird has come home, for the worst a callous stare means
Create a sunny rational with a blessing that has none for a future...

Winds of solemnity
Winds of paradise, to reach the truth
Winds of persuasion, perceived in a chosen liberty
Winds of virtue, with a stipend for youth

Is it us, or the winds changed direction?
Solace in the name of strength, and the might of a friend
In the way of your chaste, if not hastes inflection
Is this wind a fury in the voice of empathy or an enemies rend?

Notice the guitar...
Asking a power, is mercy in the wishes we gave
Is a clash with youth, a head to turn or an answer
With the sweetest you, we have ever seen a hair give, you a savior

Shame on a placebo, that has intone for the pride of glue?
Here, pissy, and ****
We wave the colors of remembering, your example to fruit
On the table, in the tree, and the eyes we are seeking for a world's vexation...

Know patience
With your flower, a halo of symmetry...
Right about silence, are we to understate rages?
Pennies, and silvery tongues in a jar, ready for liberty?

Strange almost, never absolute
Walking before us, the tows of remorse
Have the character, the clash of sincerity's doom?
Here is your waiting smile, you offer is a kinder force...

Lights in the city
Awful promises, that risk, everything
For your chance, with blind measures, the opus of wit
Has you by the hand, and I want a little more than anything

When, suspense, and anticipation?
Has had our sit, to collect a merciful none?
That has seen the world through, our eyes as kin
A brighter memory has come with us to a deviation

Pretty lady, are we to share a kiss on their behalf?
Doting on the sore and the sour, can't a simplicity save one more
Justice that is, when sordid is to be a question we instinctually laugh
Is a world-weary sneeze at the rhyme and reason, of justice's order?

Killing time on each other's nerves, asking the poor and their actual
Will we succumb to live and let's lucre; the walls of oblivion...?
Taste the flower I gave you, a shrewd sin in the morrow so if and factual
That time is following us, with another face and space for living...

The opinion of candy, the taste of powers of Christ?
Has a wayward share in a cloud, that escapes the moment with avarice
In a brand-new breeze, of what was somber news, a shadow of lies?
Is our need, a penny spent, and a tongue about sexes blessed, sight?

Awe, sweeter vestige
Few's care at home:
Hellraiser...?
By the more, meld unto done

Angry beginnings
To a rhyme of sate, voices
That have life in its lending
Savagery; do we keep simply, our echoes?

Frequency of a noble God
Six among love, seven might song
Rise, avarice, we see the nod
Of a portent, of a heart, so strong...

Deal me the, care...
Sophistication, in a game of chance?
Set on a mystic table, earning a hasty stare
Meant in our hands, a draw of substance...

For a meagerness
To dry a tear, in a humanity's wish
Spice, suspicion, and ***
Power in the name of salt; we began for liberty, this?

The day the professing came
Worth in the reach of promises, a mayhem of justice, salt
Silence broken but not strong, until a wisdom by same
To me, the mention of a wish in sunshine; is girl altruism?

Sigh, avarice
Sight unseen, and with times friendship
Where is a looking now, to succeed rights?
With the patience of dread, a stoic care in lend...

That knows you...
Press and make the needy known, a pleasant fruit
Sincere and charisma forever in love, in loves due...
We know the calls and tribulation, of another force to suit?

Willing and odd, old avarice
Keeping you well ahead of a simpler brow
To show to our anger, the energy we dote is must
Escape with your strife, a strength to live with how

Run the race with a **** horizon?
Asking the deal of wisdom, is liberty in the cards?
Succor and the avid turn of simplicity, into better all along?
Too much care for a wondering share, is kindness our pardon?

Avarice, you dance like a fool in love...
Avarice, is a fateful lover in truth, the death of you?
Avarice, can we hold your hand above a sultry sun, where stars cause...
Avarice, the pout of opinion is to be a having guarantee, we could?

Share the wealth, defiance is an awakening question
Made by shadowy lips, to the ears your passion sets
In a privilege's way, the patience and virtue of a sight for sore living
That has eaten its fill, of a world-weary answer, you sincerely met

Add a gall, forth with a ghost
We dream a poetry in motion
Callous old candy, we favor for notice...
A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion?

Odd, the taste in popularity here...
Awake and see the form of our destruction
Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear
Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition...

Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell
Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn
With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell...
Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...?

Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery
Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth?
Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history
That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth

The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze...
Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth
We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead
To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath

Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served...
And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender
Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work
Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...

West with the sailor
Witness the pride, I make:
We are the succinct, as a day were
Worlds away from love, we notice our justice's sake

Wish, for a dilemma in the seen...
Taken with soul of service to an ideal
Are we heard, are we here to collect, is he correct?
Having the time of our lives, has the sun come to heal?

A mercy in the western sky...
With the whistles and salacious stares of a nobility
Speed in your way? a stronger why?
Saving guidance from a mutual lip, I know you for a liberty...

Moons with a tear, smell like cheese
Green as a coltish survivor, of a meant spoil, we share a tea
Like liberty is a watching mouse, with a raging tomorrow to ***
Look hard or surmise a bready nose, the day has come for the sea?!

Night in the harbinger's arms, joins one
Won with a stoic resolve, a decency has the moment to glow
We are the people to beat, when avarice has no money
How, is with me until a name is sweet as a flower, never sour...

Names with a realm to their touch, honey
Waiting on the soul of promises to become our own
Can a sailor with a fishy breath, save you from a tongue of firey
Draught; not draft, not drastic, not dramatic, not drones...?!

Smile one less time, one more age?
I have learned to marry...
A question of pomposity's advice, that has curiosity for kind
Comment and see this land, have a sigh we made, a heart to carry...

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?