Sing with the wind
Ask sunshine, is a favored pretend
Uttered from the lips, of asking's sin?
Here in the name of joy, are we terror to lend?

Add the heroism, I'd come forward
Simple as a right mercy, moons and sun's of doubt
Throw a kissed, angel to me, with a sweeter pardon
Look hard, for your ghost's thumb, I am no pout...

Salt in a wound, is still a remembering sound...
One-two, beauty is frequent, for oddity's to show...
Three-four, the cares of cadence, and its sibling how...
Five-six, has adored the sit, of a shine in the know...

Seven-eight, wood or water, we see the creation...
Nine-ten, go back and due it with a bracing, gain-saying...
Is a reality of chances, to accept a wisdom's intimation?
This eave, of decisions and clamor is a joy praying...

Are you deaf, the world has turned...
Its little deed into a rage of avarice, that has a tongue
Tooth enough, for a lip to be never burned
By the heat of the sun, where an ashes, will cost you home...

By the tidings of sharing, I see you...
The poor and the adored, if not a dance of words
Alive in the stare of misery, with one more integrity to
Keep another distance of liberty's choice, of love's angel heard...

Wasps...
Does beauty have your pity?
When following waters, for a moon that gasps...
The home of warmth, is a grave in it's city...

Berried of virtue, songs to delve
Worth the wink of silence, that came to relation
Form me the shadow of a world, we are to heal the self
When disparate friendships, show a secret their plan

Fun, is a sharing here say to sincerity's fruit
Notice the gain, the pain of choices in love
With a reaching soul, to liberate a few, the levity of who
Is a rage in conscience's face, and who is a swallow to us?

Handshakes put away, to name a child
For a realer nature, time to live and let live
The coping shall, we fame with a guidance through the wild
To a temple of substance and irony, that has a gift to give:

Your life, if not the simplicity of a reigning house
Set on your imagination's hill, an atrophy to dance
And dance, a world of time and the fate of when all is ours
The lights of introduction, have a ghost some call sides of defense

The fight lasts long enough, to see the sun...
Where we are; the health of romance, impugned
With the smile of harmony, a gravity of power's turning into fun
Again, the paces of perception in hindsight, that is no wound...

Play with me, until light's convene in the should...
Prowess of further pangs, for the food of acceptance, a moment
With the family of thought, that made us, a whole tear of could...
A child of resolve's seat, be a shape of a new star, that eats what it meant?

Silent to a running mind?
Songs of chance, and the bell's of choice
Are out and about hope, and the sun so kind
Where a poise of curiosity, is for those with voice

Tasks and deeds, almighty...
The revolution of a world, is mine for a care
Tooth to truth and eye to ideals, we seek a deity
With the promise of succinctly, winning all's dare

Somewhere the rainbow pays attention
At me, at silence and the boat of redemption
Afloat along the shared shore, of a strength's relation
To the fame, and the breath of a named revelation...

Hardship sleeps...
But a soft boat coming to paradise
Has the voice of heaven, with a smiles treasure
The toil of wonder in the same, of a visit from the wise

Here is your race...
Have is a question, answered by the powers of us
If not God himself, when we are the kiss of a face
That has seen the courage that took us, there for instinct, must

Hitting the high roads of youth, dreamt and melancholy
Letting love have its world, with a moment to each
Tomorrow has a use, for what is our tongue, sometimes holy
Sometimes a dreadful stare, of where a victory in life, is a reach...

Does a jest...
Exist in all things?
Apparently God, has never to seek a lesson
At what exception is, of worthier sittings

A city of liberty
Taken to mercy, for a judgment
Of a noble wish, a confirmation to serious
Futures in low, if not love with life's reasons

Rage with me...
Sour notice oft a tender misery
With which; we have sight's anarchy
Run for the worldly stone, of promise in history...

Eyes that did...
Eat a nosey dream, for speed
Chasing the shadowy mouth, of privilege in biding
The time of a God, that does refute a tear's heed...

Need of a colossal seem
To these we awaken the real, with problem's
That saved now, with normalcy to deem
The world of an angel to make him, their whim

A king with six fingers
An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud
Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers
With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud?

Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave
Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's
Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade
Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead?

A promise to the birth of tomorrow
A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt
A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow
A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault?

Feel better, you *******?
Share the can't with a kind dragon
This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole
With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon?

Death just made perfume out of me...
Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter
Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd
Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly

So, what should a savior's moon, do?
Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach
Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due
In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host...

Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite ***...
Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate
A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect
When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait...

Am pity's task...
Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant
Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask...
A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?

Rage of a miser...
In a rocket to the moon
Is a variety the vanity we expect, finer
Light's and jewels of fame, can be found at home

The engines pearl, and then cease
Such a futile grace, for a lunar lander
The wake and sake we exact, to science
Is ours for a penny pinched, and an answer handier

Gold is a rock-hard silence, so thick it fell in love with you
Travail, in its wayward sigh, to wishes of silver stars, which meticulously hide
And behave perfectly, with a rolling sleep, is a bronze couth?
To these, no man's irony, has a face of determination, that is sly...

Misers be ******, nature must take it's turn
With the full cheeks of wisdom, or the kissing eye's of reason
Are we to assume, the deafness of space, to earn?
A callous, but well, beautiful way to courage's season:

On the ground we call tomorrow
A strange fate. for a muddy face and its charity of nose
Today is a shrewd levity in low, to seek the higher today, to borrow
Yesterday's smile, from a sorry voice, ready to dance the most

Over to you...
Sweet muscles and guaranteed weight, or realer sate
Of a remembered question, come from a mouth to rage at a fool
Is a worldly eye ready for me, when a tongue hungry for our fate...

Rice and tea
For a smiling flower...
But I want beauty to be, a sincere key
Caring in this heat, I see you wonder if I Molech's sour?

Rain and tear's
Easy worlds of a questions held, so quiet...
Caring and hope, in a box until wind fears
The space and renumeration, of what callous call's might

Remain and truth
So called future, with a room for when a think begin's
Shoulder's and heraldry, to love a banality's youth
Did a rage tell you, to stay away from imaginary wind?

Remember and treacle
Taken with a pristine cough, the tale has an awkward twist
She of silence is an angel of liberty, never fickle
Look hard, this lie is the only way to judge a reason, ******

Reign of terror
Women in the raving lunacy of a cold shoulder, with nothing to eat
But the stare of wonder, of me's in the rage of a waiting mirror
Where the wish granted, is still a fight with nothing but a heart to beat...

Janus, light my way?
Sorry, no man has a prettier plan
Few and callous, we dote the dread of a shade
Taken to extremes, and the voice of a merry can...

This child of ours...
Has a unity in the profile, of an obnoxious enough
Rainbow, long way down for a serpentine powers
Seriously, is a wager with the devil, a silence which is tough?

The joke of paradise and its best pair of shoes
What is a proper place for a pace of poison
When the moon skips the light fantastic, for younger would...
Add the courage and marry the fury, of another reason...

We bury the hatchet of a claim in the mud
A **** world to find and fear, a wholly different panic
Risks and fickle charge, of a considered could
Are we an assassin of yore, we think we are when sincerity tragic...

Shapes a destiny, with talc
The instinct to cure, the words of redemption, so profound
A quiet hat, of resolve to sing the praises of costs for salt
That seem to collect a moon's answer, a hiss found by the sound

Has the world eaten your toe...?
Here is the dead, and referred to...?
With a smile so broad, some manage to spare the woe...?
Such is luck, when the pluck of wishes comes to you...?

Like a use and abuse, the dream of baring how?
With the patience of a season of trauma, we seek the misery
Of an angel's habit, is a soldier's smoke, to live well with thou?
Noticing your embarrassed lips, are we your death in history?

Ink in love
Ink to weather the storm
Ink come home, to compare us
Ink welcomes a rage, to a driven conversation

Do you remember me?
Include the fate, of resolve
Secrets to look, and move beyond please
Ages to correct, the world for its voices haunt

Ink is hidden in the mountains
Ink sitting as a king, in the valley
Ink with a proud berry, can this hour be silent?
Ink to finish it's meal, with instinct's ally

See the choice I make...
A drama of vice, if not now with a solemn strength
Taken to surprised eyes, a future to live long and sake
A treasure of virtue, to tap the gifts of many, by length:

Ink has no child but you
Ink to collect the tear of another, wagers a jealousy
Ink is a stone of wishes in motion, with a new voice due
Ink can entail a frightened child, with the voice of an eye's house

The sound of a prayer
In the room, in the rain outside...
Songs to remain with, dances of notion's to care
A serious secret in our behalf, a smile too wide?

Merit and further, wait for me...
In the belly of a sovereign call, with an apology
Asking need, facting reasons of an open keep
Of what was our first, and only taste of what a hell shall...

Towers of strength
Fruit in the name of the wind
Are we here, there is now; the beauty in haven't
An adoring sun, with the time to take the moment to kin?

Witness us, when the land eaches a shadow...
For what was, a simple sense of something better
Curious beds or the fury of ahead, which lead to pride, a swallow?
Here is the cope we deem, to be a friend we never lost to whether...

Came, and the infamy of shame
A hat of worsts and baring certainty, the fight of doldrums
That collected under our nose, a future to represent a holy fame
When we earn our wait in rainbows, where was God's home come?

Religion, here?
In a doting choice of history, we see our passions
A seed to think ever freed, a house of what went where
With conscience came, didn't a hap seek you for all, of a sigh's reliance?

Shared rage...
Are we the silence of vice, a sight of rational deeds?
Let with the eye fall of another more, a heart of specialness to appear and wage
A hope of ashes to ashes, tooth to tooth; we are signs of what, heed...

Happy Joe
Joseph, is a war to eat?
They grow food, children, and stares; we owe
A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat

Out, a house getting bigger...
Has moments for a man, to meet
Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger...
Ready to pick, you from history's heat

The house built, judges a shame
Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame
Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed
Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game

Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe
Being the cares of worth, are we to dread?
A host so obvious, looking for a world to know
Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead?

Hungry, for one more liberty?
Have an insight, it will avoid
The nature of silences patience; puberty?
Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...

Satan
Hope is a reach
Beyond a curious tree, we treasure fating
Where the fruit of powers, never cease

Summation in the poise, of virtue you offer
Today we have the sun, for a friend, a lover and a deed
We cannot meet, without the likes of a sovereign
Kindness, a hap and chat with the God, we take to heed:

Life is a rolling thought, to wishes
Left once, to feed a more to any who would live
Like a rational chaste, we find in the eye of history, for fishes
That left the whole world in their dreams, to any would insist

A hallowed thumb, with your promise
To collect another future, to the sides of liberty, one more
Fate of cope's real and noble still, even a claim of choice
To speak the words of divine jealousy, long before heaven's war

Said your pain
Said time is angry
Said anarchy twain
Said love is tragedy...

Penny dropped
In this vivid light, a host...
Of pretty nothings, that seem a laugh
But to sing and dance, has the weight of a ghost

A ghost of predominance, a world to lip
And chaste irony, we are here to sit the prophecy
Of a creation in crass and sore tooth, of avarice come a tiff
When the silence of due, is overwhelming, fire in a friends litany?

**** the dew, make music with who
Is to be, a colossal trip, to the embarrassment of the more
In the way of habit and ignore, a waiting come too soon
For a friend to remember, what is a merit to a fish at war?

More whatever...
Songs of redemption in a solemn fate, a sincerity of the blues
Dances and dances, like the shyness of a unity's lover
With the past for a blanket, and a bed that cries for you...

Tender eyes, to liberate even the none
Sour roles of virtue, shared with hands of charisma, now
Avid choices to clear, with the bared conscience of fun
Till in seemly suffice, we notice the coming hour of us, to vow:

Stink from a sultry stone
Has followed and followed, towards the ends of the earth
With more than a clash of poise, in those we seem to be at home
Lived and simply history to a sinking feeling, for hope is ours; worth

Seek me, when the music has found a penny
Shape and disposal of a curious need, to collect a rage
In the fist of powers, these reaches of all, is nothing but liberty
With the moment to prove, a days cope, we see your honor and patience...

Add
Serious is bad...
Faces of truth, in love
With a moment to carry on, with us

Churches
Before the seen, is a rose or worst
The tooth you are proud of, is a wager
With the devil, who has seen my anger

Angel
And the words of wisdom, of hell
To quietly wait on you
When the world has its fall, a fool...

Subtract
The tow of it, from me, which I lacked
Mine, and the skip of light that makes us
Sigh, your poison letter is only a shadow to discuss

Query
Somebody besides me
Then and there, I see yours
With a swallow of pride, that collects powers

******
In the hall, on the behalf of each, their adored lead
Sakes alive, a reason to confirm the other half, for many
The punk of any, a place for agony, that has seen your wonder...

Yet to be
Silent till given a sass
Sharing a smile, comes for free
Considering what we know, didn't we beget fast?

A light to worth, a realm of since?
Charity to fess, a fashion of essential
Through and due, through and due distance
Has found me, a particularly many, to a will

Levity in the name of...
Sorry about the sneeze, but...
Hope the service to an ideal, does...
Seeing you in the reach, of could is my such...

Days forming, with the live of a share
To which we sake, a due patience
Seen in the stares and fares, we know not, may...
Until forces intervene in the way of silence

Sit with me, and know a ship
Today is the same, the fame of a tried shame
Begun in earnest, the world of a prophet's lip
Has the voice, the swallow of pride, we meant to yet's name

Salt, do we savor the favor of demand?
Or is a misery ours to keep, a dance of repose
That when seen, has a bliss for what we want to mean
Is, a simplicity of courage, and chaste the liberty to lose?

How about another, drink that is...
Futures to fight and conceive of the shy
Have a certain rapture, we collect for all and this
Any maybe and avid here say, we know the seldom right...

Independence, all true?
Secret rendezvous, in the home of a cause...
We care for these, when pouts clash with home, due
The taste of homage is everywhere, vintage by the law

Home is where the heart is...
But a wish alive in the wind's of change
Come with us to a place so curious, as is bliss
So is the names of your relation to strange

Happy, or sad
We know the completion of a road
To and from where a boat, was a clash to add
With the paces, we collect with love to hold...

Came
The toll of an imaginary bell, that turns out to be true
Well-deserved integrity, to which we challenge same
Dare the solace of sincerity once again, this war is you...

Epitaph to a stronger chaste, than we thought?
Never is a striving gait, to which we see the future
Sake and decency to make, a craving for the odd
Come with the past, a whole champion of what was our fury

Shrewd duck
As we wink, as we ask
A tarry, the best of pluck
Please is a problem, come with sass

Fruit is, and open ended
Conversation, with a really big smile
About, to enter with a desire fed
The lasting peace, of a hindered denials?

An egg is meant for everyone to see
Unless a round eye, has to go sleep
Weary voices, to think any and all me
Is a sharing's care, long before eyes are darknesses to seek

Courageous as this may seem
Waiting on a kindred to affirm
Hair is an honored guest, to a deem
Of passion to collect your certainty

Sense be a way, sense to be without
Comparison, until heed is forever
Like a bit of honey, for life and its pout
***, is a privacy we are, when love comes looking for it's lover

Is life in the card's?
Many, and more, letting an all
Say and do for itself, what is a love's pardon
Saving time, from a fate that is our's for a call

Past the crime
Past the worldly chime
Past the cares, we make to fake
Past the cringe of a shade to sake

Plus, the language of courage
Wholly seen, the sneeze you pass for a wage
Is the count and about of a lip in love, with us
The pout you make, is a hardship to whether must

Places I have seen, peace's of a unity
To choke on the dust, of worthy and spare means
Seem, we have the time to share all and any
A redoubt in gorgeous silence, with a tout for many

Confused, and wanting to entertain?
Abused, and leading prophecy to an early gave?
Enthused, and waiting on a drink of water to ask?
Loosed, and thinking is is a talk with mutual facts?

Who, can we move the room your in, to a sunny promise?
Doors are finally kept, walls are further than same vices
Adding the bared and brief shall not, you knew for a ruse
With the shared spite you collected to a heart of youth...

Such a spectacle?
Look hard for new dancing and singing, or the fruit of depend will
Upon the mount of creation, for you are a habit of stillness, come
With a reaching may, to tell a story of low propaganda, given the chance of some...

A curious breeze in the north, with a moment to hold:
Soap is more, soap is war, soap is a reality's friend age old
Saving you from a sly pity, that has guaranteed lead for a summary gold?
Feel good to be rubbed the wrong way? ask the party with your magic soul...

Empire cologne
Empire shoeshine
Empire silent until it gets home
Empire comes with wine

Edge of reason, if not the sharing of a seat
Sour notice, of a crasser than usual house fly
Where is the time, empire thinks to meet...
A fly, as we know, already is to be a considered try

The conversation is short and brief
Die you little beggar, the night has a cloak
And due the daggers of time, see a due belief
This risk, this isn't, is the how in a bliss to poke

House sweet tooth
Belongs to me, like shadowy retreat from the light
Where has a desperate curiosity been? here is truth
When empire see's, empire knows the rise in the, right...

Right about the seen, seems to be a serious question
Thinks the fly, sweet as a hallowed tooth can be, we admit
My misgivings of choice, for a lengthy discussion, of my blessing
Done like these, a fly does leave the matter up to you and your wits

Wings
Angelic though a rage may be
My hours to dwell, did anger a superiority
Like a doll with a sour face, I play with thee

Worth, tomorrow
In the hold of today, right now
I can see a better legend to borrow
Through a smile never seen, except to live with thou

Worldly moments to tell
A times daring, its sharing
Of a simple whisper with the better still, well...
Hear my plea, when the world comes to caring

Wishes, for anymore
Yet to be, I save you a kiss
Seeking being and the silence of evermore
We have the moment to liberate might with us

Weary, of a clash in the pale
The arriving nature, of sincerity
Has me by the eye, with a hopeful same, never fail
A visit by the way is ours, like a vice sits for more purity

Wholly a claim, on a hello
To be a shrewder and spry notion, the place
For peace, has a gander of us, with a rise in a worldly woe
We see ourselves, in their smiles and deeds, affirm may

Day's retreat
Worldly steads, of hap, to pose:
Clean my soul, with heat?
Shadows of justice, keep those...

Curiosity is a reasons best friend...
Sharing burden with our kind, is a playful shame
Tomorrows that see a reign, know you worth end
Endeavor is ours, for the deed of a name

Wait; is time trying to prove, me...?
Predilection, for a common gift's, secret?
Has the voice, of an angelic fear
Just the truth, wanting if sensitive respect...

Call it, a babyish same
We are the savior, of another acquaintance with lends
Shall we affirm or ascertain, irony's fame?
Looking so fated, won't begin without sakes and amends...

Reach, we know it so well...
Sour, suffice, succinct, shade
For the better of us all, hellish bell's
Of life; many believe a mighty wish, never fades

Ask me, when the neighbors...
Shrouds of duty, to deliver a knowing none
Simple as a watery eye, has heard a question served
Soundness to escape, a harrowed smile in the leavening sun

Wishes that bite, a bit tonight, much...
Arduous as kindred was, the mastery of a world
Comes and given, will with me, just such?
A doing repose, with a breath of when for you, courtesy

Spare, us the compelling hope...
Time is a rued finish to living well, in the reign
Of a cloudy mayhem, with a swallow of cope
Perception, is to be, my couth and misery's fame?

Pride, and its snide...?
In the doorway, for one more step?
The place and name of curious wonder, with a remnant shied
From your face, until a climate has its peace, a hallowed wit?

Sakes or sacred, do we take the good fight...
Heaven in its smeared mouth, a wage in risen powers
We correct with hell's tears, if not terror to wonder if void's might
Sincerity in a clearing how, to look and see, a dragon before it sour's...

Fires of essence, in the hands of us
Child and honor wild, keeping a fate's legend
We dote and seek the vote of responsibility, like winds of cause
That has seen you, have a God of stimulation, like a love's stipulation...?

Water deep
Water few
Water people
Water due

Water eats salt
Like a ghost, with nothing else
To show, for a reach a fault?
Water in the weigh, of a prophecy of hell...

Stoic, the taste...
Of a conscience
Who is a praise, for a waiting haste?
Justice, for coping some, of presence?

The secrecy of worldly worth?
Had; like a star of judgment's liberty
Can a patience, be of this meant earth?
Liberating a holy guarantee, we invented puberty...

Dead and loving it?
Where has, justice's babel been?
Work before a rainbow, and hence made spit...
War with a cleaner eye, has forever to win...

Wages of sin?
Silence is my fantasy
A rages rainbow, to thence
A place for liberty, a peace for many...

****** mores
The pleasing said
The pleasant at form
Pious to a fault, I lead:

A promise of heaven
Through the eyes of hell
Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen
Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell...

Awe and savior faire...
Lucre in a finer love
The opus we devote, is your stare
And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us...

The might of a they
When suppose, is superiority
Am I a world, for a simple may?
Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?

Unique...
Sport a tattoo or marry the cow
Awed wishes of a passion, weak
And sitting pretty, in the round of a house

See my stare...
Windows with impeccable taste
Give kisses in a share
Of a wayward breeze, that even hosts haste

Done?
And the door of sincerity, to weigh the possibility
Cause, quarter and a hiccough; just for fun
Do we learn the better of each other, oft survivability?

Sweeter by the course, of a wisdom in the first
Is sense so lovely a can, even imaginary sorts...
Wearing the abuse of the world, or a sunny remark even worst
The wagers in lead, we tell the tale of living's forces?

Room for more?
Sultry, lithe, or the spare eyes of chance to choose
You over the adding few, of what was a hand to question sore
The future of mercy in a miserable change, of seasons into you's

Tale to tell
Three piggies
Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell
And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's

A spidery breeze...
Aled to allure, the *** of repose
Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze...
Compare me to silence, a need confirming those

Days end, in a savoring grasp
With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story
Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last
With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry...

The pride, the copious sorts
When the world has a patience for your gifts
Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short
The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts...

A world of voices and presiding choices...
That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover
The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more
In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt...

Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek?
That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory
That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek
Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story

Cornered stillness
Wages of redemption, to savor a poise
Purpose is a revelation of lasts, without a bless?
For a family of thought, that has reason by the other side, of a charity of choice...

Time and harmony's privacy
Sexier hours by the cold shoulders, of a won...
Wondering by ... and the dote of a special trying
Seemly dependency of a quiet need, for decency's plan...?

Sense in the open, curiosity to venture...
One, two, three; a hat for silent opportunity?
Compare a bystander, to the questions of yore
Can a proper gayness's holiday, have presents for presence of mendacity...?

The meaning of finished smiles...
The character of sincerity, to contain an intensity's justice...
Justified by solemn stares, that confirmed a notion's while...
In the hand of virtue, still wondering if a voice is to be something greater than undue nicety...

Careful now, does home for honey for a human honor...
Sit pretty or potentialize pity?
Sit well, the nefarious eye of hope; is a promise petty...?
The lights of wonder, as if avarice or peace, is a city of essences liberty...?

With the voice of a lion...
The stir of stillness, as a word to the wise
Has the fame of nary a sakes patience, in bared eyes, directed to  audacity's  silence...?
All in a better smile, made from avid chance, to liberate even tomorrow's sigh's?

Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...

True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...

Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...

Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?

Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?

Patiences of youthful kisses...?
Do we assume; a happier honor?
Smiles and hugs, have become a list's
***, where, do we love a fist for sanity, or...

Rage, is a child a pile of ****?
Sour knowledge, of a rolling hiccough
Sticks and stones, with a star to fancy lip...
Catch on it, or, make a liberty a tomorrow's such

Mean, to measure a life with blood...
**** and pluck, isn't it sunshine's fear?
Quiet faces, that admit youth
Is more than rain, to openly near...

Rage, I have you by the panic
Pursue a wash, and dispose of a waste
Where has become, a sorts to seek...
Share guarantee, of a wish in want's presence

A satisfied kiss...?
Worth one more, identity in a handful of grace
Time, is leaving for an angel's wish
Where suicide can keep your today's pace...

Day to sweeten
Day to finish a thought
Day to exact sovereign
Day to dream, a world is odd...

Done?
Wealth of a sincere wish
Taken to example, for a kinder love
Silence is a house, seek me when a star's finished

The tired eyes of tragedy
*** of a wanton song
Never heard, except by my marvel, an oddity
Of measured distance, for decency, all along?

Time with a friend
Sharing a word, with sallow imagination...
Tirades with a ploy, is this the end?
Couth or courage, adding the face of silence

Fate of desire, that came:
Fate in a charity, to serve
Fate of a copious sense, of shame
Fate has made a with, without a dread to earn a curse

Typewriter's
Have my dread
If random waiters?
Listening for the phone, patience's lead

I type like a fool
See my chaste, with perception
I have officially lost my cool...
As a redress, for spoken introspection, we seem

Care and character have their fools...
More than a corrected future
Few a strength, with the voice of youth
Call it crass, an impunity is bred to keep curiosity?

Jaded or judged words of defiance...?
Solemn time, in a year's clock
Share the skip, of Friday the thirteenth
We have other words, to viciously mock?!

Victim of heroines?
A heed of suggestion, calls me...
On the typewriter (which always wins...?)
Where is a telephone more a friend, than dread in holy deeds; dear me...

Is; your fate is with meager
Toil and baffled eggs, I wearily tell
Of what interim, there is, to the devil
With his horns and forked tail, pursuing you from hell?

They seek; gum removers
And, gum without a tired eye...
Are you a decency, with a misery of lovers?
Should a lover sleep with you, when shoulders ask if submission is yours for a pipe?

Hello, austerity
My many and stultified mercy
Is a role in a quieter city
With a rise of mercy, to the level of heaven, where it's even mine to worry...

Count me in...
A hated smile, favoring nothing's eyes
A patient stir of shame, to sin...?
All in the way, for a devoted face to keep why...?

Deeds of whether, in moist eyes
The problem we detain, is your terror...
Intended of weary and cold shoulders, a cough of lives
In waiting, your presence of many and mind, to compare...

Salt of an ought, sweet of demand?
Substitute me, for a question to land
A privilege in the renown I produce, with a babes hand?
The question we threat, we sigh is a different peace to challenge

Spare significance, to a worldly stare
In a patient craving, for the ecstasy of a wish
The children of spite, notice an answers care
Does to due, and dread in doles of since...

Does this dragon, this wage of responsibility...
Owe me, the duty in a climbing avarice, solemn
For a stranger voice to prove, the irony of a vague city
Sorry, but no wish in the rage of riches, is a subtlety to keep the wind...?

An ancient boat, with a right to find the better...
The creation of worth in the mysterious hands of compliance
Have stepped forward, with a soapy smile, poison to the letter?
We understand your worlds, your chastity has another lie:

Known knowing a wish for the very vanity you espoused
Is a dead angel, if the rain is to be our friend?
Where the hell is your soul? your chance came and housed
Yours, a soul obvious to life, but not even love has one to spend...

Tarts...
And the worth of a woman to deliver the news, to you
Not me, an original silence of domain, that shewed the infant for smarts
In the name of a careful rest and duped relaxation, a quiet coup
Come of age, with your specialness in mind; do women in love feed scars?

Roses are redoubt
Violets are a horn, blue
Sugar is sweat, in a dark pout
And hell is crying, and so are you...

Pain, the magic and the cruel
Forever, is a shoe...
Live by a creed, and you say hi, to a tool
Know a you, for a sweet tooth...

Done, to hunt a misery
Found in a gutter, no man's
Land, has a sick flower of mystery
Told to a child's shadow, a risen chance...

To become a family's cannibal?
Creation, is our view on rage
Though put to such, much is beauty
Tarry with us, to live without music to face...?

Treasure of the ******?
Hell to pay, a quiet dowry
Of dues and tomorrow, a question to hand
You, a seduction's voice, with hunger as its quarry...

Worth, world a white cloud...
Smile, and offer proper
A day in the land, if a walk proud
Like justice, harmony is my prayer...

Couth, I was done
Drunk, by the tooth
True, to liberty for a question
Often, a lucre for us and youth

Didn't...
Words of wishes, meager thus
The price of wisdom?
All of a wayward family, realer for causes...

Does...
Why can a salt, make me divine.?
Good presses for what can be us...
Just like love, I know the sun shine

Praise, a lonely God
Add me, when decency has another choice
Final gaiety, with love to laud
All of me, in a sake, for what is my voice...

Police at the circus:
Ok, buddy, why the scream?
Excitement is for children, here...
Thoughts of adulthood, should learn to be

The juggler says hi
When may has an opportunity, baring a tooth
The fright of charity, is in the air, with silence
Terror came, when pasts are aloof?

The third ring, comes forward...
Sated angels, with misery for needs each?
Knowing a drama in the lie, we sternly compare what starred
A cagey house among many fields, we know the faring vanity...

Letting the culprit, ride the elephant?
We saw the problem, animals with a pace for us...
Have the cordiality to look, and see the limit
Of a surprise, happy enough to feed and pet; with thus?

A happier boat?
With moments to clear the board...
Saintly fights, with the voice of a stranger, are what we thought
Getting hysteria out of the way, makes good nature have a word?

With a wisdom's, shadow?
Prepare our smile, with a remembering guise...
Of what worry was to your fellow man, a place to hold
Ones distance to a wish, that wasn't a person again? home pie...

Almost...
Their time, with passing timidity
Where is a lover, the beauty of the host?"
Quiet questions, I have asked, in a city...

There...
Is a clash of what went first
In all human urges, is a silent fare
Forces of cope, justice or adrenaline, certain

Truth...
Is awake, staring at me
Your imagination, is a keep of who'th
When the day has a moment, for lucid anarchy

Harmony...
Egg's and tasteful jokes
Have the sense to remain, in lent and sunny
Ways, with going in and out; is just the pokes?

Windiness...
Where the place we know, is a driven more
Taken to example, with a banter to guess
Where there is a kiss, there is also remembered patience, of course

Worldly...
Save the sate, of a colossal child
Chances are, the craving for sense, is early
With an irony to add, immediacy is always it, shy

Life of a sincere, limerick?
On the fare and done, duty?
Asking in certain hushes, is to wait, sick?
Tolls of an evening bell, with sunshine's lucre...

Has met a new friend...
Toward integrity, we keep a shrewd liberty
To know one and another, the best possible amends
That come to fruition like a walk and a stare, with curiosity?

Dread is a cold should's soldier, with a family to feed...
Found in a future hug, a witness to the honor; we pray...?
Persuasion in a tale spin, to linger and say, I thought taken heed...
True to one's roots, if not routes of composure, to ask all of any?

Seldom has said hello
Seldom has a savior's lip, for may and decency
Seldom has a sharing voice, that lets life bellow
Seldom has said goodbye, but when you step forward, it is beauty

Seldom is your, spy, whatever...?
Water and mercy for youth, is nothing but climbing
Cares to see the end of them, is a quieter house lover...
With timid moments to share, a promise on fire with minding...?

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?