Keep me
Stone and favor, the laugh of times
We found the world a sharing home, energy's
We know can and do, the pout's of reality, that weigh heavy trying

Keep meant
Like a savior of distance and forte, with the impossible to taste
A requirement of simple focus, a history to glean
The stoic and the risk of coming light, that is our superior haste

Keep meandering
Hello for a solemn tow, we season with love?
Truer by a callous here and now, nor the salt of wandering
Wonder with me a silent house, with no passion to eat, thus

Keep mentioning
Rise and patience in lover's grasp
Selection to fulfil a role we know, intending
The appearance of a host, with reason's to ask?

Keep reminding
Me of a new wind in the eaves of able
Torrid was a fascination to excel at land and timeliness
That came for ever, the question we still keep, to heal...

Place of blown minds?
Loft and creed in doubt, to never fail?
In how and who'm is a relationship to wind
Up in a crass tussle with a remote chance at, well...?

The privilege of none, speaking...
Here is a rage for phrases and terms in a lion's share
To simplify a fate, the knowing of wealth we are reaching
For, curiosity's and virtue's in same, if not despair...

What does this have to do with a blown mind?
The fight you are about to have, with a sour idea
Made in the care and fortitude of real enough emphasis and time
To share the candor of silences for a digression into mercy, majority and me...?

Anything else before I inherit a bruise?
Yes, the sound of your voice, where a lover has a call
To know a tastes treasure and a lucid youth
Does this mean we are a tribute in the open, hearing the risk of all?

Ask again, who did what...
And know a fear in the thanks and issue of a family to save
The notion of courage and distance to exact hope in the fame of love?
Are we still the neglect of posing life's question, or is a rued thought ours to name?

Don't try it as yet, for your love is a handsome aren't...
In the midst's of composure and the mystique of passion to come
Won't the clever be, the same we know or the count of shame, by far
Be a recognized kiss in the dread we have for each other, or, are we simply talking about home?

Too positive for an original answer?
See the name of potential become the rise of possibility
Let with the rhyme and reason of presence, to have the music to serve...
A history of seldom to views of every day call to us, a richer patience for what is our, shrewdness's hospitality?

Panic we never saw?
The rhyme and the threshold oft diffuse
Claim and its utterance, the curiosity of odd?
The remnancy of a cold shine, in the strength's mar, coming soon

For a telephone about to ring...
Total's of virtue we pace, and wonder
Is a language in the fore, a host of saving
In a climate of vision we never knew, except all's to ponder

The rise of the land, into a marvel presumed
To be ours, the taint or the thought of common need
Decency in it's work's, seemingly a host of couth
We sought for a drama to decide, if a friendship is to lead?

Many more, simplicity's than order...
Ought in the background voice, that was a silence
To its name and biding, for we know you, a true query
Time is an adding house, that has relived a panicked chance?

Why?
Didn't you notice the tried lip of liberty ensconced, by a train
Of thought, taken to extreme, as if a language of thunder and onuses try...
Passage of reason into the realm of vicinity's can't, to seem lamed...?

Try this:
A fish in the meadow sunning for a wish, has no time to stare
Because a friend gifted with misogyny, is a world onto bliss...
Not much of a joke, but the call to happiness would be yours, to be fair

Speed?
And a whole drink of water, in the few of the night?
Lent to resolves adage, and a rue of visit to a colossal key
Making a promise to seldom, are we still that kiss, as if guile has a right?

Positive affirmation
Time in a tinny voice
Working for a living, pessimism...?
And ourselves in harmony's mirror, with scant a choice?

Care or fear, the simplicity?
Of another...
Turns of virtue, into a tortured liberty
To witness all of a uniqueness, an open bother

Look for me when I get to the sun
Ask me a fool's question for love, if I detest yours
Let the better of me, if hope ever comes to worthiness begun
Laugh at yonder risk and season of vow, if whimsy is lurid

A fruit of conscience...
And the taste in healthy answer's we know can, a promise
Of visited cares, and the sort's of patience's, we few in presence
Made for a saner tomorrow, that has a leaving pittance with a vice

Is it me, or is a soul without it, a walking nightmare?
Vacuous, vague and lent vicinity to a reality in anarchy's voice
Can a day with measure for a drive of time, bare a flaring
Temper, the bastion of a world to seek another, implicity of choice?

Insight on a vacation...
Merit in a running joke
What has no shoes until you get, there
And likes it that way, unless you poke?

A king...
Weal in the variety to exchange
The mention we approved as a thing
To languor and deprive, the silence we strange?

Does that mean we get to sneeze?
Habit and a lowly court
The fascination of method's in time, if not being these
The art of choices we know can, an estranged sort's...

Heed, the count of images that make us a luck...
Till we are the promise of a lucrish home
The applied and mighty tongue, will make the hill's amuck
To the point of simplicity in more, an actual thumb...

A queen...
Life to well wisher's and the import of cloth
We seek the moment's of callous history, in whim's
Of a step forward, if not the step back, in duress's ought?

Integrity has a cold shoulder for vehemence's sound
And logic of persuasion and heed, is our forte
The cares it took, and the irony we intimate, found
In the hands of youth, we will know is a mutual lore...

Passive none, and the sincerity of a vow
To question but the navel of a guarded hour, we term
To be, the inclusion of a world to situate with how
Ask but the cost of am's privilege, and see, the carefulness we earn...

Might in the rise of lands
Into a realm with a shared eye?
Taken to accept, known this way and that, ands
Have a grace, and make the day a useful one, like a night?

Many and the presence of mind of the ley...
Metered salt for sense's kind, and a rue of simplicity
On the shoulder and completing the gift of hands, may
We sit, and discuss a needy fate in it's disparity?

Truth or render like-wise?
Sincerity in a long run, among the guaranteed land...
Happy to see you, make the mention of will's of despise
With a craving home, and the sense to live well, can't...

A harrowing night survive the distance to reality we enjoy?
Look among your bedded friendship, or thoughts of mercy for it
Will a song in the meadow of times content, have a playing or a place, coy?
Residing in the need of another's trying, we have sensed a new whit...

Of patience in love with the daydreams we have never seen
Except to confirm the fallibility of somber youth
Where has a lucre's leader of vice and vehemence been?
Caught with the eye of night finally, is our vision one of couth?

See the curse, of suicide...
Made in real extremes for a light to examine the futures we direct
To a wishing whole, and by energy's unseen, confirm the light...?
Is our friendship with anarchy or anxiety, the very sight of pain elect?

Now is the time...
Of courage's rational, the taint or taste in hope
To look among the neglect of otherwise, is care a universal crime?
Like better eye's for better sleep than a bared night, has moment's to cope...

Maybe, thunder
Maybe, tradition...
Maybe, language?
Maybe, lightning...?

Since we, are here...
The tact of unanimous smiles?
Taken from a burden we hear...
Is a logic best served, to question ideology's while

Rued friends, with gaiety's clock to bare fair
Is this the risks of virtue, taken well?
Shrouded in comparison, as if a secret where...
In the nature of worth and ourselves?

Same side to all's difference
Courage and prowess of a form
Expression in the voice of a chance
Were we the spare, the total, the reason, or the norm?

Savior's of assumption
And the milestone of impressive could
Life in a haze come and gone, with time asking silence...
Is a thought for way known, kindred and should...?

Like nowhere come of age
We see the condition of merit come home
With a new hurry and joy, to its step, a music to face
With a reach for blue sky's and marvel's we know, owe a heart to roam

Tamed by the sight?
Asking only if a vestige
Of conscience in savored, might
Has the sense of time; twain or these?

Patience has watched from afar
Thought and seclusion, made well
Taken for the earthen must, we compel to warmth
Threshold and forces we consider, like ringing a bell...

Taut, the mental image of happiness
In the skill's of honoring need, and redoubt
Fury is such a lacking discipline, if I seek your bless...
Truth in its is and does, a witness act upon now?

How in the let, baring all...
The rued and the soon, to wish we were a power
Of simplicity in the many, and the salt we favor for halt
Of a crush of existence that has come with sameness's lover

Charisma, equaling stead
Or the turn of silence into a proper ask of a friend
The life of arduous more, sought in the compliment of ahead
Will the hope of significance make us a soul worth amends?

Portion
And the decency to know
A finish of compromise's risen devotion
Will a happy kind, save our all, for the deed's we owe?

Past with passed precisely
Tense and offered a clue and a cue
Of memory in the hand held by another, a lead
To ever the similarity we have, and know is coping, due

Look, where no man has seen
The kisses of earth, voiced with a strength
To live in the open, once more, and win
The careful race of poise's charity, to excuse by length?

Tenaciously, the could...
With a bandaged heart?
To look even more, into the eye's of should
The willingness, keep reasons we learn...

Of each other, and the oddity's of courses in truth
Will a half of liberty know to show itself, before us?
The waking hour, and its vision of hearing the might of youth
Has need's of welcome and distance to heed, that are thus...

Live with a promise
In the than, the yearning hopes we account
Richly to a life in merely, a simplicity of sigh's
And the actual lip of causes added, if not adroit to need, now

Past with passed precisely
Still by the couth of decency and its heirs, a resolve
Of callous means met in the end, of where passion is a key
Let in the creation of encouragement's sense, a patience to love...

Blushing fields
So alive in a fateful stare
Mere and many, a hope for yields
Of common stone, flower and water

Been a course
If not courage, where?
Can we begin and where can we end, forces
That come for me, like the truth to care?

Sincerity, you and a cost so dear...
Let with my name, the toil of another aim
Should a real timeliness have it to hear?
Or am I the conscience in a letter, to name?

Beckoning time
To a seat with almost, for every thought
The quiet and the stir, of reasoning mine
Is the yours of good, about a hope we made our lot?

Live in the saved
With me, and the times we due
Curiosity to serve, as a shoulder loved, in labor
Of contrary sin, taken to exaction and would

Life in the saved
Poor isn't and the truth in a hurting hope
The liberty's we seem, and collect in passion, gave
The new reason's and dread, we failed to cope...

With
The stars to avoid, the comely nature
Of a stirring heed, for silence to dream in blisses
We foretell is a rage, the darting of all into purity

Warn
Misery and portion, for a sanity to fathom
The causes we cursed, done with the order of more
Since we need, and begin to hear, the craving of home...

Will
Needs intertwined, the past's remembrance
Have in an isolation, coming for panic still...
The role of gift's of ridicule, without, our faith lends

Wish
Utmost, the course of a bracing new ship
Is nowhere in a vacuum, too angry to finish
The place of real enough times, that earned a conscience's lip

Wink
See the courage of a unwholesome fantasy, made to honor
The known laugh of energy's we tell tale, as if wicked...
Shame is a callous hand, to work the magic of another's valor?

Liberty enthused
A party like this, is so miraculous
Sense and heed in the way we were youth
Meager old shoes, that come alive with justice

Philosophy condoned
The tender and the same
We visit and compose ourselves, a little fun
With a role to know, and they're to name...

Fruition exercised
The right, to a native clamor
For significance to tell, the story of silence
We have heard is a graceful mind of sort's...

Dependency knew
The capable and the mighty, lending
An hour of sophistication, asking who
Is a sincere time solemn, and who is amending?

Reality faired
The rue and the risk of opportunity, needs
A lover's approach to service in ideal's marriage
Toward the needy share we decide, is faith's key

Servitude looked
And saw the more of many
Till we are, nothing to decide if might, is couth
With a care in the stare of presence of calming, days

Sincerity shared
The truth in a becoming smile
That had the vice and vision of a decency's glare
Will we say "I do" or "Do I" live in the answer of needs style?

Truer to haste
Found in a child's hand
See the more, make fate a ways
With some's and futures in love, with can

Penny saved, a penny earned
Heat from the table of conscience
Has and done for, the tooth of privilege learned
To take advantage of a need, that is ours for sense

Basis in black
Is a whole of demand, the nature of life?
True to adding how, we see the words we lack
In the end, all things considered, communication is all and nigh

Light in the star's
Telling the world to be, the simplicity of emissary's
Going and coming in the name of purpose, by far
The tale told with might, the canny and the just, fairing

Special in need, but living in the sound
Of assumption, the toil of compliance
To acquire the same, of else in a row of heed, around
The tentative nature we know can, come to honor reliance

Who is this child, and what does immediacy mean?
Lore in the vastness of commitment, the turn of liberty
Into a capable and knowing ask, of when to glean
The role of adulthood, where a sign of the time's, was integrity

Nature was the given, hospitality?
Being the kind and simplicity we sought
In the fames of prodigy, the life of a city?
Where one stir of ability, deserves another...

Paces of ingenuity, ideas that save heed...
And the cares of cease and insistence
Let like a habit's home, that calmed the needs
Of cope and rightness, with a mind to assist...

Live with have and hold, an occurring owe?
Remembering hope as a gift of mention?
Might and misery, are we lead, to sincerity we know?
With a place for commonness, that is meaning and relation...

True
We sake, the coming hour to seek a caring weal...
Of conscience and persistence, we look for congeniality's couth
Time in its erudite wishes, and the more's we marvel...

Kind?
Since, we are an each of responsibility...
The tooth you named a reach for complexity, and is, trying...
Was the deem of compared have, our spirit of liberty...?

Perhaps
Worth sojourn and the certainty's of life
Ours for a letting meet, to help the silence of asking hath
Will once among a time, given for, happily ever nigh...?

See the city of opportunity...
Collect the increase and scope of presence of entourage's many
And make the keep merely the security of a dependency with entirety's key
And the host of perception, with a new realm to it's dream...

Loft to a wish
We saw in a summertime snooze
Patient few, and deserved relinquish
Tender prides that became fate, and with who's

Snores we thought were destined
To reach the marvels of unity
Seeking the realm of poise, satisfied
With a time, and the remark of individuality

But awaken we did, the love of cease
And desist, made to show youth
Carrying the known, forward to each
Saving the bound here, and considering the couth

Where has a little more philosophy than set
Been? like a fruition in mar and selection
The taste of popularity is one to mind, full and let
With day's dream's and heroic future, that know devotion?

But the dream was a nightmare, stilling a speak, and which in a whirl
Looking at the hill's of reproach, am I the stir of something better?
Like a bolt in the blue, we see our human sunshine laugh than curdle
Like a milky smile, that has the host of callous in mind, to anger...

Seen? comes the answer of an older and wiser friend
Might and the open eyes of redemption, a heart to find issues
Of liberty all right, perception, that has compelled a lot to ends
Of courage and the risen road of justice, that has a word with the world and its dues

Craven versus careful
None versus needlessness
With the world to prepare our way, the trumpet of ideology
Has the sense of could, once more, a wish be the reality of our unity's bless?

Look, pal
The truth in a countering hand
Has a lip to prove, any old how
That should know the better, of a guilty and

Simple news, to the disenfranchised
Paces we can deal with, the lover's
Of summary not, knots in their life?
Lie's we can deal a blow to, once and forever

Look, pal
The lies in a contrivances hand
Hasn't a lip to prove, any new call...
To keep the better, of an innocent and

Complex news, to the dystrophy
Peace's deal with, hatred
Of sincerity's nothing, notches with a key...
Kindred we can't deal blows to, without anger lead

Liberty we assure
The coming part and host of commitment
To work in concert for a thought purer
By the senses we adopt, or adore as the spire of lament?

Prejudice and privilege...?
To take the back of your hand, for a fool it was
An honest means, to finished same, the tooth of rage
In intuition's mar, the consensus of love from dust

Tales from the creep
Visited with a portion in vague, the light of precisely
Then and heart's of cope, the logic you let, with
A hand in the scourge of time, that has become power's season?

Named letting...
Problems we grew up with
Tones of voice we never wanted to be, or heir
That were ****** up from sense, in a kiss

Patiently, to look the part?
The courage in a fairer hap, simple order
To a requited fewer, than hate had a heart...
In the poise of background music, we know more?

Places we saw in the future
Take the time to usher if not confirm our tout
Of clashing will's, we found in the pace of curiosity
To look into the mind of compromise, must and most to pout:

Candidly, the known hold, we see
Is a guest's imagination, the coping hour
To live one more time in the grasp of lead
To a sincerity, sometimes when we were so dour...

Still, the cold shine of a dissuasion, we confess...
Is our soul, to take an obvious river to luminosity
Tree's and changes of scenery, that have the world for lessons
We know can be, a kind come for the best, we have for liberty

A river that spoiled us, for a sight and moment's aplomb
The issue of proof and privilege, to quietly sulk assume
Am and isn't the teeth you show, a peace in the since, a home
With fury for heed's, and worry for seed, the very cause we could?

Life we don't?
Asking the mete, of a sojourn
Tis' and history, the order of our kind and homes?
Are in chaos, but for the eye's we earn...?

Names we didn't?
Time, to span the dole of courtesy...
Likewise we're certain, the gift
We render chaste, seems to be ours, the first

And last door on confusion
Taken to our vice, our vision of all
Who would, admit and secure an intrusion?
To the hip of comment and commotion, in these eye's we fall?

But the silence continues on...
Wished for angel's on the tip of the tongue
Many and maxim, to satisfy a jealous wrong?
That we saw in reality's eye's, also a heart among...

Pain, understanding or life to lead love?
When you same the count of simplicity...
For a nature of complexity, that has made a covenant
With us?, the liberty in question to avail a many...

How?
Disgusting or discussed with a mutual live
We know the laughter you are hearing, is a cunning house
Taken to example for a just but baring hap, in the robust, give...

Hill's to rely upon
Acts and a baring song
Taken with the wind, asking all along
If a raging mind to attune, is a calming we found...

Sinking feeling's all around?
The friendship of a heavenly music
Hope and truth, to deliver ourselves expounded
Has the silence of a careful assassin, keeping the tragic...

Patiently we peek...
Life in lore's embrace, adding the ear
Of pomposity, recreated before us, we need?
Contemplation is a whole price for questions we endear?

Tired and frustrated, the talk of an ignoble tongue...
We found, in the beat and reverb, of commotions
That have seen the yearn of yet, our tomorrow
In the hands of a bespoken parody of conscience, for out portion?

Portrayal we find, is a future with common host's?
Life in the limelight of our conceded may, we avidly
Introduce a realm of course and sobriety, as if a leering most
To pose an accusation, void matters we sought, timidly...?

Heartburn, and a fish to remember the time...
Acquired succinct and a memory for sulk, which knows, sodden
Pertinent demonstration of the hair of a head, as if a tear trying
Was the only muse of distance and a world's ease, the snake we are fighting?

Limbs that accrue a finish in the doting we find, vexing
Is a relationship of fire, ice and imitation
The burden we accustom to an open eye, we say is selecting
A reach of habit before harmony, harmony entranced with alienation?

Poison we can, live with?
Have and to hold, the curiosity of empathy yet, like a star to still...
In the way and strength of a psyche, to realize our considered bliss
Of when we're, the tale of mete and measure, taken the time for its own hell?

More than we can know...?
Set aside, a burden we failed?
Seeking a role with justice, copious worlds
Of redemptive life, we saw in shared window's where out, may...?

Letter's to open...
And mighty words from a spoil of friends
Take your pill, with an hour of our waiting, a work to rend...
Upon the sulking habit of other's, kind come to realize and entertain

Sitting quietly, and remembering the cares
Of our future's and our simplicity's
Made a perfect circle, that has the cull of bell's, we heard
Empathy is a long run, that said the couth implicitly...?

Shapes of sanity, sakes of salty austerity
To language, deemed power's perfect?
But in a hand fated with mercy's, for children...
Ask if liberty has become indistinct and hidden to intellect?

Hello, bravery, where are your charity's when I doubt...?
The tale of seem and summation, to convince a patience...
Can be the cloud of our harmony, the cadence of rise and fall, allotted?
By measure and silence for a door, that protected itself from petty reasons...?

Bodies of need we do adore, and find the call of done, and dear...
Presence of mind, that came and went with a folly, of the world...?
Looking but for the stomp of approval, in the names we owe and collect, fear...
Is chastity, our only misbegotten, or can we see laughter's nature?

Watching the storm, and knowing a rivalry's call, does...
Richness of a land to aspire, may, connotation and its fate
Make the confirmation we deliberate, the pragmatism of us
Longevity, coping, and future decision; but is courage our fury or our sate?

A step forward, and a knock on the door...
We knew was coming, a host of pomposity and realization let
For a conscience in motion, and keeping the abstraction of wars...
With a better memory called 'voiced succinctly', be what the world of you has meant?

Posies on the firm
Reliance and tact
Sake, by the sound of rich, confirm
Dances with angel's, a ***** will bare, as a fact

Today, is such an evil stare...
Made for language and meter
Of compliment and its history, an earthly charisma, cares
That said the obvious, a hat in the rain, is a fool's inheritance...

Under the roof of a friend, sated with appearances
The time of our lives, a shrewd candor of a devil's chew
Right in the needs of our iconic hands, a palm without chances?
And the urge to complete the world, with are's misery due?

The rain has stopped, indicates my friend
Painstaking mores, and a hell of a song, grip us...
The hour is long for trying affluence, a room for ends
But the light dwindles, and we see the hatred we discussed...

Hate was our final lip, says an earth
Made from the poise of simplicity, we took for granted
And now see, is the common bid for worth
Saying the ordeal is ours, is like the all of us, seemingly wanted...

For a kiss with death...?
Nature given the still of the night, where asking is all the rage
Rather opulent by the end of the day, with its passing fancy and let
Made the gift of all things alive, with hope comes the needs patience?

But where have we been? a fight for life to remember
The taste of contemplation, and inheritable kindness
Like the amenity of a dream, we keep for miracles canter
Looking here and there, the patience saved, as redeeming our fate's bless

For angel's who fought, the burden of us
Taken limit's and the avidity we compel, to reality
Is distinct live, the honor of knowing the host of a cause?
Shared from the start, with a rule of thumb, what goes bump in the night, has been duality?

We both decide to wait until sun up...
Anger like this, the tale of similarity to a rolling heat of other's
And their vices, well, is our confused state a misery we can love?
By the sound of the hissing dawn, we know an angel to be any who bother's...

Somber named altogether
In the patience of seasons
We hold with a first, than lessons merry
To know a finish, to ourselves better

Lucky halts and stops
Of a challenging one, together
We will know the presence we ought
Like the knowing is worth more, than here

Simplicity in motion
Comparing few to mighty all
Heaven on the tip of our nose, gathering portion
A divine urge to see to ours, like a bell

Fun for a knowing friend, that has...
The power to live well, in wishes of shadow
Richness and forward honor, hope and sincere grace
We again know, letting the winds of reason, imagine the world

Paradise to compare
A boat with sundry sides, of chaste excitement
Versus a house of notion and names, that complete where
Which, is a relationship with the ones we love, is peace a lament?

The wind baring the news of consciences one day
Heaps of trouble we foresee, in the patience of a land
Coming and going, with a role of interim to foil, a sadism
Known to reach for pious leaning's, as if a logic were might in hand

The boat sail's forth, and makes known the time's are a place of wonder
Simple riches and fashions of destiny, that calmly collect a chance
Of season's caring, though aloof to the combativeness of same
Sanity of a challenge in mores, that select their weight in other's problem's

The house closes a door tight, no need for a stack of reason and rhyme
Touch the sun if you want to, the risen wind is but carefully laid
Sourness and animosity, that has the gift's of pomposity as a crime?
Thank you for a similarity to assumed forces, the room of when we are said

So, comes the voice of sadism
Who is to be a runner and who is to be a lot before us?
Of winning winks and obstinate smiles, a deifying whim
That knows the completion of strength, for a soul to discuss?

Who, I would ask, you...?
The wind is such a lonely miser of courage's and tact
Fact's we make for astounding the virtue of breeds, and the known
We remind is a look to the picture in whole, the freedom we lacked

Who, they would remind right back
Is a fool for the calamity of sign's, that make the future what it is
A toil of friendship's uncertain by degree, a comely and misbegotten knack
To corner the power's that be, with a laugh, a terror and the irony of bliss

Hell of a sneeze, wasn't it?
He, she and childhood to agree, the diligence of mete and measure
Made for a life in the shadows of other's, the keep of simplicity as whit
Is a revelation of who we are, and why, is this stupor our kindness to grant a burden of serenity?

Themes of survived angel's?
Which in ought, order's and opportunity
Save the mention of silence, with dread little?
Is a reaching gift to upheaval, for the sourness of cunning?

Panic in a solemn justice
With the language of veracity to attest?
A new life of simplicity, to exact argued realization
Of proper manner's and the dole of seclusive lest...

Fancy words, for hello how are you?
Minus the tender kinds and humanity of solitude for youth?
The waiting and harboring of sincerity as when we couldn't...
Strange or strength is a logic best served to innocence as a clue

To decisions
And the inner most desires of having a life adding want's
Is the complexity of substitution for a pronounced, intimation?
Of what was a count of distances as a shrewdness is, or love...

Crying that overcomes the share in shame, we don't need...
But a harmony of ideas and courage entailing, a risen smile
That has a wholeness in mind, is a blessing we save for requiem lead
To decency and predilection's guidance of a habit we seek, for justice all the while

So went wrong, why the defensive glare?
Pain, and its potential as moments; a zealous need
To longevity is given a reach and a presence to care
Having the distinction of being, the call to hope, we save for heed...

A baby with misery to know and hopeful duress taken to worth...
Is it also a prayer?
Minds blown and the invigoration of other's to compliment certainty
Yes, the toil of omnipresence of a soul's affinity of when we share...

Sounds like avarice...?
Being sorts we have for look, than lucre
The pout of destiny, if not the anarchy involved, since
I put down the book and see, the child to assure...

Running to the north, the treasure in hand
The hero saves the moment to wishes for his lovely lady
Simple ideas we can hope are, our future and with a stand
Kisses the woman with all of his love, and thus an end gently

Smiling, the child applauds
Kind and come, history I know won
The hearts of youth for a poise and a worlds key, odds
Of justice that should, a patience in the cares, of love

Smiling, I finish up, truth of a paradise to remind
Is a lauded hour to simplify the coming decency
We made for each other, a honor to kind...
The moment pillows tell the journey one more time, and be

Yawning, and waiting to see
Time in my vices and direction of nicety
I put the child to bed, making sure we see
The daring of possibility has it to show, we

Sitting thereafter, and remembering the tale
Similarity and season come by to sit at my knowing
Care for fending call's and baring of just moment's, to never fail...
Like the reasons of a rise in the land, we have seen another, owing

Avarice?
I wonder and then come to a kinder conclusion
Paces of rhyme and real enough lip for a chance
Of such and more, we keep with avidly, another's imagination...

Heed was the name
Given by me, and the needs of other's
When and where we don't know, but just the same
With presence and kind, coming for more...

Time with a pathetic grin, noticed by all...
The turn of somber chastity into a marvel of anger
That has deed and notion, of worlds to fall
In love with something besides the beaddled works of angel's...

Now, don't think the needs of an alerting charity...?
Are neither and knick, to me and my patronage
But a living example of destiny in a shoe, voice, and disparity
Is no place for am's choice to come to justice, unless it is, fate

How, in the terms of unity and coping we so mightily adjust to...
And an hour of seclusion we find for fix, and the burdens of a fighter
But in these words and premise to honor a new and compelling you
Was a lie before us all, the nature of decency to foster another, writer?

Courses in heed and the inner most desire we know to call
A passion of let and set ideology, but again the lie is in the road
To spirits and their divorce from the moments, as if a pace to loll
Among the distances and travail, we make for a clarity of soul...

Written in habits and happenstance, the onus of anxiety?
True to wishes we have never heard, we meant the thought...
If not the word and deed, of complexity like a share in vanity's
That came, and went, with a shout, but only when we are not...

Finer philosophy
Caring light's in the window of a book store
Share with us your opinion, we have the key
At the door...

Saving dances for another art...
Entering was anything but a sulk, to encourage
Time is a frank sincerity I want to know, than and smart
Recreate a finish from the burden's we care for, a reason?

Seen in such a knowing book, the reality of a curiosity
True to us, and the sunshine we envy
Time is in its sit, with a could, that has its voice and energy
Life is such a fine print, when cause comes for its levity...

Smiles all around?
And the capable hands of ever, the toil we seek
In the name of voices sorted, and thorough enough, to abound
The sigh's of friendship in a cleverer clue, than we thought meek?

Time to tell the truth? as if a lie has its vision?
Of vice and vertigo, to pronounce naked a liberty we don't know?
Here is intellect, and the yearning we add for asking's wishes
That hasn't the breath of us, and the moment's we blow...?

Letting
Ably the concern, persuasion to find
Asking if tones of voice, are betting
On a **** future, that has it to mind...

A kite of nowhere in heart, but chances
To flip and articulate an ordeal...
With the wind, and its means to issue a challenge
Of when we were, courage in its mile of what heals...?

Of the human spirit, like a beam of sunlight
We remember the curses we don't, with and harmony
To tell a different story, than a logic of worlds might
Tension and finite glares, we will know come from are seen...

**** again, the space to decide and coincide with all
Of a notion in past's of contrary hope, and its song
Whispering strong, the truth in my needs, and houred falls
Of day to the soul of reasons in aspire, we fate with a haunt

Look be need, and lot's of riches we knew...
For a loft of words to gather the blessing we admit
Will humanity's pleasance, as if a ruley fool...
For the tastes of cause in hap, we imagine is love, only let...

Fools for the kiss on a tip of a dream, top of the world
To exact a needy friend, with moments in the sour
Of our smiles in a justice we saw once, and then wry, early
Tastes of have in our heart's for more and a day, we were...

Silly Richard
Walls that cry at graffiti
Doors to never never learned
And a puff of magic stuff, we...

Named iconoclast
Just to satisfy
Miserable notions of thorns in the looking glass
And a terrible howl, from the joke we took for misery

Dear dear, little Richard
What has the time when you yawn, but doesn't like it when you due
And knows the terrible truth to be a noisy tooth, you pardon?
Angel's and the mistake in your pants from here to...

Lions or lies, the tender trap we see
Is a memory of decency we found, for a lip
That has no bread for a day similar, and made to ***
Could this tear of mimicry, be a shadow of what is?

Playing with the matches one day
The devil came to ye, for an insight of cold shoulder's and intimation
Places we have known together, smell briefly like you may
We enchasten to smoke and doors, and paint and spit...

Mystique or antique, we know the briefness of a sad face
That has never had a friend with a belly to enthuse
Pipes dear Richard, are best wound around a finger like a taste
For misery in the open, and a smile that ruled the house, for lose...

And lose we did, the name of the wind that made you careless
But never did we seek the bolt of cloth that made you fear
A single baby finger looking for more, than a shame to bless?
Where are my slipper's and could shoulder's rhyme when we hear?

Jack and Jill
Went up a half, past
And have a pale reason, till
The cold is foreign, and hot is ,our, sass

Turn of the century
Into a legend before the scope
Of redundancy and its mine, a handsome query
We make for the times are a changing known:

Life is my first party
Simple and sound to an idea of friends
Keep the salt, at a smile once many, and now arty
Shame you can get rid of, like a mere makes amends

Sitting by the table, and waiting over a beer
Friends come and go, like a tooth of resolve
Time in its elastic earn, reasons we found dear
To a paunchy lip, and their noble intent for all

A friend sits down by me, a careful glance
"Is mine and yours a rhythm to tell"
"A different story than doubt, and the average of instance"
Thinking a bit, the beer talks to me, in a courage's riddle

If everything is so good and bright, by todays standards
Will a life see the better of a tear or the terror of love to call
Only the did and the done can tell, it thinks, irony's order's...
Finished with the beer, I stake my claim on mercy and might for all

"A legend it is, we know can be, the voice of gesture and the just"
"Look well for me, at the stir of omni patience, it was a hair of a chance"
"Like a rising mind to think and save, a friend from the inclination of dread, thus"
"I see a choice in the mist, like a change of God's given season's"

Yet in the grasp
Of music I release
From its earthly prison, in case
A little star on the horizon, has me for cease

Pence in the fun, wouldn't a life
With a curious silence made true
The better side of courage, a whimsey and a strife
Mighty as I am, being a risk in the foolery…

Is like a dance with dread, and the ancient misery's
We dote among, the music comes
Like a reason in the mix, we serve to each other for history
And the doles we found, in the years, what some's!

Playing the fool, just once
Mind owed mystique, and a wholly made needs
Reason with me, the skill of bared conscience
To look among the stillness of many, and see the deed

Urge, are we the tows of a renamed irony?
Once the backward stare of portent, needing a gift
Of reach and remorse, powers of unique harmony
Have been the suddenness, of me, time with eyes to lift

Voices to assure...
The taste of requirement, that has a vice we adore
Rancor and peace in the miracle we name, a cooler purity
Of ourselves in truth and dismays mirror, where even us, is more

Liberty, and the image of unity we verify as life
Taken to dry minds and heavy hearts
Live for now, and the best we have to offer, a rainbows right
Luck and synergy to attest, loved, is where it all starts...

Years, I have known?
Welcome home, child of mine
Aloof, in turns we dote
Compare a song to me, and I will break the silence...

Imagination, so salty a venture...
The truth we take to heart, as if terrified
By the shares of commonness, and a voice pure
Today is a revelation in shame, to know ourselves, why?

Riddles are such wastes of time?
Tones of voice come for humor, that has never been
A tow of service to an ideal, we find in the mar of crying
Shame, is ours to ignore, the losses we seem, keen

Rational, and set to foot
The courage in a shall's dance with honor
To look among the reeds of tribulation, worth all and forsooth
The keeping flame, of reason and romance, in these we our...

Prepare yourself for an obvious love, it always does
Ornory love is next, the terror a final dose of your own means
Obligation wins the race, of humanity in different clothes
Order before cares, is a hand to share with the bride of the winds

What did your mother say when I told you this?
The riddle goes like this:
A home is a faerie to swim the length of a flame, how is this possible?
Presence and patience, and flowers named for you, have you to wonder, are you about a first kiss?

Callous, the voice I was assumed
To be, the variety of homage
That comes to those deafened, by music looming
Upon a saved tread of promises, we found for rages

Of a coming hysteria in the names of reason...
Patience and redoubt, the canny tour of excellency
To be taken as if drive and despise, were a lucre to begin?
In the presence of laughter, the collapse of where, we mean?

Tickled fortune, insincere language, to rhyme with legends
Harping notion, to skip among the stillness, of remembering
The truth in an oily eye, we recall is ours, for liberty amends
The nature of recognition with a prayer, in its tones we linger

Amid the city, the total of another candid lip
To wander in the street's, the toil of all urges is a wind...?
To collect its honor in the silence, a warding we will know, it
Is but freshness of call, to a delineation of trust, in these we kin?

Honored by the distinction, if not the courtesy of must?
Somewhere the obvious, and the milk of human decency...
To a rusty flower, and the mark of ingenuity for a sight, become
The love we arrange for a salt, is not the imagination on brief...

Can a sensitive button, have the time of it's limelight?
Known with a cure for the quiet, are we the solitude of a sense?
Service to filial dream's and the decorum of waiting, was hearing might?
Looking upon the stones of decision's we have not made will ,not, become the voice of limit's?

Terror is such a cheap discipline...
The tale of curiosity toward a first and a last, of direction in the so called wind
But in the end, will portent seclude like the rage it is? the history of again
A rational of a keeping kiss … how could we?  lover's in silence, have it to mind...

Terror in a palm?
To reside in the limelight
Fairly and heavy with ecstasy's challenge
Fascination with when, we are choices, to be mine?

And your enamored thumb...
Sweet, the excess we note, is the gift of neediness more
To energies that claim the day for us...
So sweaty a remorse, the taint of decision's and form...?

Look at my dainty flower, the names of misery...
Is a retort from the east, of each and eden?
Paces of prayer's we've doted, are a cool head, ornory
My eye for you, the instinct of ask and foible, leading...?

Too bucolic in the name of mortal silence, is a giving future?
Why the crass judgment that comes to beleaguer?
Beginning with a nature we foresaw, as a patient curiosity...
Made for the vows of other's, have you seen their dream we're...

Of the land, having the vice of you as the deeds of open bother?
Where you are, and with all to assume, a need's heart to roam
Of history in motion, come to bitter example of losses and neither
Of truth's estranged wind, the toil of another voice, will the time pleasingly and presently come...?

Most wouldn't suggest the coming automobile...
And other's will also serve the name of justice once more
And the precious words of avarice we save from hell
Tones of voice with you to prove, are the careful, with a trying world...

Sly, the family of shyness's three
For the sour accords that make us cry
Time in the stead of other's, common to key's
And lurid marvel's, we dote, are but like sands of time...

An obvious ploy, at your heart of simplicity?
Senses and careful choices, that just listen to the stars...
We desire for another well being, truth to quench and appease
In the maying hold, that one day, the compliment of said and are's…

Will dance with me, like the sanity of hope...
Adding the might to sincerity, serenity for a tried and true
Succor, time with a dream in the hands of all, who subtly know
The yearning of thee, when push comes to shove, the here we knew...

Soul to soul, the reasons of omnipresence, to confirm the moment
When we were all equal, under the eyes of kind, and relent
To satisfy the homage of done, and duty, that lent a could, in the silence
Of a new heart, that has a courage in mind, for you that is a lament

Story of yet, earning the stillness of you
Where to fore, the gaiety of possibility is for any, who would say
The past's timidity, and the futures compliment of arduousness due
To the station of shame, we know can love the acts of psyche's many

Time with means
Real routes of simplicity
True to our senses, and the irony we glean
As shrewd as a call to it is, the role of indemnity

Places we hid, a source of bright news
Tastes of humility and dour forces, to live
With a grossing guess, the exaction of an excuse
Well to say, the known desire of almost, even and is

Torture to an average soul, waiting in another's light
Tradition and the marvel of success, a toil in cares
So far away from the risen more, right now, might
The collapse of heaven, in our hands be the gift that fairs?

Weak treasure, in the name of a doting virtue
Taken for a fool every time, if a lip has seen it all
In the grip of enemy's sublime, or the muster of curiosity
Known to be, the guidance of essences and riches, of the fall...

Worthy little key, saving me from a lucky reality
Paces of in and its atone, to live once more, is my stead
The count of urges and the jump to sight's welling in heat?
Of a new friendship of labor, if not the callous reproach, we saw us, in the cares we lead...

Poor trouble
So survived by call's
Of heeded bitterness in a world
Taking a savagery to task's of all

Savior's guidance, making ask, done
Is the breadth of moment's
Collecting a which, in the cope we have just begun?
With a touch for calamity, given senses

Pace's of courtesy
Sharing a whole courage
For the spirit we convene, simple history
For a qualm to interrupt, is life stranger?

Timid confirmation, sincere appoint
To instinct, a question of proponency, a misery
Here to hold our vices, a lucre and premonition's sordid
Were we the conscience of a wish, lost to history?

No name provided
Sit and have a conclusion, vice
In the wishes of other's, the truth of a tongue
To remember the resolve of we're, twice

Simply a nice day to behold...
Taken form's of the suggestion of desire
Delighting in the scope of a world
That charmed the need, into a liberty, sake and ire

Ironic meeting you here...
Tastes of harmony and the gift of imagination
Wealth to secure the fascination we hear
In the poise of person's decided, to savor and's inclination

Bell's and subtle well's, of a redemptive glance
Ask us the credence of forth, the sanity to ascertain
Is everything all right, when savior's come to amends?
And a clock has said the obvious, we are one until invited, maying

Your spare patience and the succor we envoy
To a repose of vision, vice and its vicinity
Look, and see the collapse of a name into sulking, so coy
Were we the people of avid cares, or is our moment, a lucre's being...?

Natural limits
Saved by the catch of eye
Truer memory, in about the whit's?
It took, to know you, even let with silence...

Same's prayer's to a course in few
Somewhere under the rainbow, where we know...
The tale of sympathy, for a legend in who
Adds and faces the music, of season's and how, low

Shame it had to be us
Estranged forces in the remark of from, differing
Patience with a similarity to honor, in the discuss
Of a new friend, or sanity's enemy, worth hope as hidden?

But a beautiful thought for each their, mere...
Where a simple legend was the common
Tender fame to live with a real enough query
Issues of possibility put aside, the wish we are haunting...

Is time to live for the shadow of us, the tools of compliment
Tarnished feelings of uncertainty to well at many's, such
Seldom in league with anything but the neglect we relent
Asking the stare of omnipresence of callous first's, are we too much?

More than a courage in the stir of patience
Till the savior of a need's glimmer, in it's wealth of power's are
The moment we seek is a human need for something besides rage
Reasons may vary for all of who is, a let, but luck knows you, were

Maybe, never
Influences that deliberate the known
Succor we can afford, the lucre we find, severe
Patience's, we turn to same, the past's indifference sewn

As a laugh of committal, that hasn't the name
Of compassion to collect, the risk's of power's
We seek, the tempter with the voice of charity, asking many may
We begin the song of lover's, to describe a how, like a liberty's flower

We seem the decency we have begun
Tastes and honor's in lived, causes that make us overwhelm
Time in it's distant stare, with creation
Taken to our shadow's and friendship's of imagination, we have seen heaven and hell...

We have seen the intricacy begin
Morose views of simple fusion
Of a collapse into another's arms, a heavenly wind?
Baring the character we few, with confusion...

Don't see my name in big letter's...
Since we are the calm, won't a contrary season be fame...
Like the stare of unity we know so well, irony is better...
Sulking how, saw our blessing, become a neglect all the same...

As for me...
Time is a wasting honor, to establish a new voice
Of pittance and deference, for a coolly collected key
Of sides and graces we knew, as cause stills its source...

As for you...
Truth is a language onto itself, the tongue of intellect met
To a warranted call, the poise to select new tiding's soon
With the place of serendipity in the stay of world's we reflect

As for mercy
So many tried lip's, the taste of hosting a discrepancy
In any came, to look among the solitude of worldly
Clocks of suggestion and peradventure, the life in a wall of fancy...

Presence of mind to make love again?
Here is your future, a waiting house of irk and despondent ilk
Ready to pounce upon your pride, futures worth their sin?
Hope once more for your calm, and you have the imagination we fulfil...

Native to the view
Completeness in a well formed heart
Simple rage was such a harrowing soon
To take the blind from a hat, to seal the deal, smartly

Compelling, the notion to be around
Sour mind's and the heaven we detail
To be the cold hard course in happiness, that does found
Will we be the actual live, or is need our moment to say ill?

Pretty consciences
The toil of succinctly the known cares
Where one more simple life, to share in defense
Of another, is a hopeful instinct come to fair

Look, say we, the commotion of since
The times are for the all of us, the power to sulk
In the coming rain, where we are the sun to pounce
Have and hold the better of me, a risk in the world, full of faults

But a patient hand to know
The beauty we can deserve, with the promise of decency
True and how, fashioned from the spare key's of yesterday and owe
Looking for a lock of stipulation if not fun, the ire's of history

In
And never more, than
A light in the eaves, for a meager silence...
All and all, an about face, with a story worth plain...

Truth and meaning, of fearful days?
Never more, than a care is whether, odder...
Or the saving grace we ought, for a life in a fate
So named and faired to deem, another older, our?

Days have come to it's end...?
Future finish of a sameness without few
Still the response of a shared history, a heart to lend
Paces of curiosity with the voice of a world too soon?

Mind and make, the meager choice of ages
Of weal and bruised ego's, the thought for simplicity
A new care in the justice, we plan for liberty's wages
So, few to a rational kind? when you have the sense of well being

A father with knowing to share, and final authority...?
Ably the dote of a yearned for goodness, sincerity
That has the quote of a lifetime, in their sake, deplorability
Is a fury with its own ends, named the chaste, a patience's integrity?

Saving a clock for a friend
Stones throw a way
Meant few, can we see to sense?
Like-wise I'm sure, says the care

Timely forces, we can due
With the riches of many
Here is a might, to calmly who
The irony in a gift, to collect merely any?

Moment's we can tell
Halt and share, a word to a side?
Half of a sulk's mind, to ring a bell
Has seen our liberty's come from shied?

Though sense from time's comparison
Comes to us, the limit's we attribute
Here to say, the clarity we made, fun
Is a hosting where, we are but youth

Wink's will be friends, until, hell...
Patience's form is best served, understated...
Argument's with a fishes shadow, is always the better of little...
Curiosity is a vow to anything, but the fated...

Is it us...
Or is this lie, an anxious cause
Samed with real enough purpose
That a friend can never tell you, by the odd's?

Lent the blessing of health
Spent with the cause of superiority, in little
Sent, a care to the future of she'll
Lands, in the notion to atone and tell

Careful, shadows and myriad firsts
Taken for the promise of yearns asking
Prepare me for a rue, in the bared worst?
The tightness of a mercy, has saved kindred lacking

Penny's of might...
Today we have the shape of conscience, courage
In the larger than life, syntax of misery given a light?
Of weal, and the same's we kept, for a youth, in patience

No legend worth its might...
Simple chaste, to deliver the timely news
Have and the none we defend, as requite
Pasts of desire, that know the difference, between paced you

Here is a reason in the vested more...
Caring but the force of beauty in lore
The wishes of another, sentence of question's we seek, sore
Truth is a callous finish in our path, as if to introduce a we're

Hateful sincerity, for a hair of a chance?
Imagination in the name of possibility, wealth of a risk
That can, then know, the prestige of psyche, meant whence
Happy, thinking confused naivete? Have we subsumed is?

Nation's with a new faith, irony in the scope of who
Is a liberty before all else, and the tale of tendered sense
Will we originate with fascination, or is a clemency due
To sing the praises of reality, where one lord above any, is amends

Pretty ordeal
In the semblance of avidness, the tow of commonness
Lions for levity, lambs for unity, saving all...
In the realm of vice, we know the irony we guest

Courage, is a legend in the world
Sakes to visit the justice, in a lore we save
Patience would, a requiem early
The worth has bloomed, the comparison eaved

Well, if not synchronicity?
Pretty order's to a new fate of simplicity?
Honor in the space of gain, a wholesome gaiety
Hi, and the presence of courses in validity...

Now?
Or the candor of a new friendship
With the patience of pleasance and kind's, we dote for allow
Taste's of if, the world has a climate to wish...

Never?
Time in the more's we sake to language
Romance and assurance, the tale of composure
With resolve to love, a care that has seen forces, imagine

Nature?
Omnipresence to finalize a curious fact
Of weal and needy limit's, in mind for what may a work
To see in the light, that we are a smile with future's to ask

Life in a worthier cope
Treasured smiles and the moment of necessity's inclusion
Worlds of foremost sincerity, truer by youth
Can we see the invisible now, the rigid mercy in a silence?

Sakes and eventual life, to know a can't
Of repose and reality ready to say
Is a patience of ache's and pain's, a history to want?
Or is it a laugh with friends, and neighbor's...

All agree - does a lover count?
Passion and desire, to dance and dance
Presence of many and the mine to tell how
The beauty in could, truth's to wish a way, romance

The dance so far...
Life to an unparalleled sense, of purpose
And a richness of decency come with subtlety in shares
Of consciences, too seemly not to give, a heart if losing

Beauty has a suggestion
Life is our forward gift, to need the better of another
Been and deliberated with dread, or the sides of intuition
For the blessing's we make, as if the star's themselves, a hopeful bother

Lushly, the gift
Of simplicity in a guarded eye
Today is our welfare, an eye to lift
And say, "Love is a reach for us, and knowing why?"

Wiser for the words, a host of contemplation
And future sincerity, enough of a lasting coil
The first's of demeanor in let, is our faith in kindred...
Keeping but the irony of a lingering kiss, never to foil?

Wiser for the resolve in each, tows of wishes
We demand are ours, for a serendipity's dream
And the stir of liberty, in a whole feat, for which is
A space of complexity, to ask in a weary voice, to seem:

"Love is a reason to us, and now why?"
Wiser for the decency we have shown for another
Timidly, the words of avarice, to exact poise for life
Keeping any lip of resolve, we are the kindred to bother...

Wiser like a bird of conscience, that has seen the deed
Of virtue in slowing motion and character, adroitly
See the us of callous voices, we know for a souls to lead
"Spirit's without a kinder glance, and its possible loyalty..."

Wiser for knowing a wiser form, we have committed
To decision's of reality, we know can few the least
Life far away, seeing the drive of purpose under it's nose, whitted
With the claim of all, is more than enough of a care, love eaches

Honor to meet you
Simple rise and seem, to very we know
The call to heed, we are all a part of, when and who
Is a liberty, or the character of legend to fluently owe?

Tender knowing the best of kind
True decision and forces of wonder
To exact the notion of a coping mind
Energy said, and the irony we sense, is anyhow torn asunder

For a step in the right direction
Time in its blessed first's and terrifying lasts
Still awkward, but the cares of you, a whole of contention
Known to be, the uncommon stare of indecency that asks

Will we be **** enemies or the vaster fortune in untimely friends?
Pressing for angel's patience, the turn of cheek
Into a stirring hour, to swear the tows of mercy come to ends
Till we meet the nursed homage, of risks that seemed meek

No
I don't have a rude bone in my body, but you seem to do...
Here is a clashing habit, with half a mind, to recollect owe
Kindred in a faustian trance, for the rest of the story...?

Yes
I hate you...
With a syllable of courage, and the inclusion of nothing's fess
Vowed to consider the nature of decent have, to a coming fight, we know who will win...

Meandering
Notion to exceed the divine
Ask us when the miracle of courageous
Welfare, has seen the kinder kind

Mythological
Tastes of overt yesterdays
Tender to aversion, and the image we will
To assurances form, the candor of a little more may

Monumental
Slower by the composure we derive
From the subtlety of eventual
Lucre, and the sour dream of purposed new lives

Meagerly
The tows of responsibility
All to for, forth else in behavior
Will we sit for a new condition, of precept?

Momentum
In motion for a nuance to decide
Is the clash of wisdom with the wishes of when and idiom
The patience of collapse of intuition into the name of a vice

Moreover
Light to a realm of future possibility
Simple advances on the needs of time, and its lover
Caring for the nots that make us a requited whimsey

Mother
Add the bless, the basis of cope and assist
Taken to world's bared for a living other
Merely the best of us, to keep the entourage of is, this the kiss?