Low to earth
Since a season was our own...
Smiles and oft in so many, kinds of worth
Tongues to save, time is silent for love...?

Timid, the notion to excel
Thirst for another, soul
To know the senses we let, will
We serve the notion a draught, of each other fully?

Candor in the space of courses
In the speed of specialness
Thinking the tone of a unifying voice, are we forces
Of rage, or the sparseness of courage to lessen?

Time comes back for it's silent appoint...
Ready me for a simple kiss of sight?
Tender need, in no man's seldom, the world to sort
The cares of fact from fiction, where only sadness might's?

Now...
And the energy we spend on the bother
In a calling to hurry and the many, a heathen brow
Is all of nothing so unattractive, that we don't know honor?

Now forever...
Symmetry and focus of a sincere mind
To wake in the urges of life, to select it's own lover
Aching for fruition, we have any hope, for you as a sign

Forever now...
Living in the shadow of poise, and the moments of conscience
Said for ably, our curse? when to ask, is our gift to how
And the illustrious more, to keep the freedom of when, we end

Forever...
The pale roles of uniqueness in the means of an eventual us
Known to collect each other, for a carnal reason, if not never
Haven't we, the eyes of angel's, to keep the world we hush, now...

Besides forward none
Alive in the able sight of love
Comparison is such a fastidious come
To seek a rational for guidance, we know does

But we know how to part
The language of symmetry in vice
The gift of a kiss, to seek the rued same, so alert
Where we have been, the suggestion of liberty to silence

Care for a step more?
Even wear the austere, as a badge of kind?
Here is sight so admired, the pence we gird and for
To look between the words of instinct, to give why

Shame, we have met you before
Stoic and driven, to the poise of consciences few
Worth the hand of contemplation, cope so we can assure
A legend of marvel's to be, a hardship in look's of soon

Loan of sincerity
Height to a swallowed pride
Music from nothing, so you can be free
Where and why for, the logic we hide?

Peace with earthen stares
Life with a could, to save a friend
Marvelous paces of rue to fair
Can we have the truth of your sigh's, and amends?

Yet, in view...
Time to serve as a backdrop, to glances and glares
Use of a believable form, to the vice's we soon
Risen altogether, in the name of a conscience that cares?

Live with us in the home of nary come stilled
There in, the about, the pout and the vow to earn
Sophistication to understand a serious question, little
Is a moment with our kindness, the fate to learn?

Candidly...
The wealth of a world come to ire's and fascination
Is a role of yearned for call, to a wishful means
We see your smile in the eaves, asking a host, if we can?

More power to you...
Life with a rhyme and a reason, found for a capable mere
Of resolute have to the habit of might make's right's that do
The impossible, when we have simple courage to hear...

Time to turn
Into a smile with a reason to be?
Here and now, the question of a world
To earn the more and else, a welfare to see...

The rule of vice, we know can
Visit and mere to for, asks a willing more
The rise of patience, and the marvel of and
The wishes of another, to collect a seemly we're

Notion to excel, known to well
Mercy in a careful eye, to deliver a deem
To the nerves of anarchy, and its steady bell
First to you, and then the lived share of friends

What are we?
Ever and where with all
Measured by the seasons we give, to energy's
And the sensitive look of a chaste, to never fall...

Presence and the earthen where of a new smile
Persuasion and inclination, with a happier retort
Can we listen to the nary become filial...
Here, with a somebody to enthuse, asking moments worth?

Sound like music?
Time taken and hardship stilled
Would you give the gift of portrayal, same intrinsic
Kept in the name of air's, we face to show one, philosophy

Nature and trying, the fate of another
Pasts been decision, and futures to quell, a prayer to sing...
Fighting the inferiority of neglect, and a presumption to otherwise
Haven't you seen the callous, admit to what we hear, is a heaven...

Like true, like more, in cold regret
Harrowing mars of simplicity
Have the taste of a house where we met
The nerves of sense, come for stance and audacity

Miles above our repose, a storm form's
The tale of complexity, to serve as a door
Where we wink, stink, and think the minding of norm's
Suggesting the guidance of a hand along the reach of other's

Sincere rain fall's
The torrent asking the house to understand
Were we the same of unity, oft a happier but silent wall?
Or is a gift of room's and their sides, a fear we can...?

Tenatiously, the isn't and the done
Realizing the truth in a legend, approval of misfortune's who'd
Nature has a laugh, we have, or ache and similarity to gun
Looking this way and that, if a love is to survive, is could not...?

Threshold, do we know the rise of yet another fate?
Ably, continuing with harbored commit
Energies in reserve, if not conscience to lend, for sated
Weal's we never knew, except to say, the irony we meant...

Confused, the storm abates until severity's morrow
Work's we have been, totaled for ages, mere and decision near...
Seeking the poise of courage, if not comprehension in worlds
Seemingly for the commonness we see outside, out where, if and all sakes, adhere

Bit lips
So survived by a calming glance
Were we succinct to our whit's?
Or is a legend of many, mighty enough to and

Life resolute?
Moment's taken, to rapture
For all in a wayward could
Known this way and that, a lip so curious...

Now is the time...
To prepare a kinder word
The paces of simple trying
Having the curses we keep, when hatred is heard?

Nature approves?
Life in a harrowing scheme
Of retribution and tales of what loses
In the name of hope, the courage to say, is fate a whim?

Time in tissues
Faster than convention, the light to sell
The awakening heed, of a new misery in the dues
We are famed for, the mortal coil, and the hunger of a bell

Praise me, it will ask
Is a legend to serve the bold notion we found
For a future, and a lover worth nothing but the facts
Kissing a presence in golden shares of worth, is so sound

To the oncoming world
Where suspect was a finite hope, composed
By the gift's of sense in our long waiting hurry
Of condition in your names sake, where but once is old...

See the travail...
Patience is a child's tooth, known to collect thus
Until the vices of adulthood, know the guarantee of hell
Heaven wants me to wait, but the risks of life even must

Seem the timid...
Condone and fascination, to overwhelm the denial of poises
Made from silences we expect, are but the image of a lip
Taken to extremes for a same coping, with the acts of choices

Seen the toil...
So sacred to a language of curses and divorce
But the anger we seldom, the rue of instinct to foil
Anarchy in the limelight of our dreams? somewhere a force...

Seek the truth...
For a limitation in the now, we never knew
Except by the senses we are given, to another for youth
And the light of simplicity to come home, with friendship, thanking you

None, we can see
Pretty baby, making life simplicity
Passion and desire, a world we mean
To be the truth of yours, and senses so witty

Tastes in callous rapport, have become ours
Tooth and a dragon of approval
Taken from here to eternal seem, to know new lover's
Patience is for those that can deliberate all

But whistles we have who'd?
Coming and knowing the frank justice of another kind...
To situate in the dream's we know live, under the eyes of youth
Keeping but your best made may, we hear the news of a new mind?

Live with me when the real has a voice for cope
Same sides, and harrowing a can't, with the senses we make
For the poise of forward hold, of few, future and forth
Of causes so elegant, for a nimble live with time to sake

Behold, the irony of a joyous me
The told and sophisticated bell, of courage's we know are
The way to a fate's saving, and sates favoring, being...
Today is such a bother, made for the semblances of love's warmth

Named if fate's curiosity...
A vice with a stiff lip
Notion and energy's wholesome, memory
Saving the unity in a drama, so far away is...

Urged form, in the behalf of simplicity
We walk faster when we see the name in a cloud
Toes and finger's worth a spirited door, has a dour vanity...?
With a moment to ask, "Is a rule of and, the ordeal of the crowd?"

Time to reason, a child with no patience...
Taken for a climbing our, the reality we envoy
To see the levity in a song, with melancholy's ending
We keep once, more and forever the patience of a world, loyalty?

Truth, do we look bigger than it's tone of a voice?
Measure's in the right, to care for else
The legend of first's and last's, in love with the choice?
Time to all, we sake for an embarrassed wind, willing?

What was it?
Love even, in the blessing of avarice minding
Tried and turned to a steely gaze, this is our hour of whit
With but a stir of anarchy, we have seen you, save us from another vengeful lie

Candid homage, to sweeten a treasured smile
Known this way and that, with the bother of other soul's...
Comparing the silence of cope, to a life, of all the while
Time in its aftermath, and truth in it's lore, asks have we done, the impossible?

King's and Queen's?
Where has a light of way, been, without a lip to same?
And the mar of courage, to seek the limit's of compassion we mean
In the still of mercy, the promise of a new liberty, to know a sincerity's may, be...?

Taste of a sea of semblance
Season of forward being
Collapse of insight, into seasoned means
Curiosity to overwhelm, a mighty leaving...

It all for a song
Toward the sky's best
The lover's of image and integrity, all along
To word a question that has no place, or no rest...

Am I your lover?
Sweet kind's of order, to a salt redeemed
We understand with a smile, afforded, but never over
Until we say it is, the continue of another whim

Luck? do we seem the same thing?
In a world of moment's of guarded sun
And moon's of crying for the safety of indeed
The pace of composure, with a mercy for all and one

No light in here
Our fist's for fancy
Majesty is such a word
Compelling me to a gilded lienancy

Shame, do I know you like a flower?
Simple issues, to keep a life's vex
Poise, portrayal, and peace, where in is power
A fugitive of cold harbor's and season's elect

Patiently, none to seek
Truly, poor challenges of the kind
Come to those, with love to let
See the affirm, well to do in reason and rhyme

Now with a name
For isle's of forethought
We save ourselves in any voice to claim
Then and meted, between the morrow and lot's

Calm me for a salt?
When I hate the world, ever love
So suggested to know the eye of fault
But where a shadow has known, a lip has come to thus

Part's of valor
Missed in the patience we approved
Today is the miracle, known to let lore
Sit and be presence's more, to seek ordinary love

Natures abound
But the beauty of could, to season's
We have, ever but silence and its sound
Has a larger than life soul, to well at somber reason's?

Each other, and the image of poise
Reality worth one regret, two guest's
Of a calling ably, worth with the ache of choices
Penny in the pouring rain, with a time for rest...

Hello another day, say we
When taste has the same, to sense the courage
We found in the future, where never is us, thee
Am and decision, to earn it's beauty, for a wage...

Of cope and dependency, to demand an intuition's pocket
Terror is such a small order to hurried daydream's...
Taken to exception, never the rule of our mind for whit's...?
We see the clashing hour, become ours, looking here to any

Tapestry with flowers
Taut heat, in the afternoon sun
Vice is such a beloved sound, few than sour
The means to an ending game, we seclude for fun

Need we know with a handsome cope
Today is the courage to leave with a kiss
Truth be had, and somber notion to love
The calm we display, for seasons of our wish

Callous was such a frank name
Keeping the winds of change, for a knowing hour
We seem, the moment's until all, is friendship's fame
Come for it's certainty's, and the face of similarity, so dour

Where has a thread of dismay, and by notorious dote
The accuracy of our lead, been?
With that hour at hand, wishing the day an order to hope
We seek the bright eyes of our summit, ourselves to lend

Thread of tenderness
Seen in stance, in the minds eye
Truth, do I know thee as a guard of bless
The waiting of eternity to come and sigh

Patience's we have seen
Proof of a vow in the call
Of destiny to a shoulder we mean
Is no place for birds of harping's and fall

But pluck they do
Whistling at the break of day
Naked attempt's at the collection of who
Is to be a name, without the cloth to say

Patiently we waited
Patiently we knew the times
Presumed have of heart and soul, fated
Presumed able, to know a new risk, in these ordinary minds

Pretty words, for the future to eat
Tones of voice we keep with a solace
So defined, by the rhythm and breath of our feat
Notion's nowhere seen, except in hard to reach places

But seldom saw us fall in love
Treasures known in a dreamy light
Cares and candid more, with a heart felt covenant
We will be the ones to save, the world from itself, by rights

Low to the work's we envoy
The rise of mention as a whole edge
Of simplicity, to discuss the word's we have come, to enjoy
With the marvel's of kindness in tow, we have it to pledge...

Another fruit of conscience
Saving the world from a belly of treatise?
Coming with a cold shoulder, that collected a times presence
We know the call of our best, blessing the courage in ages, vice

Life to life
Energy so sound, for a fruition
Told by concerned ear's, the pride to strife
Saving grace, and opulence for again, intuition

See us make the moves...
Remembering the tout of an eventual hand
In the shares of have, oft to loose
The cares of when and where we are the mere, of another and

See a warranted smile, bloom into cause
The space to know one another, for a thought
Time is an afterthought, if wiser call is ours for odd
Like the bitter retort of age old enemy's, we know it's not?

Can this and that ever make ends meet?
With but a shared stare, the while of simple till
Is a complacency we can make into any shadow, of let
Lest we become too clever, the argued and faint will

So what is life anyway?
True to ourselves, and the dreams we foretell for a handy wish
In the open, a joy to hear in the language we hold to sway
Might well enough alone be, the courage to ask another, is...

Person of call, to a needy calamity?
Futures we have seen, with blossoming hours
Two and through the liming glass, the spare of vanity
Time is an issue of voice, we remember being, the spoken lover

Or so a virtue in the more, has said
Sweeter by truth, or exacted in liberty?
When a spell of undauntable vice, with mere came a head
Of lucre, we see is another voice, callous or ready...

The reasons of our kind, are the wealth we imagine
Today, and the desire we few
Notion and baring of specialness, as if a power to climb
The role of simplicity, to look among sense and who

Beauty, is the name for it
Shame in its long run, toward the affirming sun
Worth to develop a lip, of conscience under the earthly moon, whit
Is the cost of our soul's, if a care ever has the breath it is meant?

Now, and deified as a love's warmth
The all of piety in summation's live, is a redress we can seem
To become, for a new image of done and dread, the neglecting wealth
Of curiosity and the name of philosophy, we collect for a having dream

Patience, never petulance
Prowess, ever prestige's harmony
Pleasance, moreover, the guidance of instance
Prevail, lover's of honor, we see the anxiety...

Tows we appoint
Truer to the fashion of our youth?
Weal and social climbing, simply the joy
Worth one more kiss, in the saving rued...?

Says the fast, here in our stilled
Voice, that came with the call of onus...
The riches of a land far away, as if we willed
The limit's of our need, to the hour of causes...

Legend would have it?
The tolled of an angry bell, not neither nor named?
The places we same, the curses in our lip's...
The realm of vice, to require a new kiss, famed?

For the price of the snores we make...
A home and any decision of prowess that has
The calm and judgment, of yesterday's sake
Will we see the coming heed, we meant at last?

Promises, promises, promises
Toes of hither the faults we know not
Tradition in a cache, of silence?
Today is the call to wishes for a world, with hurt don't's...

Candy we can spell...
Comely to the need's of a chance
Season we remember with a spoil, little
Contrite or contrary might, to seek life's instance

Candy we can smell...
Living for a mouth from a saving pocket?
Today is a welcomed hello, saved for all and will?
The cares of somber note, the pale of an eye considering ought?

Candy we can bell...
The rued live and let's give, the testimony
Of conscience with one more step toward sunshine, if not still
The promise of reasons of visiting the gift's of harmony

Candy we can fulfil...
Sour accord, came to sincere threshold, for a levity as
Truer by known concern's, we do see unless a gage of will
The tightness of oddity in our hands, make them known for hath?

Candy we can philosophy...
Deliberation in the mar, of substance and questions we deem
Sorry old chum not these, but destiny's best laid plan's for anarchy
Presence of mind, and the discipline of charisma, is yours to keep

Candy, we can't be jealous...
Hush come to share, and an eye that said a wisdom's health
Prepared for silence, with an ear of sincerity to focus
Where we have been, and where a love has offered another's heraldry and wealth

Pretty futures I have for own
Prettier fun, to live with a smile...
That came and went with none's imagination
Taken to a reasonable limit, for gift's of guile?

Penny saved, penny earned
The welcoming gaiety we show for song's
That we invent by memory, the rightness of a comely word
That has the same of a stone's throw, for asking wishes among

Priveledge, was the first to hear...
My time of curious eyes worth once more, knowing form
Of a house to promises that came, with mere
Truth and hail, the collection of similarity to add, are we home?

Natures of cares and the capable way we introduce, say most
The images of may, that have sensed the coming mine
Of worth, we learn to see, in the eyes of other's, a host
Of simplicity found, with the harbored season of dread we kind

Myriad moment's and monster's of the ordeal we seem...
A laughter has the silence to make the world stop, and keep...?
The bell's of very and many, with poise to have, a new whim
Misery loves company, but arm's of vagueness, we never be...?

Party in the shadows
Ending with aplomb, tomorrow we sing again
The praises of a courage, and what has
A salty face for the rest, and the blessing of when

Compare me to a star, a lover will ask
Time and offering honor, to you
Is a wish so soundly made, in the words we lack?
To seldom seen, or requited win, of consensus we are due

Also at the party, was a survivor
Of meant calamity, and the since of hope
We see you have a better day, than the rise of misery, in any form
Time will show a heart come, with the passion of sensitivity aloof

Charisma was the first to ask, "In a dry and held joke"
"Would you like to say, the coming and going of a house"
"That took the edge's off a guarantee, like a burden that looked"
"Before all, the sound of our merriment, and better halves of choice"

The survivor looked and asked:
"What is the joke?"
Charisma intoned, "Nobody's going to slap you on the face for staring"
Smiling, the survivor asked somebody to dance...

None tomorrow, none today?
Wishing you a merciful, now
Truer pout's and cares, could a loyal
Companion, comprehend your asking, vow...?

Does a puppet like to watch, you understand?
Misery's music and it's forbidden gift's?
Of curiosity and its chide, couldn't worldly eyes befriend?
Turning weal into knowing kind's irony, past time for us?

Candid to a brazen lip, that saw your eye's
Wonder right back, the sincerity of an imagination's have
Is a clamor for surprise, and means to liberate, well, wise?
Considered the which of the whence, we save, you, from it's gaiety?

Never seclusion, our futures in limbo?
The waiting wishes to air in a room, with windows parted
Known to be, our freedom in the hope we add, owing...
Here is a sharing heed, ready to become soul's smarter?

Future clues fated to a salty excuse, that had the name
Of presence and a joy to finish its first mile
With a risen course, in hardly any fame or shame...
The knower, and the nothing, but the fate of a friend, to enjoy the silence?

Naked feeling's, promises we never imagined
Without presence in the paces of good fortune, with arguably toil
Of requiem in the miracle we call, intuition weaned
From the smile of causes, we named in vengeance, cowards

Pass the need?
Clarity with any sort's...
Find and mere, where we heed
A being shadow, asking of course...

Will we find our little wonder
True to integrity, like a heart?
Is a might freed?, in patience we can
The many with a shrewd, paces and faces of art?

Timely tale, with a round about save
Of cares tangible, let with a voices sound
Merit me, the waiting half and future, I've gave
The name of a soul, to a smile, that was never proud...

Persist, says the name, in a well spoken judgment
Of a light of composure, nary the stead
Of clues and bared moment's, we took for lending
The emotion's we keep, as a gesture of mercy, we lead...

A home to strength, and a room for sharing
Tomorrow with a friend in deed, and modesty with here
And now, the power to compare and sake, the frown so harrowing?
With art now in our soul, can we save you to, from what we fear?

Names we can choose?
Family if fairing all, ask and ages
Of direction seen, is honor to loose...?
The host of compromises, that seldom, is, rages...?

Patience we can afford, tomorrow in love...
When superiority has its abundant cares
The opulence of vice's more and many, to hear am's covenant
Of wishful reason's, if not relationship's of sense, where?

In the land is a waiting eye, made for us...
The vicinity of kinds and nary come, to welcome the dream
Of history to a general heed, moments of open discussion
That save the challenge of unity, to give sense a new freedom...

Names we know have a choice
Till with a presence of mind, well worth once and ought
The ordeal of a chance with its first and last, calling of a voice
Are we the sparseness of guidance still, the liberty of notion sought?

Caveat emptor, buyer beware?
Callous simplicity in affirmation's of youth and couth
To wizen at the need's of other's compared will's, urbane as worth
The frailty of shares of possibility, we kept, for a silence who'th?

If guest's have warm
Blankets and conscience for the night
Will biding tension form the belly of the night, simplify worth?
Focus of semblance and heard, in right...

Time with a memory found
Trusted bastion's and fathoming the cycle
Of hindsight and it's more, a strength so proud?
With a sense of admittance and it's honor, come full circle...

Strange, the timidity of cease and desist
Truer to a wealth than to hopeful poor...?
Turning with a charisma and heed, a light will insist
Is this smile of revealing hour's, and will knowing it, war?

Presence of cope, and a common taste
In the burden of similar breath and mirth, to suggest the kind
Silence in intervening places, and the guidance of haste
Into the corner of surmised hopes and gains of reason's rhyme
        trying?

Just to say, we found your smile in a corner last night
Patient and satisfied with a mind of matter's
Will simple relationship's with a candor, and its might
Have the sense of ourselves or the light which flatter's?

A true friend, will answer nothing but the blessed
For a courage in the normalcy we save, for the silent dreams
We share, today and ever with hope, for a salt in our lest...
Can't a friendship order the sharing home, with what one another,
           seems?

A true misery, will notice the door of ask and opportunity
Since we are the paces of compromise and hence, the offering
Of life to itself, the dread we make for other's to see...
Is a wish wild in the wind, where simplicity was accepted lean?

A true mystery?
Why people of astounding host's, inception and moment's hath...?
The awakening house, and the chastity of sincerity worth history
Patience? shared ordeals of quiet, and sour heed, of a lover's wrath?

Known nature, wisdom then silence
Truer to steal the kiss, confusion then metal
Astoundingly and earthen embellishment, callous then amends
Wishes in the fate of other's, intuition then weal

Places with no hope...
Persons of redoubt, to simplify the capable
Clever syntax, and the image of prices for sophistication?
Time with its edit, of vice, vision and the voices of hell...?

Here is the key, and a note from the people before you
Patience we foretell, is our little eye...
Taken to surfaces of honor, we know not?
Threshold's and fury to tell a different tale, no lie

The walking hour of history, holds the keep
Of question's never answered, but for coping with a none
And moreover role of sincerity to find our leap
Of faith, to continue with a risk, that has completed fun...?

Sixth and Main
Total's of anarchy we heed, for ever more and just
The ticket for a presence of mind, same
Side? as we know a burden in the window, the neighbor's must...

Till asked again...
Penny in defense, of a new friend
Worth your sideways look, again
The truth is ours for a rainbow to lend...

Penny buying an excuse
Excused behavior, tows of weight
Made for you and me, who is to lose?
The marvel's we sell to each other, sate?

Prevailing hour's
With a catch of light, on all's simplicity
Tradition has a hosting lip, somehow dour
Sense from a hand held, is asking, impunity?

Time taken, trying the till
When all else fail's, the spoken word
Of a fate we redoubt, is any more sated than a little
More care, than a light that foiled, the ours of lurid...

Patience with an ego, the size of the world
Presence in a held belief, mere's and bother
Bother and scope, to never's friendship thanking you, early
Birds get the worm? when you have seen a brother...

Panacea I know?
Weal in the world with absolution came
Fantasy and guardianship, a heart to owe
With a place meant for need, and the sparseness of somber shame

So life is a bucket of bolt's
Worming their way to the bottom
Where history remembers, the irony jolt's
One awake, from the sleep of voice and questions...

Can't, a risen plea, of measure and dismay alike
Save the world for have's caring right?
Still the charger of a wondering mind
I see the coping hour's have their belly for might

Time with a notion to befriend, a hand
In the sour finish of means come to heedless hence
Where once more, the tooth we prepare, for a staring chance
Is a response to haunting vice's, that came to offend

Life without solace's light
Timid as another may be, the whole of conscience
To wizen in open may and speed of compromise
The tool's of warmth, do they also share sincerity's prescience?

Somehow a never
Without the lip to nay?
Trying in a frustrated corner...
Backing into the mind of power's, and a history laid

Demure, we keep your promises for witnessed you?
Till and tension, the lover's of common, enough...
Tales of regard and response that comely does, who due
With the portion we face, is a host to commit to your should?

Act's of prowess, still same in the sour...
Worth in a lingering turn of aspire, into specialness shown?
Neglect was such a sweet nothing, that has conquered the dour...?
For a laugh and a dry eye, that keeps the admiration of hope?

Such a kiss...
Never in a realm of heard of, need's we've
And a beautiful sun shine, to work it's magic hiss
Look say I, the role of persuasion has one to let ever be me...

Life, taught by a key
Seeking it's lock, misery for a pandered doling
****, have you seen the better of me?
Since we are all made, to seek knowing...

Might we be frank?
Soul's in a freedom that save the can
Have the sense of when eyes suggest anger
To be the lid to the problem, and...

A silent mistake
Known to keep, in the brutality of the wind
Simple news for a shadow to take
A future in the steps of those wiser, and sinning

Poor, potential and patience
Together for a name to rise above the land
And seem the pressure of ancient men, that sought ages
Of river's and cities, that did soul, with a bugs challenge...

Patterned after six, the moment of dinge's
Presumption in love, with anything but a door
Taken for a fool, or the shine of a gift in wings
Can you save heathen from the whistles we make for war...

Patient old Thom
No news is good news?
Worth being, he will say in tones
Of voice, we can hear laughter with dues...

Maybe a little more off the top?
Hair is such a fuss known
If gift's of life show us what's up
Maybe six owes a lot, to seven...

Tender eyed, and moving with sunshine
Here is a cradle, here is a lover, here is a grave
Meant in our arm's, once more, the measure of young
None of that, and more of this, if mice come to play...

Epitaph to a gorgeous day
Many have sought a just rhyme in knowledge's city
But life in the country, knows once, the here of special may
With a baring, a smile and a word, we have seen, God's speed...

Was not was, tomorrow
Friends of peace caring, proving
Time and silence, borrowed
Witness the bride of taste, lovingly...

Paces of hardy smile's, taken to not
Prepare you, for a shadow of compliment?
Known this way and that, the order of heed, brought
Forth a kindred, asking, "Is hair our gift or lament?"

Been the strength, of a mind to account
Opulence, surmiseal, and honor's came...
True to an eternal, season of quiet and pout's?
Shared in the knowing, a presence of same...

Days gone by, and a larger than life, bird?
Happy today, and meant with blessed youth
Timid eye's of the poise we affirm, is a question heard
"Will we save the truth in hand, or simplicity's intention, good?"

Tender was the night, of our discovery
Ten finger's and hope intertwined, the laugh of common
Time with a sincere problem, in the wishes of many
Yesterday, was a golden lip, with sharing to say, "Home"

Do bird's with eave's on their bespoken lip's...?
Have the sense to rhyme and reason, with the waters of none
Compare a shadow to our contempt, the oracle of youth, and whit's
Was a portrayal of symbols of play, not the place of fun?

Occult
And the service of avarice, to examine the patience's of life
Those and woes, of remedy in the argue of a time, without fault...?
Is our heed so ungainly, that we don't know a wish in strife?

Find no weight
No spoon of deliverance without a shadow's key
Past the runner's of our dream's, sate
Is a pulse of excitement, to look and see?

Press not for silence, when prayer's are at ends
Finish the many, before the meal of decadence
Creation is our first syllable, them, then teeth to amends
Here are the stirring's of victory, we will save for kinds

Now is the time, we remember
Iota's of just delivery to the notion of calm and cool...
Witnessing of a promise in bared season, the more, we humbly
Keep the passage of an egg, the better we still thriving, few

Kiss me, the times are for a shall to depend
The completeness of similarity to our confession:
A boat is silence approving, if well hosted to lend
In the may is sight, of the reality of visiting patience's lesson

Days gone by, and finality knows its score
Life with another dread, that has seen the moment's come alive
With our understood hope, meant in the nerves and gaiety of war
Will a child of curiosity, find the world about danger, native?

Time with meaning
Meant, asking a wish
Is a laugh our distance, to life's gleaning
An open letter, to irony as is?

Patience would indicate
The truer muse, innermost taste, and hosted day dreams
Willing to say, the climb of predictability, to same
In the notion of primordial honor, we find for seen?

Named but reminiscing, with a just
Few and shew, the rhymes of reason
And the host of rational minds, lest
We become the inferiority we claim, is the power's of one...

Have a tale, any man will say, until
The life of ought made baring, turns
Wishes into the callous, with its honor of little
Majesty's, the pass of common history, we know we can earn

But in all things good serving a praise of immediacy
Nature came, and clashes with the throng of time
Can presence of mind, work its magic in intendancy?
A most of chaste summation, has our sense to affirm trying...?

Will peace come to silence, when all is tender and quiet...?
The truth laughs with kindness, and the always we knew
To be the candor of liberties, and heart of many, we serve as might
The patience we name, to be the coping hour, we see is you?

No future for you...
Seldom have we seen, anything but us
Sigh's and slender hippocracy, even and due
To the sight of another reach and cease, of cause's loved

Living for the phantom, selling the now?
To quiet a mind seasoned with milk
Hopefully the taste, irony and background...
Of simplicity in motion, with pride to find, she'll

Truer by the rages we never, sew
Terror and further tows
Of redemptive calamity, in the mires we who
Taking the time for each, and guile in lows...

Of watery eye's with the alienation of distance
Time, to finalize a place for the gift's
Of veracity, means and love of guidance
The earth of our many, and the girth of witnessing, is

Please please me, the tilt of a building in the wishes
Which, fortitude, we made for the rest of composure
And the image of prowess, to a grief of need and issues
More than potato, of saccharine or austentatious, with here...

Message from far off
Known to you, with mars
Heed me in the scowl of decency, to come
When seriousness is to be our heart

Ages go by, and a family knows
The **** energies that make us like glue
To stick to each other, or be pulled apart
When all else fails, the honor of knowing your, who

Burden's no one seems to have seen
Clamor and vicinity to a fruiting home
The tell tale wishes of vice, and its vision
To know a bother in the maelstrom, of when we are some

But the tooth we shall know, for ever and ever...?
Like a herald of dismal days, gone to ***
With but an eager kiss, dismay, without though, ruin's never
Given the odor of history, that comes and goes like it ought...

Time has its memory
Safe and round, about now
Beauty has seen it's history
Letting a savior, be a crowd

Gift's of need we should give
Pretty patience's of lead and manly hope
To tell the story in a promise to live
In the still harrowing hour's, until time has asked cope

Done with the painting, I will ask
Subtle sublime, and method merciful
Toes of justice and woes of must, in the facts
Seen by all, to keep, the days with an absolution, to fulfil

Desire, with a new friend
Totaled heed, and the work's of pleasance in the skill's
Of a relationship to die for, that has never sinned
Am I the subject, or is a heart the winds it owed, until willing?

Panic in door's
Of wished for all, night's
Of worth and moment's energy, to us and forth
The calming vicinity, who's got the right?

Weal, and the tooth of common each
To know a bidden house, with a realm to it's form
Have a happy day, one will say with reach
While another, take the time to say hello, in every sort's

But the encouragement of hindrance begs to differ...
Door, door and envy at war
Will we save the rose garden first, or the garage other?
When we see the world have it's way, with a timely are

Beckoning the truth back, the home of dissonance
Will keep a risen portrayal with a burden in fair
The energy it took, to know the life of a surly trance
Is the aspire of a clock, that has seen the might air

Have we?
No one seems to know, except home
Where one stir of simple host's, is worth its weight in being
Such a tough act to follow, especially when push comes to shove

Maybe never
Has a life in the gray morning's
We appeared with, a needy lover
Taken with a merciful dance, before sense begins warring

Long list's and tales of reason
Simple lip's to form the words
Come by silence, the willing gift's of notorious meaning
Found in the hands of babes, like a life heard...?

Mustered eye's in the crash of existence
When the world wind's down...
So much more, to you and the change
We notice for claim, and the skill's of justice sewn

My memory deserved?
The waiting of friend's in the distant day
Is for all who would, a shoulder of certainty
Given the sight, of new pasts of courage, we made have...

Candy ought, candy?
Happier trust, toil and thus
Found in a hardy hand...
Seldom, many have discussed?

Rational versus season
Live with us in the open
Tales of virtue, we know to be keen
Here in our heart's, with sense to hope...

All and reason, any and future am
Today we add to remember, cares
Ably till, found is a request of when
True to ourselves, the thought of distance to share?

Weal to steal, another kiss...?
Sight and sound, the rue of a mind
Rules and haunting look's, of a noble wish
Two to show, liberty, we are kind...

Insight we same, the lead of solace
Merit and few, limit and couth...
Pyres of just thought, we share in existence
Of a sincerity to think, in love, another youth?

Notion to notion
World's away from it's summation
Till a shape of destiny show's
Here and now, the voice of indication

Paces with a stare...
Reason's behind the wall of sound
Places we know can, but took too seriously?
Where has a meant season, saved art allowed?

With the dance of harmony, we foretell as a body's key
The tooth we know, looking for devotion
The truth we owe, for out a sincere oddity
The tendency we go, with once in motion

Meticulous, the voice we hear
Time in its round about, turn with patience
Of the common prowess, to fulfil a world
Saying to us and them, do thoughts age?

Another blue day
With a bet in the spoken word's
We save from a meeting with stray
Winds across the face of the world...

Many uses for ably, sympathy's name
No one knew, except the baring of me
Taken to exception, with quality's tamed
By the sound of a voice we have never been?

Space for a new friend?
Life in the caste of hour's, total's
Of redemption and pain, nearing an end
That says the call of a price, for will's

Another blue day
With ear's to hear, and a mind to owe
The claim of sincerity that is, by odd's and may
The role of liberty, in my hands to know?

Sweet money I knew so well...
Riddles and carnal know, we came
Threshold's of angel's
And the world at our fingertip's, all the same

All alone, all atoned
Tree's in the meadow, remind
Vice in the name of us, is always vexation loaned
Peculiar tows and wandering blows, too kind?

Tastes in phantom's grasp
Life with a realm of distance to cares
We never knew, or the times with are to ask
Is it me, or is the fate you show, is any man's fair?

Rest In Peace...
Truth come with a pride
Now and silence, the rue of common cease
To wish in an open letter, is hope me or your snide?

Like to heavy
Lot's of maybe
And meaning the legend
Not the spare key

Door's with no place?
Finished with a kiss
Tool's and fool's, know the past
With promise, we see the wishes

Pretty old turtle
Handsome old fox
With a presence for you
Will we see the morning without...

Yonder best's
We bless with a common bite
Of better reason's, the love in ease
Taken to when, with a yearning might

Impressed world's
Known to spy a clever home
In the name of avarice, sometimes curious
Sometimes, the destiny of moment's...

Care with candor
The emissary you see be
Ages go by, and now is a word
With prices and patience, that consider me

Charisma has shown
An art to come from heart and soul
Where one time with a friend, moment's
Of courage to seek again, the halting of old

Change with the season's, they may
Mine and yours
To leave an impression that has
The conscience of other's, who visit power's

Names and voice, given to minds
That place the world above all else
If need is to be a curious instinct, for witnessing why
The rule of thumb that was, the dreams we fulfil

Nothing new
But the right to beauty
And its reason of virtue
Giving a date with liberty