Listening to the future
Sing a song, sing a deeds our
In the stark and relative promise, we cure
With hugs and kisses, the toil of anarchy in all power

Cherished time...
With imbued lips, the chastity of sorts
The wind to live once more, in world and chime
To know a clash with poise, these tears are yours...

Rights risen, to voices of callousness...
With the claim of sincerity as a tool, that becomes
A harrowed force, we have never seen without bless
Of a seclusions kindness, though even a hate may be some's

Risen rights, to voices we care
Forth a heady Christ, the trade of a lifetime?
Walls of avarice and heed of a monstrous appetite to fare
Is here and now, beloved, even in the eyes of barren lives?

Burden in sight, brief as a war with silence is
Evermore, the turn of chastity into a problem for needs
That burned a charity's flames, a grant of sin to substance
That in the spoken drive to see another become, living seeds

Welcome home
The vanity of surmisal, and its hurry to question the truth
Has added, has asked the vestige of powers, has life atoned?
For the notice of speed in the vices we spare, from even the risks of poorness, so aloof...

Understand the name
Ushered with soliloquy
Urged and formed with particularity's same
Utterly and heralded if decency...

Us, words to live by...
Totals of uniqueness, a use for today
Simple replies to vestige, the way we live...
And the example, of a question to winds of strange...

Changes, the toward in the capricious deed, a harmony
To look beyond the overt, the escapism and the mayhem
We favored for a legend of the everyday, a breaking testimony
Ready to live in the times, a comparison to lend and whim

The this of thus, a lovers blessing, still a richer lessoning?
To which we never knew, a hap in the meager throe of light
That said the more, the news of sincerity for its guessing?
Was a marvel of unction, to let a reach of bests, become might?

That somber need
Enabled with the calm of a noble friend
Poise is us once again, a promise amid the heed
Of causes said for, sated with and a salt to the end

Privilege, do we remember your silent approach?
To the truth, a vanity we share to know a callous sorts of, you
Taken with a harrowed moment, to these we will know
The taint and the tender, asking in platonic voice, is ought too; soon?

Saving a day without your, dreams...
Sharing a whole life, with intimacy
Sordid is for future looks and cares, a grace it seems
Welcome yourself to a challenge, of a reasoned intricacy...

Met in the purposes of distances, to our problem
A silent form, if not force to know a callous sorts
Of them, and the language we due, to a passionate whim
The truth on a worldwide run, to see that calm, become mores?

Set in the sand, a wholly different view:
Tastes of common shame, with a decision to make...?
Thank you, belovedness, the sigh of virtuosity is a kept rue
The promises we made, to collect a change of valor, in sake...

Sandy futures, with our deference
To adjust to clarity's climb, to heaven
When souls take a chance, are we a fool earning sanity lends?
Such a banquet, made from sense and such and more, the tooth of giving...

Has a wiser question to blow your way...
Does an imagination save itself for the best seat, in the house?
Is a waiting wall of shadows for integrity, some took to mean and say
A hidden crush of existence, that is much more than hunger for thou...

In the east, a ball of fire with only two thoughts:
Marriage is a handsome king, and the avarice of death is his name?
Justice to avoid a seasoned cloud of pride, and austerity, made not
The fortune of a mayhem's rub and dissuasion, of a risen mere, of what was fury's same...?

Longing for a soulful kiss, the wind breaks for a time...
Tears and frustrations form, to near even the coming hint
Of paradise's blessing, how is in your way for one more trying
Set to heavens music, the role of simpler truth's has the moment...

Of a curious manhood, with a known reality to show
Advancing speed and mercy in a pre-addled fist, has become a life's generosity
Spare and decidedly questioned by the hence, is a day's swallow to openly owe?
Seems in a precocious such, we have seen your humanity...

Tales of the till to chill?
Tis the season of strange endeavor...
Wishes in places, peace to conquer and fulfil
Practice before them, the pipe of a lover...

Hands of refute, to quiet at a thought
Say with me, the mine and the sincerity of trying
We are the sitting, in reach, of another lot
Ought with the compliment of a serious time

Days with us, have their purpose
Of live and let live, hidden by a being chance...
And the total of sympathy crowned, a host
To loosen a reason in loves season, with a smiles problem

Finding them, in the name of more...
Separate from silly qualms, of just and right, the temper
Of regret, a habit in gaiety and seclusions form
The voice of persuasion is ours, for a kiss of the lender...

Lot, and the sophistication of cope, is our means
Today is the risk of demand and moments alone...
With a realm to ask, is a reserve the greater notion we seem?
And the silence of concern its choice, as a wish best kept at home?

Rendered offenses
Sweat in the opinion, sakes
And due attention, to reason amends
Acting only a little saner, the stark stare a host makes...

Do you notice, evermore?
Anyway, the truth we prepose of...
Has a callous beginning, too sore
For a challenge of wisdom, that even does?

Prayers of dour anger...
For the aspire and means we favor
With a realm to a touch, tough knowing you and life's danger...
The reality of another fight, with sin as the futures flavor?

Speed has a question, dwindling in the wind
Suspect days, to redoubt and list the scope of an argument
That has the silence we afforded it, to keep the shadows of kin
Proper is as proper had, the hush of simple tomorrows, a problem to relent...

Toward sharing, the taste of a hoping kiss...?
That when recognized, sympathy is an answer; only a heed can tell...
The prayer of estrangement, has become a chastity's wish
Will a savior in love, know the better of kindness; here's your hell...

With a baring lip, that has suggested a toothsome reply to quips
And hearts to accept the solace of terror, a harrowing finish to past lies...?
That began and ended with a promise found in the bolting and gray wits
Of a dread simplicity, still running to wisdom's charity, which requited...

Like the other side
Pretty being you
Sour, the toes of decency
Throes of life, to thoughts we due

Special offering...
Today is a challenge, a care in a whisper
Saved from a silence, we've been suffering
With a curious look, asking the notion to differ...

Like, the other side
Spare and lean, to keep a sitting stare
Wish with me, the roles and the souls of us, so shy
With a plea for sincerity, that affluency's care...?

Pride on a sordid such, so merciless
With the paces of voice, we make a shared unction
Savoir faire, and in our interest, a whole question
Is a history a jewel, or is this beginning, a new silence?

Somewhere, somehow
The poise of anymore, than we were
Distance drawn to close, here to win a friend, wishes with the now
A friend to decide no, is still our wisdom until salvation has echoes for merely...

Dead air
Host of acceptation
Boast of his brass band, done with a flair
The few and the gay, until avid is saying

Dressed to a tea
Do you remember me?
Sulk, indignancy, home is where the heart is keen
Of an adventuresome appetite, wishing for today to seem

A door on time and space?
Why, is an open question
Toward a new opportunity, is fade a way?
Consider us a relatively odd task, in the asking...

Are you ready, for an excitement that has no fate?
Undue the neglect you are observing, is mine to meddle?
A wish in the prime of life, that has voices to sate
An hour of ourselves, as if a weight is lifted only by ire's to settle

Presence of mind, to consume the obvious
And a waiting gift, of pace and timidity, a rage I devour
For every little pass and tumult, the tooth of meet the odious
With eyes of judgment that are a history before war

A war with only one side, your future
A whole instinct for what made us a jealous source
Of future stones and the path of significance, a reaches cure
For a windy digression into sates, that is come by force

Dismiss us when the strangeness of the night
Has come and gone, the truth to wizen at a poor justice
That has remained a friend of yours, for ages of anger and might
That knew one thing, to knock on your door is but a vice...

Hell, in a stare...
Which, need and prosper
Couldn't, find and kind, make merry?
A windy thought, for silence to serve...

A yawn in the times, to have altogether a clash
Sport of sigh's, exaction of a focused soul?
With memories, asking in an embarrassed fashion
To reach and never fail; the senses of old in their fold?

Waiting hours, that rescue a relenting since
Pretty bolts of wishes, that use wisdom as a friend
Secrets like these, are made for thumbs to lend...
A passing guidance to and from, a host oft shyness's, ends...

Total, are we a favored sincerity?
The fact we display, is a halt to seemingly, the toil...
Of everyday couth, we hope is a reason in the city
Where one patience above all, has meant us for a kept health...?

Running and playing, now
Tremendous sours and happier sweets, share futures...
Like a miracle to witness, the curiosity of ought and how about
Is yours forever, until a friend comes for it, a burden we have worthed?

With the lips of fortune, or the silence broken by dissuasion?
Time is a caring hour, such made, for ourselves...
Letting sunshine have the mercy, its supposed to be, stay...
A doubt to compare so with well, the voice that delves...

How is in the house
Drama, fearsome now, and a gift?
Sordid we knew, the count of thou
Simple reach and prosper, with an eye to lift...

Here, seldom...
The deeds we fated in the shadows
Have a quiet keep, of what hope will love...
The rue and the risk, of vanity that a silence avowed?

Share, sakes...
The pout we made, for avidity to bloom
Security to fare, the court a decision makes...?
Has the silence for a hero, that is the future to groom...

Clarity, sense...
Has us by the toe, like a fruit...
Of simplicity to step forward and make amends
That seem to be ours, to worth and reveal to you, a tongue mute?

Savagery, sides...
Regret for a friend found in the times, a wish
We shall reason, is a recreation of soulless pride...
We deceived from a poignancy, with a kiss...

Now, is in the none
Achingly, our sincerity is a fashion of prodigy
Where in a thought, all of a tout to see the sanity of since all along
Took and never mistook, for a phantom of privilege, we mean...

Set to rights, unknown
Merit we should give, the tout
Of recourse in its strive, a wish of variety to own
The very words of another, season of worth's power

Here to fore, and with symmetry to tow
Sakes alive, the times are a deed in a push
And severity's way, a lucid response to how
Would be, the actual with the pace; allowed with a hush

Maybe we are the one...
Smiles and utter reliance
Of cause curious, the total we due of resolve to fun
To create a simple though, of causes with a choice...

For greater interest in sense and its carry, the our of some
A heart of purpose and need?
Isn't a secret admirer the taste in a fruition to loan?
Mercy me, and the besought peace of a question to heed...

Can a wholesome gift of a time, dance here?
Lucre and the presence of merely, another beginning to being
A liberty amidst hope, the security of a wish to deign the answer
Which we have saved from a charity's lot, a sorts to silences best, seeming

Tale of the none, with silence
The risks we endeavor, are forever?
And a daydream, that has a moment to suffice
Create me an avid soul, shrewder thoughts for lovers...

People of charming since
And guarantee's hence, with a smile
Of recourse, I will know a rage, insight lends
The times of virtue in calm, and duty to shyness...

Mercy in a carried few
Witnessing the gifts and presence of mind
With the senses of curiosity come patience, we due
To a passion of simply asking for help, in time

Allied solace, the terms and needs of equity
Privileged intuitions of a charity in call, and prowess
The turn of composure into gold, absentia in divinity
Suggesting hope, is a long cool look at love we guest

Many days like these
Energy in forms we can understand
Solitude forth a response, to aging tomorrows we please
First and foremost, the basis of comparison to answer a land

My needs are my promise
Salutations in couth, the liberty to accept austerity
With the sincerity of kind, a sharing seemliness of the wise?
And to a shrewder how in the season of now, the candidness of disparity?

Since meaning you
A tool of wishes that never was
Mercy me, and the tone of a voice, with should...
The times are a glittering star, that knew ourselves thus

Shape of things to come:
Hap is such a worldly ply, of a hosts among
Sense is mine, that could, a reprimand in heat and one
Same to you, after such an introduction, are we going long?

Share the bite of distance, the tale to tell
Is heed, a speed with special eyes?
If nowhere has a call to air, the littlest bit of well...
A hard swallow of persuasion, a solace with moments of pride

Sacred? or the stir of person's in the name
Of cope, the tooth to display a better tongue
Which for a seldom used word, is the better of a cares fame
Caught in the now, and lost in the voice of eaves, wronged?

History
And the calling of a world to the simplest of so's
Looking a sanity, with a single idea, a query
Of what was the cold shoulder of a smile, that came to woes?

And found me, in the turn of chaste into sweeter pasts
Time to remember the court, of decision we made
An aging hope, to live longer by the need, which asks
Is it time to dance again, like a prettier sorts said...

Did, a heart of sincerity...?
Made pure, made true...
With the soon, a vestigial anarchy
Came to these, the rue of what we fate, to irony due...

Life and a laugh
The instilled today, the tone of a voice
Given the wishes of the frank, and endearing more we hath...
The compliment of sorry eyes and sudden why's, a unity's choice?

Cope, tomorrow in league with such, a service
To fragile ideals, and the carnal low...
Seemingly mine, the inclined shrewdness of austere sigh's
Is a head at pride, a lover's lie to compel a friend to owe...?

Me, a hardier since, seclusion in a waiting worth...
Can a heightened sense of curiosity, begin here?
With the claimed sake, and kindness of silenced gain, by earn
And turn of chaste into a needy repast, is my ought's notion clear?

Waiting on the words to divine a character's politics?
Sate and uniformity in mind, for another go round
With such a treatise to sympathize with truth, that a gesture meant
Is a gesture in the fate, we knew as a careless whisper, to allow...?

A hat of composure make the day for neglect, isn't a worlds eyes drawn
Meant and imagination, to a seemly rise and flow; was distance to form the words?
Which brings us to the shade, of conscience's seldom, as if a waiting song
That has a notion to become, hungrier than me, that sees the problem of seasons early...

Just the peace, the least
Of a lesson in gray seem...
Care for any of a mere in is...?
The pasts day come by a heart to win...

Places we played, we fated with a new passion
To call upon what we knew, for a deeds many
In held today, the common with the lasting
Of a smiling friend, that has the voice to lend any...

Heard in a clash with silence's blessing
Today is a merit in keeping style
Through a moment alone, we saw the hour we are giving
Have the affect of heeding the same, still powers, all the while...

Mercy in a roll of thunder...
Time with a being sit of earn, to know a charity to burn...
Sacrifice and learning, dealt the blow of wonder...
Sameness of a presence of mind, with shyness to churn...

Final guarantee of a simple care, in the hands of life's appetite?
Here to say, and know a seldom in the name of comparison
A snapped finger has its way of settling an argument, a fight
With itself, and the world of other's, without mercy on the run...

Cares of vice, within the range of your ears...
Patience in kind, if strength has a say...
Lucid forces to intone, a way amid pain and fears...
And wholly fated shame, we almost missed for nix, that just learned how to pray...

Hello, anarchy
Which to fame, has us at a loss...
Speed and deliberate need
Come compare the such, much more than what was

Life in the shadow
Of couth, the tale to tell
In the reach of so, the only more
To well put sorts, give a hell...

The flight of fate, in a fanciful eye
Succor and the distinct, preparing a same
To rid a single now, of roles of reversal in line
With the cares of seclusion, a worldly name...

Made ours, for doubt or pout of adding avarice
Such as known, no man without his hap...
Making souls a redoubted glance, a have of what sides
Of reason meant, a dross made sensation, keeping only apt

Done with the total of seem and decision taxed
Here to aim, the solace of strength, at could
Whimsy in whether's esteem, the doles of wisdom's act
Is a child of avidity, come by you, with an eye for should...

Toll of an evening bell
Of a land far away from sense neither
Welcoming the scope of sharing, seemed little
The rue of roles and omnipresent goals, is a requite to bare?

Many and dread; the toil of another eye...
Followed briefly, to wind a searching cause
Simple lows and metaphor, with a sincere edge for why
Is a shadow ever mere, and dear, to ways we laud?

A riddle that makes the night a special peace
A privilege in tantamount time, of questions and answers
That when dismayed, has the voice of anarchy
Intimate, but ****** to rights, adds the humor of heed; to learn...

West with the common, the vices we assure are may in motion
If but a seemlier kind, to these we knew a reason about a shown
And carnal liberty, with which we keep ourselves all and any, a devotion...?
In the aspire of coping, a handsomeness that delivers a promise known

Whimsy stands before a whether, and a care of silence, comes into view...
Trees and fruit, pets and forsooth, are we the people of candor?
That when asked to lead, a marvel of must if the name of doting shew
Shrewd is the cold shoulder, of more than a clash of distance with more?

So, what remains to gall, is a friend in needful deed?
Or was that a paradises fall, into the arms of reality, sake
Of a wish that completes the tact, we envoy is a careful means
To an end, that works like this, can hope become a call to make?

Out
And about the swallow of pride, that made us
Confirmed sincerity of an asking patience, is worth now?
Or if how is to ever be, the gift of poise to claim ourselves thus?

Angel's of better through
Myself, to a fascinating yarn
Of what went where, a since of owe...
That collect a share in more, to earn

Callous decision begins the day...
When is a legend of promises and due count?
Of a shadow in the grand scheme of things, say
The utmost of tries and tribulation, within a certainty's pout

Credence to verify a care, the toil of just
The riddance of guarantee, to account a new play
Oft the light of simplicity, but complex in sides of must
That have harrowed a call, a cause of means in altruism's way

Stepping forward, in the name of a treatise vaunted
We spy the court of prodigious example, for a nefarious ghost
My time here, is a walking and silent myth, a risk haunted
For the gain of truer heed, in a wish there is patience for most?

Could a faring wealth of passions decree, be?
Here is the solace of worth I will know, a caring hardiness
Made shall, a redemption to a tow and show of order, to lead
The audacity of a hand of fortune, to the rise of charisma I bless...

With that, the treasure is many and magnificent
Couth in final compare, in the spare and presiding
A wish of summation and its thought to drive, a share meant
With the lips of dignity, that shall continue without airs of denial

At role and delve of omnipotent trust
The tooth of the day, is to hope, is a forth and will of kind?
Long looks and summations hope, is a silence to discuss
Letting ours begin here, with purpose beyond fear, is mercy to mind?

Wish upon wish
Of a simple day to reserve
A stringent care, to enliven a mission
To decency's stare, the tone of a voice I share, worth's...

Places and names, thought's and conditions
Today, I have seen a callous approach
Since to fame, and a family of just renditions
Of a palpable song, I know by heart and hosts

Sanity's feather
Loved by loan and lore to signify
A rational deed, a promise to air the most, another
Call to a beauty's wish, mine to live and begin a worth's sigh?

Forces may mix and mingle, even make the time of day
A wholesome vestige, sights that calm a reason
Of comparison, might over the tale of visions may
Being a careful lip, in the world of shared seasons...

My nap, my hap
Is a legendary conversation with all of a kind
Seldom in passion, but given the stand of notoriety, under my cap
Heed is a longing taken to understate the silence, I mind

Awakening, I see the seasons become like fruit
Tentative to the distance, and the mayhem of need
Spare and special, the liberty of clashes, to know a decision to suit
Wishes are like these, a character of privilege with how to lead...

An angel's wish for better possibility's...
A care of work's in loves embrace, as if a can't of sincerity is hope
A legend of solace that has the causes of youth, for a wield of civility
And the futures presence of mind, that will with the ought I chose

Patience
And the entourage of absolution I will know, is mine
Ends of worth set to winds of change, and the new fate of reliance
Which with sense as our guide, has asked, is when to become ours for time?

Promise me a day
Time in its opulence
Merit a tow to know may
Ask me when the rain is silent

Finishing a step, forward
Turn and see the call, to erudite calm
Become my poem, my retort
To liberty so avid, some would say all...

Light's and harmony
Stoic to a fault, in the name of presence
For an unknown side of stranger levity
With the evidence of a bright mind living for airing ends

Patience audacity
The tone of my voice, is our self in love
Seeing nothing more, the court of nativity
For a risen deed, of beauty and heed; a covenant...

Roses, we never...
Stations of man...
Seasons of women, lover...
The promise of cares to know elan...

The personality of curiosity
The passion of consciences need, me
Actual live and lets live, is patience's heed?
The voice of causes in love with the sea...

Prepare a friend for a choice, in silence
In a careful our, the times to share a challenge
That lowly, is a seldom seen force, that comes to ends
Like us, but in the portion of beauty, is a stone to many...

Finish your daydream with a salt...
Majority's and meager kind, waits with a palpable goal
Prevailing upon a coping house, we conceive of liberty's all
As a welfare of stigmata, like a child of quiet to fulfil strength's, of  old...

Archaic sensibility's, the role of service
To an ideal, adding wishes, of privilege to step forward
Thirst and communion of hunger, has become a beauty's sigh
With but a kindred to assume a whole chance, of a needy star?

Resolute, lovers remind, the sincerity of ambience
Is like the back of the land, a halo of voice to share, the new
And then, the silence of composure broken, with a stare to bless
The rosey attitude of health, that worships a pace of peace to come soon

Fed with liberty, and the tooth of summation
A body will know the lingering shadow of timidity
Shall, tows of waiting powers, the keep of intuition...
Is my fury at secrecy owed, or is my cause a saving identity?

Don't it so...
After the plan, a wholly made can...
For the salt of the seen, a caring woe...
A happening place made, with also and...

Person
In the arms of dismay, is an hour said
Or is being a choice made, in lots to be, won?
With the worlds we invest, a care in lead...?

The stone of freedom
Today, is the silence of justice, broken for a time
To know a callous share, the irony of a question
Meant with a smile's cope, and harmony to become, trying

Whether amid seldom or comparing rarity to obligation
We have ours, an appetite of simplicity, keeping a noble prophecy
A redoubt to the ends of the ear, if not the bests of listening
All of due couth, and the promises to know youth, we mean...?

A world of sincerity with an eye for summation
And to a deed in love, with scope for a mightier future
Where one day, with sense beyond any other, condition
Well, is ours for a song, given the places and faces of needs, more

Liberate the train
Inch by inch, mile for mile
Speed is a waiting land, devoted to plain
Excuses and accusation, in the lips, all the while

Independance, is our reward
Found futures, in a problem silence, now
In last, the problems of candor before the words
Of compelling a heart to action, as if guidance allowed

Travel of the ******?
Suppose to wither with denial?
Sordid capture of a freer insanity?
Cares of presumption, to live with fear, filial?

Callous worth, we's of owed solemnity
Trading hunger for wheel's
Spare adroitness to tame a keeping nativity
Boxes of avarice, with purity to establish a host feel's

Rage, for a dream in the land
Set to firsts and lest we begin the dire harvest
Of an honest soul, that has lent avarice a hand
A thought for wishful patience, that has momentum to attest

Pretty to fickle, all true
Sovereign in light, and due
Sacred with love, come soon
Time can hospitality, sated who?

Rhythm of a pacing simplicity
Acts and freedom, to tell a story...
Shy faces, with these we indignancy
A callous form and its sources, with which we worry...

Worlds away...
The dancing now, and its vice with how
Suggestion is timid, and stoic, shade
Saving the gift of suppose, we notice allow...

Voiced anger, the rhythm of mere suggestion
Havoc, to come and question, a far away silence...?
Minds to verify a given stone, the break for intimation?
Is ours; are they esteem, or are they courting a promises chance?

Pity a fool for the future...?
So somber, the cares in lent choices, the truth has become
A character in a kiss, violent enough to worth curiosity
Of the pain we see, a chastity to accept a savior for home?

Epitaph, to a drama in the street
Sudden lips of shame, and the take of finite stares to heaven
Wishes and carnal know, the none you felt in heat
In the hour, and with time to slam doors, done is our reason...

If a bell tolls...
For whom, is a lover known?
Threshold to act upon weary eyes, oh you soul
The creation we find, in void moments sown...

A rue of compassion
The till in evidential hills
Sun and wine, to tell a tale to promises lasting...
A herald of simple gifts and rises of poise, will

Lovers to the end
Exactly need, in voice's portrayal
And seeking guidance for a named lip, here is mend
In the scope of distance and reality of a soul

Succinctly new?
And with sense's favors, to claim a richness of good...
In the speed we accredit to love, is worth a filial who?
Seeing the gesture bloomed, is fate acts or paces, new?

Heed me when the holiday is over, lover
Might's to consider a whole, if a liberty is to be
The thought of romance, is a changing season, meant dour
In the shared seldom, of when a passion has it, to lead...

A fruit of conscience
A hap of solace, predestined to same
A reason of couth, to collect a hardier presence
A wish of blessing the best you have to often, and the patience of fame

Total me a dream
Find me, a corner of an eye
Save me, the turn of chaste, in whim
And poise, me is a reason to be why

A house...
A character of decency, we delve long and tight
A stirring hour, we hope is beyond a days shroud
Taken with the memory, of sincerity to share might...?

A place...
Found with the eyes of wonder, we make for ourselves
Chance heiring, in the name of a vice's pace
Of coping how, and the semblance of seclusion, a wealth?

A room...
For sign's of witness, particular to shadows of change
Wealth is to be the common, the thought to let liberty mushroom
And become a friend, of worth in loyal sates; however strange...

A step...
Forward with communion to entail even the solitude, we meant
For a night's angel, and the demands of couth we select for wit?
See the composed guide me to the strength I know, is more sent...

A stone we should know...
Passing all to follow the method of our following
Promise and privilege, in the seem, to wish once upon a time to owe
Swept away with the today we accept, is a now in the hallowing...

Have in had, adding a wink
**** to truer sight...
Does a friends smile, ever stink?
Letting eye's wonder, can I save my own might?

The opinion of a surprised mess:
I have named deliberate
Sought cause, condition in succinct bests
Should a friend, have my world for sates?

Meaning...
Anticipation, is a cowards clue
Fate; fastness to a harrowed gleaning
Of what went where, and who?

Silly votes, at a guidance's ear
Requite the time, I saw straight
The door's of dependency, which consider
The risen order to love, a seeking of fate...

Might, passion be it?
Sense, with a sweet hour to cope
The rue of the truth, so finished a wit
That to some, a futures more, just may be hope

Pondering took...?
Take me to the sun, shining forth
And true, a tales wits, for a look
Of cope can, the safety of bests, let worth...

Shadow of commit, the irony we deem
A stoic terror, meant in a flowers queue...
Will beginning a world with lent thought's, to seem
And imbue; is a character of wishes made, wishes should?

Impassive, the irony we avoid...
Is a call to passion, if not a heeds compassion
Ever worth more than the time it took to crave it?
Such a choice, and a memory of care in its lasting...

Now, in the hark of some's and bastions of deed
Let with course and in history, a right to liberty's boat
Lingering storms of sensitivity should, a particular means...
Where the salt of decision is a capable friend, isn't when to love?

Love with a certain kindness, to adding hope in a lore-filled smile
Shame and contempt, in league for one step
More than a callous wisdom can afford, if a season of denial...
There is more than how to tell a tale in each, there is a Godly wit...

Both of my many
Seriously, the thanks
Of oddity, set to language
With a single hope, to simply ask...

Silence, I can afford
With only, itself...
Cause curious, the offending word
Is love, with an instinct for wealth

Paradise, was a fascinated clue
Almost and authority, undue?
Shared with poises shadow
Claiming only myself, as voice accrued

See...
Being the fate of another
Time, is a world, before anarchy
Ought in my step's, divine is a lover...

Rose redoubt
Rose few, in the hate we fed
Rose acts, when charisma is a pout
Rose timid, with a live for all ahead

Round eyes of decorum, vice in a wandering hope
Let to take, a tryst of potential...
Long if tooth, a wholesome day to arrive with our own
Here is my naivete, and a steads sulking breeze so beautiful...

When the world is rounder for a secret asking, to fulfil...
Promise me, a livid course, a golden truth
To the wanted more, when we are a soul of will
The tone of our voice, becomes the drama and decency of accepting youth?

Sophistication in a moment alone, with the weight of the world
Seemingly not, before the needs of others, worth is a means to amends...?
And the coltish example of the future, a repose of justness so early
That a miracle in the form of a wish, is a simplicity we lend?

Tales of the reach, the romance of curious senses
And the heart of essence, we know even will...
When boding hours are to be, the callous works of a world come to ends
With a handful of what miracles were, a common where to the liberty of silence, so real

Powers of side-ways laughs...
Kick of light into a searched for kiss
Make and meant, are we a hopeful hath?
Sure, the toil of adding ourselves, to a heart to miss?

Suddenness
And the game of can't and won't
Wished for a friend in hollow limelight, a ridiculing guest?
The taken hiss, for a wishful smile; arduous but don't...

How, or wisdom?
Or, the tale of significance
With a moment to share even kind, to these we dumb?
But a shadow of history is a muse to the light, we sense...

Any and all, to a thing of since, we are to be...
In the hands of deference, where one more step is a being
Hour, to which selfish is a range of voice, in all anarchy
We save a friends time with sour regrets, in the name of simply seeing

Martyrs of deliberate quote and silence from a boat...
Together they make a notion, to tell the truth...
West with a capable soul, the tale has become a superior love...
Argued by you and me, see the head for simplicity, that is youth...

The sweetness of dismal forth?
Space and a tapping heavy will of the wish
Greeting the dread, a host of silence, music for worth...
Naked real enough, naked felt to mention

Raises an eyebrow, raises a hunger
To the table of vestige, the tone of mystique
For a doting hope, dancing in the arms of thunder
Reach and purpose, in the shielded eyes of a lead...

Curious rhymes and times with a patronage's bag
Hurt feelings for a lore, in the needs of more
Had like a thought, in toil we save the cursory to add...
A callous few, the society of timid eyes, knows you somehow stranger

Lights that remind, you...
Three pigs and a wolf to tell the time
Have a mirror in mind, one for alienation
Two for a side of salt, and three wishes that should, a crying...

And a wolf in the first place...
Space for happening homes, the tale of synergy in grasp
That has the continue if not the view, of when a soon is sate
Is a requite of voice and its taste in joy, a new past to ask?

Exorcism of a priest, and a tale of youths?
Without the kindness of privilege, or the epistolary of count
The wailing and the stolen tryst, of powers that be our couth's?
In the dim and violent, misery we will note, is but a secret's pout

Passionate days, with a reason to be here
Aching eyes on the verge of unity, if not use for a cross
That has said, in a treatise of vice and quiet offering, of fear...
The none, the fulfilled song, and ourselves in an eye to toss...

Dare the dainty
All in eaves, a dance of we've
Sour regards for a knowing heed, the eclectic key
Wavering in the air, to tell a story of finality

Salt, dust and whatever else
Rhymes with damnation, the tows of veracity
Become like lucky butterflies, the solution in bells
To worth and occur, with a certain mighty...

Sounds of music, to die for
Through the hollow of sunshine we find so warm
The completion of a single thought for avidity, so sore
Has the curiosity of chances, and the decency, only more

Should we shoulder a pathetic distance, from the nerve?
Or is causes guidance, to a realm of liberty ensconced
We woke, and walked to the notion adding, a due friend
With seasons of come, to light the way to sits, of around...

About now
The tale has become ours for a looking have, and the moment gave
Mirrors, seldom fears and a host to what nears
The romance of aptness, for a circle of deem, that has it to save...

More to else
Favors of the sun
Whether requited, or earthen bell
Has a taste for cunning...

Whether...
Anarchy in almost hold
Whole, in fates either
Comes for quiet times, a river of gold

God painted the sky
In its name
Rarity, futures or boldness high
On a revelations courage, a breath same?

See my needs, lead
By a callous soul, with memory
Served ahead, a soul fed
By all's redemption, a finality letting

Live longer than me...
Suffice and perception
Compared for a lover's means, a kiss
Of how is everything, when nothing is your intuition

Brown temples
Avid, too sore for sense?
Background music, finding what will...
A look of devotion, for a tooth called suspense?

Black wishes
Turmoil is a vaguer clique
Of comment's, sigh's make God's fishes
Just a rue to understand what is...

Grey orbit's
Of miasma, found in a suggestion's field
Known by sight, a bird has wit's
Another bird has seen the sun, and it's yield

Green future's
Vicinity to unity, the poor
Is realm to *****, word's of impurity
Set amid tree's, worth their wars

White death's
Would we save a child's shadow?
Regret as hot, as marvel's lead
Meant only with yesterday's yawn, are we that we are, mellow?

Lucious
Simple cares, simpler fires
Finally a call to his
Where the living is only higher...

Real, the truth though
Sight and smell, makes baby's
Hearing and taste, makes daughter's
Skin and well... psychic is a boy's seems

Careful beginnings
Would a sharing land agree?
Peace was but beauty, curious and cunning
The dote of avarice, does it silent thee?

Long decision's to find fun
Fun, for a solitary reason
Fresh is an art, to these wonder
Mercy is a power, to these a season...

With the voice of a calmer world
Silent was the choice, a chance's cause
Caring for nothing, but greater courage
Than all of a wish made, by what was living with the odd's...

Breath of a promise
Such for sincerity or more
The chance to walk with a vice
Is reality to sulk at the advances of worth?

***, was a friend...
Done to delineates tea
The world in being ends
Only when sour blessings make free

Change your mind...
With a handful of hope, found in your norm...
Savior's mere, a calling of kinds...
Sanity to dance and dance, with beauty to form...

The very words, to life was dread, mere
Dear to a shadowy fear, of reasons
Succinct enough, for lead word's to hear
The music of persuasion, in loves season

Cares that only an angel could know:
Devil's with a taste, for humility
Should begin with patience, as a wind to blow
Baring the with, the other side of a simpler vanity?

Just, how cold?
Odd, the thought of passion
Should a sky have one to hold
Forever is now to fold, a prayer lasting...

Life in a walls shadow
Circumstance, with a youth's vow
Seek, and you shall find, all and know
A heart with happiness, only before how...

The sound of love...
Harried by a salt, a cursory share
Of decency, a proud covenant
With moments to quietly care...

Curious prayer's indeed
Means with a psyche, rounder eyes
Have the sense to see it, heed
A role in heaven, where one more life...

Is our's forever, fate in the first place
Sweet about, and a whole day to dream
Came as we went, from here to infinite praise
The truth of a world, taken to seem...

Paces we dote
Might marvel
Might vote
For out our tears to quell

Reasons of sincerity
In looking glass speed
Broken hearts are a virginity
Made to go, made to heed

Salt, we found twain
A heaven to keep
Round eyes of pain
But a stare, with moments to leap

To these, a step is...
Many and might we don't
The needs of other voices, as if
A herald of wisdom, is when wont...

Care, for but a day
Silence sifted, given poise
Account us, the throe of light to say
Where sated forces dwindle, there is a choice

Wasp addendum
More than out of and
Quote the finality, well to avoid...
A sting that churched a brassy man

Wasp substantial
Adding the heed, of couth and comparison
Does a reach for time, understand arousal?
Quiet time searching for youth, that knows the question...

Wasp divine
Kiss and kindred, the tools of solemn tone?
Enchastened with a host, too cursory to be orders vision
We hear the spoil of the wind, become a new loan

Wasp merciful
Craving a thought, to tell a tale kept
By the unity we foresaw, a heard bliss still...
Was a chance meeting with a yearning fate, bereft?

Wasp earthen
Where souls intertwine, the taste of home
Is a careful wish, foreseen in the earning?
Or should might, take the time to intend guidance as done?

Wasp witnesses
The tow of commonness, in the voice of salutations
Memory served, the break of justice in a winds shade
Here to fore, timidity is a challenge, for a truer intuition...

Himself, in a crying shame
Spoil me with a door, a fury too overt...
Excuse a jaded court, mellifluent by name?
A rosey future, a mission to earn the word...?

Worlds to weigh, a happier conscience
Ruses and voiced rage, particular to winds
Of times trying, the boot of legends
With the turn of somewhere simple into lent minds...

Fists in the air, a fight will remember remorse...
Sides of same and days rue, to collect a heaven
Is such a fickle repose, the dawn of a new force?
Worth one spare moment, to tell the difference as leavened

Throw after throw - to tell a characters tale
With the gaunt terror of risen voices and deeds
That calmly collected a house, that secluded with what will
A house of reaches of tomorrow, has the sense of entirety of needs...?

A piece of cake, a dread to eat it...
There in an uncertain stare, with a rolling hiccough
The total of vice to share, the challenge of a chosen wit
That has seen the truth, a course to new causes that knew the tough

For a new land, the barriers of meagerness's echo
To a chastity in round eyes, and the curiosity of a waiting hour
Let with the light of opportunity, in these steps we hold
A mind at bay, that knew one thing more than patience, a salt so sour...

Days without you...
Misery, is such an eavesdropper
Completing the day, with prayer due
Complaining announced, with hunger's care

Stoic interchanges
Odd to beauty, the committing change
Of love into a season of strangers
Where oh where, has my little lamb been?

Calling bird an open world...
Words of defense, the wisdom of tides
Turned by insignificance, a lip early
By courage's reclamation, for wishes divine

Cold thoughts about a seemly limit
Made by lovers and friends
Was succor to verify a new spirit?
Of legends, of vanity and amends...

Was home the only place for love?
Same to each, and known for a conscience
Adding reason's; made by the causes of us
Corner's of reality, with but a moment for your presence?

Wasted youth?
In role and dote, the done
Proud to accept your who'th...
Come and compare, a soul for fun

Tale of the option, many
And few make such famous shade
For friends and enemy's, asking any
Who would notice, a price for legends

Powers of particular, 'if not history'...
Where has a clash with purpose been, sincerity
Patience for a canny wish, the fate of epistolary
Notion in a heed we due, your way or may yet, of visionary...

Was this, that in lead of those?
Couldn't a heard difference, defer to a wiser anarchy?
Straight to you, seldom was a fate for the better moment?
We have made in a notorious heat, with when to tell, a sight's vanity?

National weal
A bright mind to weigh
The challenge of life, a love in ways we feel
Cause curious or remembered sate...

The throe of light
The emancipation of a flower
The mention of sincerity for a decency, might
The roles of compulsion, to understate a power

Your guess is good as mine...?
Themselves to add, and the claim of shall
The wishes of another cope, to and and time
The doting presence of kindred, fated with a kiss, so little?

Privilege, in its reasons and finding gifts
Here is a wish for something better than life has...
A worrisome drive for needs, when a heart lifts
The only soul to redoubt, has the silence of dread, for more than pass...

Life has a temper
Made from old convinced who'd
And marvel's of drama, that has our tenure
Save me from ought's ordeal, if I show a hand so good...

May, we redoubt your pace
The future in an uproar, to tell a different story...
Worded by frank ennui, and endorsed with sates
That complete a final nature, to what was God-given worry

Oft, the pout of summations gift, a realer seem sometimes concise
Sometimes a herald of ambiguity to come, with a driven feat
Sometimes the wind speaks our language, like a fool has wizened
And sometimes a shared power to extant, the moments until least...

Guarding hope from a militancy's exchange
Will an avid forth, the bright mind of decision and attention?
Begin here, with a rhyme and a reason, however strange
To know a callous form to friendship, or its best contention?

Look, says society's ghost...
Mere to here and lead to dread
We are all a method to mend, the risen kind of those
When a tomorrow has a melancholy, the only idea is patience said

But a sneaking suspicion, profound for a tell tale gage
Of worth before a limit in light, that did show a fear its works
The tried and the true, the inner most of completion, of times rage
With a final push for voice, to know us, the actual truth that lurks

Sat with a done liberty, the mores of common weal
Have come and gone to return again, with a right to thorough can
And cannot a whole sincerity ever choose from austerity a feeling
Of purpose, to wonder in open catch and imbue, is salvation and?

And heroes become many?
Live and let prosper...
A few in love, perhaps fewer than any
But capable at moments, of life to serve

Consider me a method in gave
Supposed chances, now subtle in hope
To these we find, a lucre to save
Persuaded by may, the first of them in forth...

Welling heed
To accept the tone of a voice
With the forces we know, live for our need
To these we condone, a new many with choice

Time in its long run, has seen our problems
Safety of a known care, to alleviate a keeping soul
With these powers, and purpose to understate a whim
The craving of joy, is itself, for those that know why marvels grow old

Sense made, season attested
Can our worth's and lasts of what opinion will, with
Be together in fame and fashion, as if a character blessed?
With but a stoney kiss, the dreams we fate for another, have is...

Same first to function worst
Etc. in portion, a love of misery
Room to sake, the tale of exaggeration to occur
The toil of laden adage, as if worth in history

Quiet?
And the kiss of a mystified angel...
Ought in the now, norm was a frank might
To tell a tale of liability and distance, to love we still...

Marvel's?
Ply and the door of significance
Still a friends wishes, the audacity of welcome
To a spite in tone and service, a voice of peace?

Prayer's?
The visit of gullibility to a time
Through and done though, a heart is a waking cares
That has accepted home, as a living truth, a demons crime?

Haven't?
In beauty and sense, the league of when a chastity has come
Of age, the taller the tree to a mimicry, a promise to relent
With the form of deed and bared stead, do we seem done?

Dance's?
Overtly the kind come, of a gentle majority
To where and many ought airs, of when a life romances
The tale of creed, is a care to give ours, or is patience an enmity?

Savior's?
With the west of the wind to prove, a hatful of discussed
Method and duty to a friendship in lore, we mind stares
Of a life long haste, to decide whether family is thus?

Misery?
And the blind moment of a kiss no one wanted...
But the passion of a silence that took you for a deem of liberty
Meant one step ahead of you, is a guarantee of cause yours to lead?

Pain?
As astute or cunning a means may be...
The legend of grooming a hate for the table of sense, though plain
The world of ye, is a concept in gray, that comes from love to anarchy?

Sweetly, the advance of age...
Moment to moment, the merit we entangle
In the name of good and fit, modesty to gage
The real emphasis of clamor, with which a pride does all?

Anywhere a friend is found...
Secrets of dark and light, the toil of cease we lead...
Bright in promises, a chaste of voice by sound...
Seldom as selection, the haste of courage to be fed...

Marvels, yet to be known
A whisper of fruitive gaiety, has found me
A lucre in salient guises, the tow of hosts to own
A chance of more, than a climb of wealth, a smile anarchy

Passing the dream of purpose rational, the tout
Of us, to demand of peace
To clique and survive the condition of rapport
Today is a shared force, of compulsion meant to each...

Strength named after swallowing a rainbow...
Ad infinitum, the talk of heroism and cares of poise
Shall become like me, the turn of a simplicity shown...
With the hands and steps of intellect, that understood a choice

Life is a door on itself...
Nature predicted, with the eyes of hindrance, the tale to tell
Is a conscience in the may, in the way of living for antiquity's wealth?
To denote a saving grace for liberty's grasp, is more than have, never fail...

See the advance of a voice, kept in varied senses
Know the callous and the imbued, with a doldrum, we due sake
With the blessing of powers that began, with a shadow set to ends
And let living order itself for time, ideas of worth compel a soul to fate?

Faintly, and with gaining generation
The promise of a hopeful home, the tooth of avarice
So prominent for a quiet eternity in love with loves intimation
Is now a judgment of living beyond the more, the prowess, we insist...

Patience's home
Sweet and merciful, the tows of resolve?
Account me the silence, the hint of some
Verily fascinated, the tools of cares know the world...

Livid, the tale between two legends
Found curiosity, saviors share of woes...
To remember the clash of waits, worth, and winds
The clue of frustration, if not forces to believe, hold...

Running avarice, the told whisper of when
A prayer has sat right in front of you...
Can a heart be ever so erudite, a sincere occur to then?
Just one more stone of merit, of a liberty to collect who...

Since we are here, the total of unity...?
For a quiet question, sought by instinct
And the callous might we admit; is a reason, a ready...
Quote of vanity and its verisimilitude, and with a wink...

The eyes of existence
Realizing the poise if not poignancy of few's
And looking long beyond the order of meaning's resilience
Can the past of love, be the future for kinder soon's?

Talent show
Whimsy is our art
Our taste in methods and sights of owe
Welcome us to your town, a hay day with time to smarten

Catch a rising star
The pout of energy realized, remaining in view
Is our call to excellency, a closely required more
To the stir of when passion, has the sense to live for who

Carry me to the stage
The show is about to start, a seeming melodrama
That when served, is the callous voice we saw rage:
The tartness of life today, is tomorrow ours for a better dilemma?

Which in wolves eyes, the taste of complexity is ours
For a knock, a door, a calling hour; to achieve a known
Place of redoubt, that has no ear for wishes, beyond powers
That claim the world for a note, of courage come too soon?

A heated conversation, now is a readied mouth
With courage to take the lead, in round paces of what went
With the moment we know, the coping stare of another, proud
And silent, until a shadow of doubt, has become meant...

Through the longing, the strength of a need so refined
Wealth of a thought, is our reward
To tell a tale of composure, that has seen the times
And given the cue of adroitness, has become a life to guard...

Audacity
So simple an argument, for a watching eave
Tell-tale heed, to groom itself in lights, worth nativity
And with austerity to care, the faces of destiny in love, never leave

Precocious, finding a love
In the bared morn, a hat to liberty
Seldom in league, fame is a corner of us
True, the notion to fend for essentiality

Count me in, a friend will notice
The taste in harmony and new pasts
To a climate of sense, serious enough
To limit one more stare to avarice...

To the common ground
Of a silent watch, for better call, to contrary
Sake, we deem the curious without a sound
Meant like a ghost of reality, the truth to carry...

A hint of a clue to worry for a besmirched eye
Known naked like a shrewd patience was...
See the coiling heat of me, when the silence has died
Will a lovers flower land on the needs, succinct does?

**** terror in the frown of ingenue
Spoken worlds of decision, to look for a paradises crowd
Hope and chastity, will the run fast or few?
Letting tongues remember their gifts, we see a legend proud...

Tales of the adding
Tales of supremacy come to a tout
Of what was, a hap in the skew of misery profound enough, linger
With me, when the careful ability of an energy, is in route

Past, present, future
Compared in a heavenly guise, of choice and meagerer sorts
Let like a flicker of light, in the behalf of a wish, so curious
Made by solemnity, to live the life of privilege, of the times we were