Three-time loser?
Off repercussion's cuff
Silent light's, that make you clever
A holy night, that compared love

With names...
Forest's save since, like eyes
Mightily, the reach of sunlight, is no shame
Christian, do we suppose we are, our lives?

Back to the future
Where since, is a mounting curiosity
To look and see a wish, we made worldly
By saving a finished thought for the day, of God's city

Peace be on a good nature
Needs, welcome a freedom's fear, to the table
Heeds, bring on the forces of virtue
Least,  is a favorite past time, partaking of life's fable

Fate for a valued friend
So called seeds of wishes, wry and wisdom
The fairer fruit of sense cope, sense lent
To nothing but the beauty of love's poorer questions...

Places never said?
Welcome and a brighter man's egg
When the coming hiss, of tenacity is a choice lead
To a favor, a stirring time and the tongue of urges, neglected?

Places never meant?
With the lovers of yearning in a thirst of light
A prayer in hands of vice, the warring kiss sent
Is the marvel of up, down and around the slice of life?

Right is the scorn of a unity, to wager in a salt's length
The passion I terrorize you with, is every kindness I can think
Of a vow to nourish, the hap and perchance of our strength
The clashing heat of compromise, is in a motion so we can drink?

Left is a spurned gift, left to a wish raging in the same
Real was my thought, to toil in the myths and legends, privilege lends...?
Of a courtesy met once, and let in the voice of call's fame
Is a relationship with an entirety of another wish, come to ends?

Portion and forces of youth, with laden kisses of what was age
In the hours until cold hands have seen, pockets of worth
Known silent or worst to delve, a lip sulking for one more day
Away from the suicide, a heart seen, become a charity in seasons we never can occur with?

Halt, and see the excuse
Have of a well worn jacket
To accept the day, with these we lose
The notion of use, that came from baring heat's limits

Need in pockets, with a clamor for youth
Thread and exposition's lint
For the same side of a house of yearning, a look aloof
To the sedition of a smile, you have yet to land, or meant

Quiet weather we are having today
The tale of succor and brief exception, to still a friendlier
Season than what we are accustomed to, a habit to say
With elan, you can become the best of save, and a host trendier

Speed has your eye, the count of purpose and hello
The truth to be gleaned in a sweetened tooth, the brace
For acceptation, focused eyes on the moment od though
Will a pretty eye save thee, when lurid many, make space

Coming from now, the thought to seed nowhere with a key
Paces and distant could, the problems of promises that would
Is a blaze of silence or the dote of amenity, the fashion we seek
When presumed innocence has a fruitive plane to discuss with the world?

See the excuse, see the avarice in a rolling breeze
Wishes in hand made futures, the pout of panic to climb the known
And find the kindred of spare and special, become a churched heathen
Told to expect the will's of all, the price of poise is a mind blown with seem to own

As shrewd as a cult
As awaited as a bride
As marred as a light with another's fault
As carried as a reason amid snide

Long hair
Inch by inch, the pride of paradise?
Singing hope and chastity, the truth in a care
Will make a new song for thee, when salt becomes lies?

Dread, and the future of essential need
The weary eyes of complexity have seen
The doling, the due, and death of what we keep
For a taste of better, clarity than what austerity feeds

Eggs come of age, or so an entity once offered
Is a prophecy of compelling an adultery to sit
And prove the guidance of wishes in laughter
Was hunger of a coming family, to marvel at a justice's whit?

Where as, we are the temper of a friend of days
Come to filial deeds and decency of a muse
To wonder in brightened minds, the total of what says
Lived in the opportunity we save, is a spy with it to lose

Kindred in the lane
Making faces at the coming reign
Poise and deliver, the image of sanity
Has become the only salt to these, pacing vanity

Push, decency and irony
The gift of youth is ours, the waiting behalf of promises
In the could future we suggest, is a liberty
That seems to begin in the hands of couth, and shared sides

Mystery breeds intellectual soup
Salted, we have the curiosity of each to begin here
With pepper, the voice of callousness, has become a rue
With cheese, the tongue of virtue reveals a knowing tear

With a kiss, you just became the hero
Of values in the heed, of composure we never knew...
Accept the obvious, the talent of a bird is to voice a woe
See the world, see the cunning nature of what a hill grow...

Beauty in a cordial example of braces and vaunts of sincerity
Anarchy, in the scope of doneness, the duty to avarice
Has become a demeanor of guidance, to and from, certainty
The stale requiem of a sorry hind of solitude, that has a vice?

Antiseptic coils
That didn't and sides of wisdom, that came with a pride
Poignancy in a question to verily, the foot, future and further foil
Of a wish that selected itself, when chastity moves, a lip for snide...

So, never...
Though a lover
Remember me, overt
The comely sun, as if loves danger

Is a rolling conscience
Time to hold, envy
Is greater by the stone, of presence
Agree, and the lips of decency, will sweeten

Marvel, austere
Taken glimmers of time
With told compassion, still
But fear, is a relationship so trying...

Through and due
Two of vice, saved from glares
We rename hysteria, a climate of you
That when asked, why is love stares...

Answers, the moment we were
Is so around, about and adored
By the very thought of how life is yours
And mine, the soul of when shame is the world...

Needy eyes
Taken to the river of woes
Much more to do, than give the gift of sighs
Endearing behalf, and the risen moments we hold

Interim is such a lover
Made for spare times, to come forward
Thank you, and the silence of we, so overt
The compromise of gaiety, to become a herald of our sorts

Like pasts of wishes we never had
The tale of compassion comes to length, and a fold
Of repression in its done, and exercised hand, so sad
The turn of reason into might, that is worth the hour, in goals

Time meant for us, a lead of cares
With abundance to shape the future
And the common decency to call it a season fair
Will such a challenge be our reward, in the eyes of all purity...?

Oil in love
Sense, staidness, sojourn
Though the honor, in about of
The sake we envoy, is sight we further?

Oil in hate
Sour vice, to take a moments life
To principle vexed, a liberty's sate
Challenged of truth, to take to strife...

Oil in curiosity
Known for solemn age, irony
Is a wakeful wish, to tell lucidity
Caring well, if bells introduce prodigy

Oil in security
Worth one swallow, two hindrances
Causes that bare themselves, a latent fury
Worth to know advances, of what asks of problems...

Oil in shadows
Are we the clash of opposites, owed care?
Though callous was a prayer to fulfil those
The light of conscience, knows freedom to be fair

Oil in light
Simple causes, wishes, to become a might to liberty's fore
Savior's drama if not dilemma, of what is right
And wrong beyond the pale, of what was never, more

Patiently, you
Imagined in a fathomed decency
Welcome in the cope and stunning light, of reach aloof
To tell the story of an age, that has quiet for humanity

Role of a secret lover
Taken to stir and faring hope, the catch of day
On the here and now, the spoil of another utter
Rings and toward smile, a whetted appetite for any?

Cause curious
Today was a fate awakening from a fist
Named so politely, so wished for, a kiss furious
That wishes were made to be have, and neediest...

Call me a ceaseless romantic, the tools of avarice
Are a heady curiosity, come of age
With but the declaration of a filial friendship, might's
Adage, even when morals become the music to face...

Conscience
And the talk of dependency, which fights for every lip
Of loves circumstance, including the guise of outright presence
That has one more step for you to approve, the shadow of pity?

Best
Rued to a fault
Simple chaste, to work its magic, lest
We become a foul step forward, but with a salt

The days grow long
Toward a resolved rainbow
Is a heathen the most, the song?
When lovers find a gait to life and soul

Many nights have passed
Mercy in a frank discussion about reasons
We make for each other, when pride has us to last
The tale of purpose extant, the coming hope of love won

Terror in a clenched fist, some by guarantee's and some to live
With the conscience of slyness afoot, but with courage
Found, in the hold of significance of a heart to give
The truth in a God given, though liberal use of its day

Twain, the sight of complexity to assure the known
We are the call of simplicity in the reach of voice
***, strength, even sincerity to fate a mind blown
With cause and comment weighed for a best's choice

Couth
In the mouth of babes, until the yawn of finesse has atone
Were and still, the common tow, of reigns that complete the youth
Of a misery with no name but the one given a moment, at home

Callous find
Ur, keepers, the tows we insist are due?
Long in the sulk, of a prowess is daunting life...
With significance begun here in lore, love or of late, aloof?

Paper lion's
Almost ready to serve the mystique to you...?
Named upheaval, the carnal cloth, we say by spying
In a relatively finished thought, to clench the deal, of who...

Is a waiting curiosity, in wishes heat and fellow audacity?
The welcome eyes of compatriot's, in our silence, sigh's
They find for the composure of done and duty, the length of civility
But where is our decision to exist let, in the limelight with trying times?

On the flesh, one details a careless whisper?
On the breath, if forced ends to yield, the cold shoulder?
On our behalf, was a colossus of friends, an austerity in danger?
On our way to hell, is a stipend of cares and dares, the only deed older...?

Smell a babe, the culture of play and plain said, safety is a rage
Fighting for weariness, and the done verve we escape from
To seek the better all, allied to a survivor's eyes that failed to age
With since, sake and succinctly seen to live well, without ... them?

Where as I, have the time to establish a lip...
That claims the poise, if not despite yet in the mores we admit
Is a rarity to finish the summing and noting of an affirmation to whit:
A neglecting idea, come who and worldly in few, the harried of a wish that meant what to it...?

Motivation in a warring need, found under a pillow one day:
Indemnity wants a new lover, forth the pride of pain and order
Time with a realer kiss, is but the dote of need's kinder and spate...
With courage's distance to the suggestion it keeps, is a reality hair?

Am I so?
Am I deaf to your wanderings?
Am I done with a forth, a problem to hold?
Am I come with your smile, to finish an idiot's thundering's?

Am I your lover?
Is and ain't, to ask a silly question
The tooth in the belly of the world
Press and see, if I can't learn another song of misery and blessing

Soul, and the defiance of a sulking fist, tomorrow
Is a realer lover, the talk of use and peradventure, to run
And run to nothing more, than a callous shine I borrow
When the call and curse of truer fate, is a wall to our life, only begun

Life with a resounding heat, in the eyes of an open bother
The lift and the still harking count, of who is a reason to find
A relationship with sour, and dare we trifle with a succumbing other
Peace in the stark and risen nature of you, the poise of a prettier time

No patience
Know avarice
None relationship
Knowledge and spice

No existence, yourself
Know an ordeal like a rub
None with an insight for health
Knowledge and three men in a tub

Now, who is?
Known gifts of simplicity sake
Nothing but marvels, for a legend to pout, this
Knowing what we do, is a date with an angel, fate?

Fake lips at an ordinary meal, set sideways
Liberty's arduous shoulder, to wince at a cloud
Future yet's and tomorrow's lets, living for what stays
Loft to an argued curiosity, the truth is the only wish allowed

Until we think so...
Proper acts and super facts
We are the keepers of might, that knew right
With a pinch of Sulphur and an ink to understand pacts

So, do you think so...
Tears from behind the seeming home of cope, with a praise
And the love bite, of a calling need to let the breeze of sorts, blow
A pace of unity in a chaste shadow, that lets by gones begin to see an age with eyes to raise

Poems that ought
Poetry that thought thus spoke
Figures of imagination, a stoicism wrought
For the times are a sweet tune, that looked and provoked

Anarchy in the mind, to form the words
Still overtures of truth in a rhyme
To dazzle the contempt, the about of vanity heard
Gestures so certain, the tale of wishes line for line

Human decency
To garner one more flower of advents kind
Right and riddle, the measure we sit
And reflect, the upon of subtler times

To wonder, is a wish ever more than a gift to another, when meant?
Aspire for down and about benign, the cares of a liberal need
To set to paper, the count and the majesty of patience's relent
Welcoming a new eye, a new ear, to a table of justice's heed

Persistent, consistent, insistent
Kissing the times
Welcome through, and very you meant
With a charity of kinds, will sate become what tries?

Speed in a carried tune, the thought
To serve the nerve
The tout of another keepsake, in all energy
The pout we have, and done for a gift to learn...

Is an awakening world, today we sincerely
Give the drama of substitute, a friend for hell
The world to give a ****, time with a little more meaning
For suggestion in an alive breeze, do you favor it for a bell?

Pennies all in a row, with a meeting place
True to signs of difference, tall treasures of fun
Taken to the chance, the wealth of what a hero says
The patience of reach and reason, is it always well begun?

We thought so, we sought own
Working in the late fates of mercy in a glamorous need
Tarry with a half eaten soul, the other side of cope to loan
The days risen more, in a hand to hold until spirits heed

Salt, do you owe me love?
Since a single idea made us
Through and few, the toil of a new sense
For which and where, the scope of eyes we discuss

Space for a noisome charity, set to rights
With a callous fear, the thought of wonder
In the arms of insincerity, spare notion to share a might
With no face, but the one given a garrison of thunder

Shameful, the talking and the spate irony
Of a question still lingering, in the shadows of couth
Persons of strength, and the tooth of ours, impunity
Is a wealth to remember once, when the fate of truth...

So many heroes and spare ides to welcome home
When the fires of uncertainty, are nothing more than urges
Of lingering heed to a patience, that has you by name
And the very courage to show the more, to a mind, word for word

Salt, do I owe you love?
Special and ordered with the fury of mercy in a whole stare
Shown to be, the coming hope of seldom and its vast and burdened covenant
With a promise from an eternal lip, that knows what it is to care

Golden eyes
Sweat to build to a reasoned ******
With our hope, our hesitancy has no lie
Nor frustration, of a coping where fold and due, ask

Golden whys
Sincerity in motion, for one more kiss
The rhyme of couth, to which we named airs to sigh
The role of decency, is it moments like this?

Golden silence
Shapes of doting hard, and self righteous
The wake of a new shine in the seem, looking beyond a chin
We remember the toll of ennui, given an erudite stare, us

Golden tries
Of surreal seclusion come of age, for a thought and futures step
Let like the lip you love, a challenge of compare and strive
Ne'er known, without somehow in time, wizening at curiosity's let

Golden shines
Were we the spoken of ought, an energy to select ourselves
In the sense of justice we will know, is a creation of thus over mind
Me with a reach for simplicity, that made you a care I seek, in all wealth's...

Golden times
And the trust of beauty, in your hand for one hour more
Liberty is not a shut door, to a question alive in suggestions wind
Long before a turn of chastity has seen me, become a fate with no war

Pandering, a fantasy of six beyond nine
Showing the curt, a well-being bright
Stranger forms to a naive giving a kiss, to rhyme
That seldom in the hands of yet, is a soldier of might

Sweet favors and given gifts of liberty, savor with me
The count of sincerity, truth was a careful groom
Taken to exception with a remorse, seen in the wind
To begin a lovely sense of justice, a risen loom

Of powers pretty and patient
So called fresh, of decency to come and bless
The waking house of admit, a ray of sunshine
To a lover's kind, and harrowing is but ours to wish

A resolve for you, not the coping hush
We know can begin the tastes and hastes of everyday
But is courted love ever more, than a dream in a rush
To question the seem, the set and the curse of a stone we pray

Is a laughing health, to conceive of a needy eye
Heeded by any who would, the chasing shadows of myth
And buoyant to our heed, the wedding of sight, so sublime
That the tears of ingenue are one to meet, in seasons of bliss

Hatred in a childish face, impish with the pride of peculiarity
Singing this way and that, the tone of a curious voice
Personally, is more of a milk of human kindness, than a stir of liberty
That has grown with you, to know a simple chide, is a kiss with a meager choice...

Like to play the part?
Heed a rose for the conception let?
Save a sweet dance, with a reality to start?
For the challenge of comparing a lucid secret?

With contemporary ought, for a silent notice
Tones of curiosity become the fate of senses
Alluded to, in a seclusion's form, the sour promise
We begin to notice, is mine alone to select amends?

Such a careful song, with a muse of hypocrisy?
Presumed the borrowed eye of a steely stare
Will a caught mind, on the behalf of supposed ease...
Know the difference been, the reach of unions and fare?

Paces with a rolling for a tongue
Places with a bell to exchange hardy sights
Pleasance with a sordid shew, of what is a living wrong...?
When the skip of yet, is a right to seek adrenalines, light?

Glasses and the kind come?
Past the gums and attacking the shoot
With a driven comment, for a silly wish lost to the world, done
Until a grace has seen the truth, of a moment to look...

Books on the table:
A stereotypical photographic ensemble, with it to take
A briefer sit of a chemistry lesson, the irony of yearnings fable
A stoic repartee, of a woman's decision to find a marriage made

Time never gives gifts unless it gets won...
Here to stay, with muses in character and the ink staid...
So sweet, the eyes of contemplation, the exaction of come
Is a hero to look before time, that defends a home with laid...

Flowers...
And destiny's foible, to take the choice of couth, to another
Silence in a chance meeting, with a friends sulking, suggestive powers
And shrewd custom, to accuse in every hinds wish, a simpler lover...

But the music in the house, is made to be savored
Shown the court of decency, does redemption find true
The fear of composure and the sides of anarchy we blessed and favored
With another love, to tell a story that some caught, for anger and accrue

Long time with another book on youth
Fresh from the cornered problems of bedrooms and allies
Where has calling the dark a driven name, been (with bared ideas and scared couth)
Is my finished alarm, so fantastic, that I don't know when liberty dies?

Look long
Look hardy
Look before your among
Look for the shown party's

Stares that credit you
With a real smile, the taste
In complexity is such a shrewd...
Particular to cold shoulders and trying chaste

Was a hair of distant trouble, the our of dire
Questions and answers...
That tell the truth, we are here to set charity's fire
To a livid and fair portion of what a purpose has secured...?

A bloom in the needs we few, and favor for a strength
Of decision to collect its courage's into a heaven's row
Tired or beaming with future energy, a toil at length
Was a setting miracle, the tooth or the aloof, just to love?

Putting all our peace's back into the couth we find...
Saving one out, to share a simpler today, with emotion
Time to a rational here and now, looking hard and quiet
Is a sensitive past or the own of ask to kind, your tone of volition?

Long looks
Hardy lucre
Among your bared life
Patience shown the form of love

I heard, your fall
From grace is a closing door
Stark and sharing a meager thought, to show kind and all
Simple and sweet, even still, the irony I sought is courage

You invited me in
You showed me around
Space and a unity to tarry with the likes of when
The role of decency is a life on toward

Clashes with the instinct of gaiety
Salt and dismay, the future of guidance in heed
The sorts of thing one expects is a show of spontaneity
Has become a shared interim of choice, well took for lead

This house has a special garden
Now waiting on the aspire of another day
To chaste, the kindred of youth, and the age-old inspire to lend
Of a chancing couth, with a response for each might we may

A garden where patience's magic happens, and moments drift to lend
A beautiful care, a resolves air and the many eyes of when fair
Is a choice of call to the rise and fall, of what is a soul's amend?
Long in the soon, and be addled with you, the temptation of love has my stare

Politer than you
Asking the been and bitter
To wish in open argument, a claim of due
Is a recent pace of better need, than a call to utter

Utter a finish to the time of treasured sight
Of a friend first, still chaste, but knowing wine
With a response to integrity, and the future we might
A resolve for terror, that took and mused of harmony inclined

A scare of tin and thought diamonds
True to a tilling day, will see ourselves, jealous and weary
Of a new vanity in the mercy's we made, for a callous hinds
A stoic reply I meant, and defend to its driven mind, a sharing...

House with a duress in hand and with a careful eye to excuse
Came with a potency that is our finding hope, the hello of knots
That come and go, with a realm to its touch, if not hatred to lose
A hair of simplicity for a better last, the tone of a voice hidden to ought

Shrewd acts and dependent facts, in the lime
Sports of comment and dispose, in the name of worthier few
Forces of compromise with a shallower tongue, than a thought for time
The waters we see, are but a fearing nod to sensation with one more due

Allow me a promise, and I will commit distance to memory
Mind the heat of when, the stir of vice will become an arm of patience
**** the miracle or presence of more, and the guile I show for entice
Will become the temptation of another body, of what is our care, for ages

Terror, found with a passion in the rhyme of a sated means, while
The order of conscience and its heed, burns
With all and most, to serve the ideal of control and love, still the style
Of a friends voice, is the praise of essence, a world on the verge of what earns?

Lively consent, to a riddle in the fold
Friends with panic to dance, have a charity in mind
The told eyes of panacea, to show a wish is older
Than a gall in the stir, of realer shapes and kind

A dance of detriment, with a bone to pick
Silence in a shadowy right, is for the substance we add
To the hip, like a cherry in the tone of a guilty lick
We seldom the sore thought, for an east of what we made

A tear dance with us
A dead succor notice the life in a press
A thinking mete, to honor the silence, with a shrewd discuss
A finding of poorer since, in the hands of heed and lessons

Just a moment, the truth is a dragonish stink...
Passion to make love to patience, is worse than we hunger for...
Time in a thematic exchange, with ropes and isolations to link
Panic turns out to be, the coming night where one salt, is worth two in a heart with a taste for a bottle of courage...

Absinthe, seems to be better, at wishes than us
Stark invitation to a noteworthy party, riddling with vanity and poise
What is a really tight feeling staring at the stars during the times we discuss?
The answer varies with an appetite and its shadow, but friends seeing the better of you, is still a mind's choice...

Light enticed
Kind to kisses, but no place
For a welcome in yore, to know an eye spiced
With better days than you, and your praise

Wishes meant so much better
Then, a clue in the stare, of another
And another, to seed the coming few, a letter
Of condolence, to swear in words that flatter...

I am the only voice beyond reason
Taken soul, to anger and the future of simplicity
Sated with reasons share, the omnipotent keeping
Of a risen hindsight that has eaten the words of energy

Long times with no patience, for acknowledged irony
Saved from sullen cope, to quiver at the sight
Of mercy's sake, time with a response of youth, for impunity
Share your own, or own the more, I am but saved by light

Vanity's hero
And succinctly the thought, of moments well to come
Same to all, and else in the throes of another dread world
Can I come? can I due the treacle? can I save even love?

Long time, novelty
When the levee breaks, creation
Sour times to require more, incredulity
With a prettier tear for song, intuition

And the cradle will rock...
Spare to fore, with the common gift
Misery is my other name, for a silence to mock
In the scope of duty and rancor come to light, we lift

Children of dismay
Let long before sharing a truer stead
Is a careful reminder to be on time, with clean irony
The truth is a fragile friend, come in from the cold, as we said

Lead me to the old, the space to question a favored consideration
The tale of recourse and fewer try's, is but a many to hold
Love and kisses, tomorrows pity in a round eye of intimation
That has said, the walls of generosity, completes a band of gold

Prowess of a new song, one day
Themselves and I, redoubt the blindness of a sky
Like the hour of decision, that is to be a curious fate
With a shadow for a laugh, we will save the world from its own sigh's

Intellect in love
The night rains, too true not to be
A here and now, new and heard with us
Use and method's share, in a shadow to conceive

A star saying hello, to you
Wishes with old shoes, the toe of recourse
Ready to save, only the biding of who
Is to be a charisma sent, to resolve a question of force

Play, say we
The irony of purpose among lead, to tell a story
Of found eyes in their ulterior dreams
Pride and privilege, that has the count of worldly...

Sports of love and chances...
Spite in a tail spin, the curiosity of challenged vice
Sating the now, with a nature to breed the romances
With a callous form, that saw our truth, is a wish to wizen...

Long times with need, to remember a simple choice
Same sides of redoubt, and the inclement perception
Of a name so void of continuation, that willed a voice
To life with a couth and its accuser, love in its since

A long journey to nothing, more than life itself
Where rains of despondency have it to say, come with me
To a champions stare, and by the salt of a cough, of wealth
In the times of people with, a lip for reaches, of anarchy

Austere
The role of a diamond in the rough
Rolling from thumb to pinky, here
Is a waiting eye, that has seen misery laugh...

Peace be on you, or for as long as we know can
True to thrown light
The integrity of cares, we pace with and
Next and purpose, is a curious season by rights?

Long issues with a fist of service...
Memory served, as shrewd as chances are meant
From here to adage, the challenge of sigh's
Making asking's weal, to save and favor the side, lent

Possession of a charisma's, assume
Through the binding heed, of another limit...
Light and superiority to meet, fate beyond doom
The time is a proposal, in time with a marveling human spirit?

Could, in the calm of shadows...?
Sense in league, to know a reality set to eyes, avoided?
Comprising, if not the completion of semblances, to owe
And spill the quality of the universe, to another choice...

An expensive laugh...
A holy fight with speed's avarice, the totals of communion
Taken to spare and destined, wills of wishes that hath
A new eye for simple lessons, of what a guidance is sooning...

Query with a solace that has freed the future, with kindness
The total of response, a remorse we never knew without a friend...?
In the way of cope, in the stay of seldom, and the may of bless
Of a shadow of dismay that selects you over quite, the poise we know, silences

Kindred, in flames
Today was such a fair home
Shared heed, to a question alive in the wind
Will petty scares in a lingering box, atone...

See the season of similar ides
Good gravy, the toe of immersion to find
The lackluster a shall, too tall, in lives
Of virtue in a callous remark, the robust sorts of kindness...

Has a cheek with me, the common taste
In heaven, the tale of uniqueness for a song
Waiting with a friend, on heat and then haste
Poor old me, with the about of you, with gain among

Guarantee the pain, the suffice with a creation to scale
The roles of vanity in a noxious cloud, peculiar
The taste of excitement and dust, has so many friends at all
Of a new day, gone forever south to see to the world...

Penny's in a funny jar, with a smile for a top
Totals of collective more, the stone to throw a kiss
With a record set so high, the times to remember a bitterness, to stop
With the cold soldiering of class, reasoned with a stolen wish...

Considered in five
Gaiety's, with a promise at their center
Turmoil, in voice to cope, the tale of our jive
With a boat to seek a truer moment, meant there

Calling upon the horizon
To send its best
Letters of condolence, will favor a come
That has season for salt, salt for since, we are seclusion lest

Having quite a party, in the time of olden hue?
And revitalizing sunshine, the powers of unique
And by the mores we meant, a relative coup
Of salutations and sulk, of a hunger that is fate in each

Restoring the name of preponderance to trying
The tally of worth, is a lonely vice to question us
The tow of many and miracles of justice denying
A happier place than what we can afford, as a conscience's, thus?

Anecdote; poor and resolute, in an answer to give a gift
Come, prowess and adrenaline; being the barrier
Of simplicity in the dread of guarantee's to the known, rift
Of mercy we make for each other, that by the time, is a days lover

Unction in love
Well to do guarantee's, fewer in number
Than birds of paradise, a lasting covenant
That collect a tried and truer kiss, than a moment in hand, dumber

A bird named happiness
The opus of require, in the remaining voice of certainty
Shown the course and condition we expect to bless
The order of kind, that has us for a shown eye, with prowess comes lands amenity

Never a sore song
Without a revealing done, to the suppose of why
Rights of sensibility that adore you, for a season of curiosity all along
When might makes a speed right, the eyes of decency speak of courage's sight

Which see's you in a rosey finish to a stare...
Come, with real silence, that seeks to understand a dilemma
Of unity's distance, and partisan familiarity, a question of care
Taken to utmost with a privileged and, of since and beauty's humbler

Birds are such envious causes, when a rule of thumb makes shame
See the promises of composure for a new time, our simplicity
Is a couth on the move, readying hope to give sight's shadow a name
That deserves the star we made, reasoning truth, is yours implicitly...

At least we cherish
At least we know, divine
At least we escape done with a pariah
At least we paid attention to all and time

At most
The truth of a frugal liberty
Established with older reasons, if not duty to a host
Proof is in the hunch, you seek; a rue to integrity

At means
The tact of real enough shade, for a quietness today
Like a shared eye with spare certainty's seen
The courage to make time with a resolve of any

At method
With their common packages and paces of just
The fate of facts, to invent the words of God
With the will of peace's wish, are we that we are, must?

At must
In the hands of each and other, wise, the cares of poise
Precisely adding the order and credulity of us
In the idea of sincerity we make; isn't freedom a choice?

At need
Call of youth, entering the charisma of patience
Succinct tales we never ventured, without a heed
For a spoken chance, at what will be, a loan of age...

"Spiritus Amundii"
Savage as the stone
Of complacency is, a key
To a house you don't own...

Birds and quite the land
Is memory served...?
A rolling shape to what a hand
Knows like a rage, a reason; areared

Homes we visit, for fun
Major mistakes, token all's to know?
That run and run...
From wishes made, to asking the old...

For another
A final house, of comparison
And rises of decency, in open bother
That came to light, with a voices champion

Rued today, scented with tomorrow
The risks of yesterday, are us
To behold the world, to borrow
A head for sincerity, come to discuss...

Pouts and things
Scent in the summer breeze
Rules of conduct, the opposition
And the cares of decency, see my curiosity?

Walking to the sunset
Set to rights, that continue with patience
Otherwise might, the eclectic met...
In the heat of bother, sincerity's rages?

Kindly, no more friendships
Without, the keep of a mercy
Timely, and known for a life's twist
The truth in a coming discomfiture of worry

Has, a kneeling gift been so radical?
Through and done to who, the twain of embarrassment
Is a catch of baring the night, ever worldly and skeptical
The need of another, to understand a youth, I relent:

Burden in full light, to wait and receive the presence of mere
And true timidity, the response of unity in cares
Of lore and love, to worth the times into a question dear
That has a voice pure enough to be, the ideal of meandering stares...

Meant to kind come, the liberty in a wishing brace
To venture forth, with energy and elan, the things of moments
Given a some, of virtue with a kiss of repose, for praise
Seldom is the misery of a heart seen, unless another has been, kept

Utter the world's;
Spill or spoil; the hunt anew...
The words we know, for certainty
Come from a moment, of gaiety and who

Sates put away, and a promise of virtue
Offered, with the call of sincerity...
The tale of fates and heirs, is a fairing you
With pause in the skill's of beauty to others, virtuosity...?

Promises that came with a license, of fortitude
In the might we afford, for the rhyme and reason
The comparing heed, with an exaction, of eclectic jude...
With a charming smile, to append the nature of learning's season?

Which in the limelight...
Is a waiting friend, to venture forth with a subtle sight
Spectacle and what the heck is with a clever right?
To find the spare and done dour, of entourage sublime...

Been the scope, of duty to finalize a certain accord
Actual sake and desire make, the coming portion of sense
Inclined by the shown, avidity, now complete to days to word
Space for a clashing vote, which has a question left to moments, without decision in amends?

Uttering the words
Points and paces of better ideas, the tow of synergy
To seem, if not win the role of deliverance in a salt, satisfied to occur
In the touch of unity, which has seen all, the price of passion's prophecy

Burden in clashes, of simplicity
Suggest to an envy, the talk of youth
To awaken from a tight slumber, the roof of tenacity
With a city to share the bed, with roses and the emergent couth...

We're...
A hair in the eye, with a solemn trust to escape
Passion in a firey embrace, the gifts of unity assure
A looking hour, to see the better of mirrors, that we hate

Perhaps **** and its aftermath should
A whole comb of duty, to clarify the known run
Courage to develop a taste for each other, when milk has a liberty in could
Love in a total of vanity for fate, only worsened by ice and its come

Babel
Told to sit down, for anecdote and town
In the heed of a new care, character to finish it's tea, with manifests oil?
And the contrary news of the past, a future with our dances, to own...

Gifts of nothing
But, beauty to form an opinion
An avid repose, determined to see your response, wanting...
None is a bounty of all, if curiosity is a care, to lend?

Proud, if not resigned to indignity
A moment to require the world of a decency
Longevity, is a fruitful price, of these we share impunity
With an evenings bird, with peace in mind, for heed...

Of a tow that knew the land like autonomy...
Waged war with the first of tongue and guarantee, like light...
Being the sound mind and duty, in a collective dream...
Strangely ours is a vehicle of destruction, that is our might...

An evenings bird with no eye for beauty?
Has a craving for beginnings and end to least's, lest we become...
A shrewder time, are we to find the curiosity of moods, easy?
Feed me the common chat, with a child of purity to save, them...

Would you...?
Sincerity to venture forth, the colossus of vantage at lost
Mercy's, in the couth we detail, is a world you grew
For me, the irony of ideology in love, with a very careful host

What if...
A little time to report to charisma, is the candor of woes you seek?
Perhaps that child, is a word in the mire; of cause, condition and cease
Knowing what I do, wouldn't the chances sing a new tune, imbued let?

Death, and the fascination of oil under the nose
Where the least effort one can make is to smell, and swallow
Never, in league with a rolling today, that has a lucre to boast...
My name, so proud to savage a quaint tow, that has an hour that certain; I am in love...

Like a world
With a stomach for the news
Of courtesy in a bottle, the task of early
Courage to foretell, the waters we imbued

Messages and decisions to find the better
Of couth in the tender wishes of presence
And mind, the total of uniqueness, to the letter
Of order before a rallying sunshine and moon hence

See the work of a handsome moment
Keep the need of a future you, with all for a lip?
Reasoning the heed, of our seasons, heart and entity
Is the sea of commitment, a feeling for guidance with it?

Clarity and sharing the next
Will a shadow of composure give the gift of meant and dear
Simplicity, that has the seldom to deliver a kiss we expect
Tows and magic flowers, if not the hope of sincerity we share

When a bottle has found its shore...
Can a reason in causes insight, begin here with love?
Or is a chance of so, and the future of what we're for
Have the dream, with today's step forward, time discussed?

Spill of aspire, into the night
Limits of causes here, to find you
In the strengths, with the irony of might
To question but a callous forte, is heroism due?

Throats of common joy, partaking in heed
The waters of indispose, never to be the imposition of ache
But the language of sides, long before **** is our need
The tale of recompense and its humanity, to live and sake

A new tooth of astute finds and nimble forms to advances
In the nigh's dark, now bright as a hosts smile
Completing the circle of decision, if not deliberate instances
Hello dignity, the towering hope of our silence, has now no denial...

But the question you put before it...
Is a friend happy to begin with us, or in the way of an oncoming just?
Letting the ***** take the floor, the coping and the sincerity involved
Is happy to show, a shame we aren't ever more than, the shoulders of must...

Done to total, alacrity
Saccharine smiles to avoid, you
Family assurances to develop a photo, integrity
Complacent, sudden and risque, food...

Simple harmony to inform, the next of kin...
Wishes to welcome us to the door
Risen with a fright, the trait of composure lent
In the name of participation, that has a world

Of worry...
Sincerity is a questioning house, with the times
Anecdote and its kisses, are a still worthing certainty
With prides patience, we know your crimes...

Long tomorrows with a colossal bill...
Your liberty in the run of consciences, still able
Avarice in the known, were we the season to little
Farts, that came with meat to the table

Fire...
And the rainbow of your ears
And your earthen reply, to heavenly diarrhea
Is it us, or your probably should that funky beer?

Iota of nothing to you
Secrets worth the climate of sense
Wished for through, though thought is due
Welcome a shared tread of defer, and its anticipation for kin's?

Homicide
Still the threshold of spare tongues
And the inkling of youth, why sports of snide?
When we claim a world for better men, running...

For a country in love
The cares we fashion into an intimate circle
And the clamor of poise, is poison to the system, a covenant
That said you, were, the common days until we purposefully...

Have a traitor in our midst's
Succinct truths, tools of austerity with a creation of voice
Scream, and we will make you a champions, impossible is
With a trust in couth, that comes to wishes we need, souls...

Of could and shoulders of contingency, with a complete eye
Now and then, you little salt, the kick of light
Into the smile of sadism, with only a hope to eat, and a lie...
In these boding hours, the entertainment of another's rights?

Here is your question
Answered in a fog of wantonness
Looking the part and the toll of evidential sense, blessing
Only the night, with the eyes of a guidance, that has souled another's blindness with is...

Translucent tides
Running with simple wishes
Passion to invest, common ides
Greater by instance and declination's fishes?

Low key, the sunshine we approve
Wane and mightier twain, come to shore
With an order to a final sense of lore, accruing
A majesty, with the good nature of mine and yours...

Entertaining the could, with a sincere stare
Is a curious many, the part of reasons?
Or are we a shared commit, to language of redoubt, fair
Or justice, complimenting heed; opuses seasons...

Might, dependency with a choice in our may...
A pace of sense and soberer intent, becoming the fate of value
In instinct's chance, or questions we assume are gay
The desire of a moment, to collect reality in a sake, all

And give it a heathen kiss...
With a repose not unlike time, is a relationship to character
The couth of anecdotes such, the causes of baring that is
Of a smile, that remembers the strength of worth, to learn...

Happier monday's
So set to tooth
On edge, to what affirmed cope, says
Is a looking day, made for sight to rue

Back, with vintage done
Separate cares, ancient to legend
Here is a wakeful sun
Ready to dote, I am that I am

Ends of discord, given the time
With wishes we take to issues
A particular few, in further beginnings, benign
Complacency to sit and finish, the laugh of us, you's

Curiosity in a clash, without
The names and numbers of contrary conscience
To take a few, to the realm of doubt
Known for clever heed, of a hope to wizening amends

Secrets and final due
Of a working life, to tell a unique tale
Of cause, condition and clue
Of a home between hands of unity; to tell...

Instinct in a row
To secure itself, a useful how
Names and edify, the tooth we save, now
With the baring of a sound idea, to allow

A drink of water...
A malleable smile, with the times to know...
A handshake with security for out, the fate we heir...
A climbing suspicion, to tell the tale, the world we owed...

A name with the sense to live
And let live, the grace be a common done
And duty observed, the opus to give
Where hope is a share in the unity we have begun

By the way, and with merit's song to approve
Time is a shrewd show of when the turn of contrary ide
Is a whole defense of what a candor can be, a host to lose...
Is a jaded heed the only friend, we have, the order and presence of snide?

Sour guarantee's, the soul of misery
Avid to ones self, the truth in an about crisis, with which we adore
The still thriving anecdote, of charity in a clashes poise, even history...
Is a fool for the shame of itself, when patience has seen the war...

Doors done...
Locks secure...
Ask about itself, hung...
When the sound of the wind is pure...

Blue blazes
What time do we have to knock?
A mortal coil understands it's cravings
With tales to kiss, is shame to mock?

Purpose known
When one step in the dark
Is like integrity creative, come to own
The stir of rebellion, in the sakes we hark

Long times without couth
Adding a challenger's stare
Yearning in misery's toward way, youth
Is a savior's glare...

Given the time, the wind disagrees
Poise and hiatus, slender and meant
When precisely a word, between you and me
Isn't a door on justice, a work to lament?

No nature, good guesses
In the nicety's we made, for a friends stare
Shown the ****, the intimacy of lessons
We decided is a grievance best left hope's fair

Token jaws may drop at so much...
The thought of mortality's irony
With a realm to its need's touch
We can become a savior, not heeds of infamy

Spate intentions, for a cordial fool...
But in the end, a house of mind over material worth
Is a liberty best left, reality's cause, not the ghost of a person's tool
True to our best places and promises that came, is a patience so certain?

Music in the air, one day. a having revelry
Wait on the many, and see the coming hour
Take to the world, an excitement above civility
Where one heir to garner the truth, is never a claim of passion, if so sour

Truth's anniversary
With a friend
Saving almost from mimicry
Of a boat's sail, taken for utmost's lend

Do I look deep into eye's?
Pies and decision's made kisses
Sour old me, with reasons to lie
And cheat one out of their wishes

Stone cold assurance
Of a liberty to seem, well, anarchy
The other side of the coin, to dance
And play the fool, of hasty reality's

Shown a step...
And a handsome whole to move
Wild guarantee's become a grace set
For a beautiful day, of mercy for love

Simple day's indeed...
Bout, shout, and now
The strength of courage, heed
Is a baring I know, as if you intending marvel's show...

Persuasion in differing tones...
Of voice, when no one is ever more than fun
Sinking feelings and inheritance of a question, moans
Will a silences signature, become the order of some?

Fun, and the stir of liberty in the shade
Wasn't a call to heed, adding the mystique of need
The courting of baring another such, for fate
To a challenging hour, the candor of when a sight leads...

Leads you to wishes, of a world without shame
Today and finality, a character in jest and tow, the purity
Of capability if a dancing lore, that loves to find a name
In its hands for another, dance that is, not the hell of disparity

Seriously, the charity of composure, if not cope
True to its own, and the allegiance of might over heart's matter
Today is a walk in the park, with a christened hope
To look and see, the idea of purpose and challenge, to add here...

By the way, where has chastity been?
Seething pain of misery in haps direction, the irony of folk
And their craving for a mutual understanding of deem
That has asked you in no uncertain terms, is a reason to smile, a blessing in the yolk?

Hands in a romantic pocket
Fresh eyes that claim a number
Penny's and dirt, the thanks of selfish lockets
Taken from an embarrassed, quiet, to become humbler...

Fright of a lifetime
The roses and the smile in an alabaster cake
To reach for a nimble childhood, a curiosity trying
Of cares in callous circles, the problems we make...

Sovereign, the taste in a marveling cloak...
To rhyme and play in the rain, see me suggest a today
And a character of honor in its throe, too many pokes...?
To be a waiting house without a key, the intellect we may...

A home with a reckoning list, the thread of disdain
To tell a story in familiar language, the risen kinds?
And hopes all in a row, that collect the world for any
Who would serve the might, the tight way we require minds?

Tomorrow in an angry stare
Wealth and bastion, taken for another fool, to ends resolute
The best of wests and the couth, of a question left to arguably a care
Meant with so many more yesterdays, are we the left side of known good?

Set in a frequent circle
Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme
Welcomed yet, to a readied table
The truth of summation and kind

Lore accepts a foremost seat
Through the mix of light and paces
We see friends become the irony to meet
A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises

Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides
Until the cold shine of history has it to prove
Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied
Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due

Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board
Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire
Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword
Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher

Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings
Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further
Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting
Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there

Color, callous or obligated
Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity
Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated
The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy