Bent
****** a suggestion, we all remember
Terror is such, a universal call to whence
To see if you are who you say you are...

Angel's
And the serious stare of particularity
Savage enough for a rue of anxious wealth?
In these siring doors and amorphous rarity...

Hell
So sweet to a reaching friendship, is once if to be?
A secret, but is our finished repose, the austerity we find fell?
And will a charity of courage's woe, have the sense to anarchy?

Heaven
Silence realizes the world for us, beauty to claim?
A new season of conscience, that is the gift of needs
Looking but the court of heroism, will a sound meet, fame?

Golden
Care for an outright safety of humbleness, like a mother
And the share of properness, is past with care as a token
Of consider this, the place of forces and the truth to bother?

Gaits
So sour, the notion to deliver the resources of courtesy
Except; to remind a home of deliberate couth, we are many
And the crowd of won, is on our way to becoming fears irony

Siblings
Pain in each, an echo of what was a remorse on the move?
Logic in a longing loan, if a nature for fear, has an interest welling
Beyond a supposed careless whisper, we hear is now a reason to love...

Hope with a practiced eye...?
Fall's and discipline in a universal tussle
With composure, to signify the kind
Told in certain language, are we a future in gains, to well...

To share in the know, a tale of unity
Spare to us, adroitly passing the recollected time
With the still churning fate and done, a reflection's key?
Was a heralded candor, the truth in candid trying?

A new covenant; a new hug...?
Depression is such a finality loosed, a race with bidden shares
Meant to urge the next of kin, the lengths I took to love
Are, a harrowing heed, that has come to these with our cares...

Mention in a row, of could, the name be yours and mine?
Showing the sorts of life and liberty, does a lot expect about a tear?
Waiting on the course, the view, of a righting mind?
Going through the motions to understand a whole reply, with the notion of fear?

Ten fingers to explain an unction of kind, yet the share of ordeals?
And else, the spare timidity to grasp a duress's idea...
Thrown the light of compliment, and the adage of politics, a future war?
With but a universally given past, that has a help for decency's freedom, begun?

Demonweed
Hell we are, out on the highway
Salt and sin, essential to miracles we avoid
Saving you from the sunshine, that has it to say...

Shadow shadow, another separate irony
For the tongue of us, a hallowed guard
Set to clarity in a scope, to defer to righteous agony
Of a battled hour, with sour punch, comes the sweet ward?

Speak of the devil, ready to have another sense
Of liberty in a careful world, and the tooth of commotion
Still ready for the mirror, to tell a tale that with suspense
Is a road **** waiting to happen, the truth in a bothered devotion?

To time with a tale, that has begun before we even care
Staring at the fallen, the gaiety of alien, shares
So identified by clashes with hindrance, an evil liar...
With no eyes for seclusion, seldom in spells of where?

Spare condition, and a meted cotton panel to adjust
The route to tomorrow with Satan's looking glass, a hassle
Come to life in our hopes and dreams, to know a curiosity of us
Was a bitter harvest of money and its eye sore, worth a contrite soul?

Demonweed
Happy little cry, about a patience beyond the wheel and out
Who is a contrary force to be reckoned with?, and who saw the deed...
Of composure seeing the coming, of a new half, of when audacity's pout

Today is no *****...
Sweat and ideology to fathom a worldly tow
Succinct to issues and perplex, the of the reach, rich
In autonomy's wish, for a coming seed of when time loves

A hardship with arduous names, that calm the silence
We find in few, the tarter error of cursing, than it will
A shrewd norm, a spry atone, to which it on the chin
Considers the guarantee of ideal loans to be, an awkward pill

Energy in abundance, and factors of common communion, need
The irony you seek is a lover, with the time
Judged to be the courtesy of deliberation and frontal she'd
The token we adjust to giving's light, to be a turn at trying

A place named for heathen gift's
More to see, one - two - three
Adding the hate we saw in your stride, an irony which lift's
Only when desperation has a clue, to accept the honor of eaves?

Proud, and doting on a courtesy in final advance
We seldom with occur and favor, a unique charity to keep a breed
Of unique silence, that has shown its mention and message to us
A wall of sense and disparate curiosity, in the name of thee...

Long and due a fork?
Overt in a handful of beauty
Charisma to tell a wishful whose to work
Mutual to our beset advances on youth?

Music in the name of causes, contrary...?
Marriage in a mundane eye, to enliven
A portrayal's party, caring but for a mention staring
The welcome tout of good graces is for out, a history trying

A road to heed, that remembers you, with a light
Taken to travail, to ensconce a sought justice included
With a sign, to realize the count of impression we might
A jovial response to an age old question, is spite alluded?

Will my closest friend begin with a spirit or a sword?
When a day has become a dream, that selects honor for a shadow?
Like a door with triumph's observe, is ambition a finality to yesterday's accord?
With the smile of values that we found for a spryness, is seldom a mindful bastion to imply hours, soul...

Here is that world you ordered, with the grace to kind
A place and pleasance to acquire the faring notion, of otherwise land
To adjust to a needy light, that has come and gone with reasons worth the liberty to find
In a careful house, that sleeps with an angel, waiting until death's hand...

So the answer is, us
Got tomorrow on a plate, on the road, in the rain, and in our underwear...
Time for you, is to do something besides a spoil of discussion?
Wholly, worldly affairs and the smile is to prove, to where?

Before you answer, and make a mint the only game in town
Was a shared first to secrecy and at last, a stone redeemed
The walls are tall, and legend mighty, for a little more known
Than a character's sate, we have at least, a hand to secure a wishful meaning...

Safety in a rounder eye...
Brazen cough's, to ally to resolve
Places and cares, been in a nefarious wry
Sweeter pasts to tickle your fancy, with passion to haunt

Worlds that claim a ride...
Spare and utmost, adjusting to a needy light
Neglect is such a waste, in the belly of snide
The real and the roll of austerity, a taste for right's

Sense in a reaching halt, the confines of justice
Welcome us, the counted and areared, a soul to reserve
A prodigy's shoulder, if not again the marvel of a wanted, vice
The here say, and the host of consciences that remember us, worthy

Salt you should...
Threshold and careful finger's, with the which of sincerity
Have the could for a speed, the wishes in the neighborhood...?
We've come to, a home with redoubt and hours to hope, another liberty?

The face in the voice, of facts we admit...
Reasons of virtue and valor, to collect the simple heed
A honor of forces we never knew, accept to accustom a lip
To the rhyme of reality we foresee, is a soul with it to prove, meant...

Yesterday, was my kindness
A sociable drink, a meaning to rises
And falls of when, wishes find themselves to bless
A handsome yoke, that begat forces before what despises...

A gracious thank you, a meant glance at what was
A stolen kiss, to deify the keeping and guarantee we avow
A stir of repose, that has the romance of decency, for one more thus
A salient and beaming hello, that selects vice over the common how

Is it me, or did I just try to **** you?
Places and passion at last, the towering of a giant
That has the cough of decision for a neglect, but has seen life due
With a role of seasons and care in a charismatic divorce, of silence

Waiting for your answer...
Seldom, was its foil, if not toying of apprehension
Taken to avarice, like a child with moments to become a unique person...
I see the common route to your favor, the tale of forces that made certainty...

Baring the cold, the angel of unity for a privilege and its means
Will a worldly stare at you, given us, to hand a gift of insight
If, the lucre of dispossession, in our forthright chemistry, is a glean
Of shouldering the simplicity of the reach of a new chaste, well within our right's?

A brass lantern, a soldier of tenacity that has bespoken years
Still the irony we sold to a God, that has a liberty of all in mind
With the voice of causes, condition foresworn, to be a soul that hears
A rational world known for reasons of a callous source, to what asks, "is a light surmising you to be a shadowed kindness?"

Nature and the coy
Aspire in duty's hands, with a clarity we go
Spare and told to remain, a sharing burden, is decency joy?
And will it's demeanor, let a shy instinct see the world?

Reconciliation, deliberation, and a care
To step out and about what we know
In the lips of concern, we were born to, does a right to stare
Come with decision's been, or is a language of advance, to owe?

Telling heed to remember the goal, of insight
We see your needs shadow, become the stare of our soul
Sweet enticement, to begin the mighty dance of right's
Well imbued to seek the bright mind of cope, we are here to fulfil...

A trophy of deliverance, an agony of consideration
Spared from the unwholesome fires of separation forth youth
And its guidance to seldom, the gift of prowess that has it's intimation
When the world smiles back, is a wonder in careful eyes, a memory for candid enough couth?

Tis' the season
Might, the doors of fruition
Back, and found forward, a reason
To tell the world in special eyes, our intuition?

Is the coy exaction your looking at...
Tomorrow, and favors of since, we are the light...
In a frightened eye, the whole harboring for keeping what
Is a mind to sake another more, with the chaste we might...?

Patience, in long bared discussion
To keep the letter of lack, of a certain treatise to give
If how and mention, see the rise of intrusion...
Of our simplicity to find, another direction lest we live?

Cold recognition for the beauty of in we win, and now host, out
With but a press of liberty, we tell the worth to each other...
For a call to suddenness, the fresh idea of us...? the news, the pout
Of a home with you to name, the very image of passion with it to openly bother?

Hospital favors
West with the order to which...
Handsome and gaining in strength
Will harmony be all right? just in the stitch...

Eternity in a night breeze
The pride of my sheets, the kindness we afford?
In rational days, the moment to seek...
Merit in a need's stride, *****'s without your word...?

Been the odd, the juice is on the however, though
Told to belet, a sickness with the cares of unity
Promised airs of candor, know a future without thou?
Kindred are all in a row, to see my name in all certainty...

Patience
And a curious have of problems in sanity's mirror
To act in a callous sorts of did, a misery I legend
With your imagination, the tows of simplicity in fear?

Purpose, and a bedding changed
Sweat and heaven be honors, for a taut finger
That rolled anger into a ball, and asked an angel strange
What is a new man, to you and me, when passion lingers?

Birth of a new day, a looking hour, with clocks to chime
Tender and focus under the heel of a family, letting grace
Begin a courage in vice, falsetto to overwhelm a voice in rhyme?
Long teeth in a deluded moon? when sour is your fate...

Bite...?
Tomorrow and the fleeting hour...
Too seldom for a knowing glance, if not a glares sight?
We serve the cope, in conscience common enough to sour?

Actual live and let live, until  the stir of reality
In our courage's to overwhelm the notion of dread
Taken to heart, and the seclusion of an around feeling, each
And been the unction we found for you, vain or given lead

Patience in a callous character, sent to proliferation
For the sunniest reply, of commit and meant done
The story of concern is an awakening spirit, to begin
A here and now, and maybe a role of sincerity, to come

Through the nigh of somber intuition
Sated to tell the commotion of eaves, we are kept and kind
To blessings of succor, that have come to these, to order as won
The acceptance of all, seen with eyes of comprehension, a care of yet, to mind...

Unique?
Understood with simplicity magnificent
To these, we consider the persuasion of history to eek
Out the shares of reaching joy, the lucre of love in heed, to relent...

Laugh of a wall...?
That has you for stoicness, might and many
Comparing heed, with an order for tall
Tales, the coming host of complacency, we find any?

Does a rhyme remember to consider a stir, enough?
Can its demeanor, begin a rue with sake and life?
Was the course of neediness, a rosey future to love?
Will we select ourselves, for a vice and or it's strife?

Leading the way, to admiration made...?
And making patronage a friend due
The tried eyes of hospitality, to question meant for said
Works of remembrance, confuse only the who...

Sojourn with a poet
That has put a care in charisma's arms...
Swift understanding, and the adversity of a longings loft
Will sour notice, or need's sophistication, become a heart that chose, warms?

Iota of better times...
Still the wayward order, to a clash with cleansing hope
With the irony of decency, we foretell as a sincere sighing
Has the voice of the unmistaken, curiosity's astute cope?

Whole of not, keeping time
Through the liberty's we stole, for a kiss
Saving every privilege, energy for such a crime
Without your order and call of when, the real tis'...

Sour advances, for a threshold of succor, sanity is in love...
With your few, the torrid and the sight of horrors
Made for the stark, nature of giving another covenant
Treasures and sulking ours, the taste of life, so foreign?

Patiently, the appeal of yesterday
Today, in our hands, to claim a nature good enough
For integrity, the joy you hide is a nefarious place
Made for guilty heads, and slick tales, becoming love...

Paradise in a throe of agony, to come again?
Lift the spirit of opus, to our seldom, the tears
Of courage and its whimsy, conscience to win
The time of its life, where home hears your insolent fears?

Prayer's? a coping and austere face from history
Candid enough to look before the leap, of communion
Into the sight of reality, where sophistication has its worry
Does a marveling heart, save you from destiny, with what I ruin?

Ought, in an ordinary way
Secure, in the knowledge
Succinct, to what may
Focusing suggestion to a malady, its rage

Long looks at a growing concern
The taste of popularity, has a sight
That quickens at the touch of works
Of cope and sorrow, sophisticated enough, to might?

May not do that...
The lingering offer of simplicity to chaste
Tones of voices we have disguised, as a hosts what
And whose, the albeit stone of ridicule, case by case

Chance grows in tree's
Change grows in the fertile winds
Charity grows in the hands of dreams
Challenge grows in the voice which minds

Choking on a tear?
Saved beyond realm and norm, feasible?
And looking upon a torrid example of what we fear
The drama of passion to shield us, from ought liable...

A token appreciation, the known in direct opposition
Time is a ready champion, with a light for wayward might
Kept until saved from a burden in lament, a question
Is the weapon we chose, not the guidance of torment to sight

Light we will know...
Today is tomorrow
And girl is boy, boy is girl, affirmation is more?
And the yesterday of when seclusion borrows...

Intimate, isn't it?
A sweeter pocket of use, than a call to earn...
The wisdom of vantage, and aiding honors, a whit
Of generosity in the few, never a same to learn...?

Infinite, isn't it?
Paces of passion and their reply
To sake found, found in the arms of gallantry, a gift
Of solitude, we defend is a cause of sincere silence?

Incarnate, isn't it?
Instinct in an oddly approved circle, the look
Of when a sanity is a guard, and worth to let
That knew one thing better, than a shall forsook...?

Insurmountable, isn't it?
Whether in vain accord, the knock of a door...
Is a shrewd commit, speaking of the harbored liberty?
Of a decency in around eyes, but learning the gesture we were...

Intangible, isn't it?
Implied charisma, the stone of vice owing an age, that has
The comparison of youth, with a redoubt to suppose, meant
A whistle in ordeal's rain, is a house that prophesied wishing was...

Instinct, isn't it?
Paradise of a sulking heed, if not heathen to wish this, a calm
Is a grace before heaven, to admit a reaching lip, is our needy since
With an angel, that knew the reasons begin a reality of all...

Paces, past a passion?
Stead and sunshine, toward
Freedom, we see your voice's lasting
In the strength of words, order and pardon?

Living, the tows of history
Sake one foot forward, and looking back
When the tale is for a kiss, that loves an epistolary
Known this way and that, just that, we lack

Shared poise, in a larger than life
Picture of dalliance, we adjust to needs light
The moment of secret's and the roguish smile of sight's?
Ask, is it wrong to fall in love with a sensibility's right?

Caring and staring, but for the absence of many fates
Sates irony on the move around the guarantee of shyness...
Simply the character of sincerity, living well in questions and statements?
Of choice and chastity, to learn the role of another history's bless...

Hands of repose, shook with a rule of strangers...
Per the dream of the all of silences more, the intuition of shares
We call a burden in callous wishes and wizened change
Begin a worlds inheritance, if worth is to be, our charisma?

Tall kisses
Ready to say, and give may
Real interest, is beauty in wishes
We showed for a laugh, and a day

Taller dreams
Work so avid, the calm
Of wisdom to inform us, the winds
Sake a risen care, the question's of all

Talk
And see the coming have
No notion without a repose in love to walk
And see the strength we gave

Talking to the wall
Energy's voiced, voted to compose
A sincerity for you, to seek our bastion, the gall
Of opposites in lot's, we understand are to owe

Taking the time, and nurturing a shadow of change
Will a friend or its lover, be a guardian of what is justice...
In the light, a shared intellect to venture for days
That began here, with a smile we kept, to wizen...

Care of a friend
In front of a bowl of soup
Alphabet, to be exact, and a spoon you should lend?
If fury or fruition, is to ever be a truth?

Silent opportunity
For a little pepper, the risks of homage
In a curious way, will sincerity become divinity?
When droll acceptance is a favor to come, with advantage?

Cause trying, and the call of unction to the fore
Are you coming on to me?
The stir of facts in the intuition offered
Has the distinct vanity to observe, formality

Peace in a round eye, the toil of acquired taste
Taken with us, and the turn of spare questions
Into facades of character and chaste
Will a rise of fortune, know when a season has blessing's?

A finished bowl of soup...
And the chance of bared liberty's, showing an answer
To the age old, and decidedly more than average couth
Paces of instinct, and spaces to think, a soup has been served...

Youth to warn
A crime's table in this heat, a strength to warm
Sat outside for a clarity to bespeak more
Than a clash with indoors, a suitable karma

Birds are the first to visit
Bitter choices and the rise of a neglecting fight?
To chances in league, the memory of vice and whit
Saving an alarm, of sensation in the know, we might?

A doling fox, surprised by the curiosity
Will ask in no certain terms
Is pace a suggestion or an imagined sin, in a sultry
Past we will know, the coming and going of norms

A crazier cat, waiting on the stir of the wind
Will advise a shadow of a chance, a life in the balance
Of conscience and or courtesy, is a lover to mend
The totals and heed, that make us know the light for substance

A wandering man, taken with the time
What is it for, the room to surmise youth is a craving?
Sent from here to eternity, the tows of courage learn to cry
At the slightest chance of a sit, what is society saving?

A child knows the answer, placing heed before a common distance
To sit in plays charge, a host of concern and bitter arms to remember
Truth in a language we explain, is live by instance
The foolery of consideration to take it all to pain, for better sinner's?

Snow was my first...
Places to tell the world to come, does
Through the ides of irony, eventually worst...?
The count of sincerity in a future, won with hoary love?

Tales told carefully before you...
Terror and a lip with time to tell
Loans of call and courage, to select our fate, due
Shown the sour ways we depart of pain, for a wish in hell...

The times in may's meaning, to keep another, kind...
Needy is my view, a stare of rendition
And honor, come to firsts as if to find
A heat of cope and sophistication, with simplicity's intuition?

Promise me anything but a shared light?
And see the curiosity of my worth, become my deed
Saving from the could, excuses in the faring, of senses mighty...
Will a world of beauty come to collect all, become any's lead?

Contrary to philosophy and the ailing we find
Time is an around need, with sensitivity's virtue
Giving me, a whole of space and despair, as long as heed serves?
The tone of my choice, and never the voice of hope, even and due...?

Tones of choice
Chance meeting with a lead
Sorts viable, to which we voice
Rhymes of dismay, and sharing dread?

Spare few, somewhere further up the road
Seeing the cold shall, today is a reach
Of promised culture, we accept to hold
The tongue of doldrum and fate, a worldly each

Token shrewdness, the act of harmony...
Staid and fancied with refrain's, of composure
Tenuous to expect, a relationship with an enemy
That stole our kisses, with a muse, clever...

Sunshine that didn't believe in heat
Hence an instinct, that regret's your might
Anecdote in favor, of redoubt to finish it's meet
With a resolve profound, that even will, a sight

A sock puppet...
A roguish season to smile, with candor...
A cherub in the eaves, to hush the trumpet...
A walking nightmare, with a real enough hunger, for...?

It ain't me...
It ain't need...
It ain't seen...
It ain't lead...

So called urge, to wrap a callous soul
Around a gun, fair time in a handful of rice?
Spare or set in one's ways, obvious to a loll
Taken to right's and unearthed memories, a soldier of spice

Will know this, the tact of heed for a greater picture
Silence is a waiting woman, men with a role of decency
True to their since and amen, we are to adjust to a surety
With a reason and a fact, that has the world for history

Intellect, for a finished lip
In the swoon and rhyme, we select for dance?
Realize a care of me, the youth I give, is it
Time to tell, the notion of courtesy, with blindness we stance

****, motivated to a call, the worth in a capable let
Of legend and myth, mixed until hell freezes over
Future anxious, further anxiety...
Has you on the fence, with a sense, of younger lover's?

Judge honesty, in the yard...
Welcoming the party of decision and vote, the tows of sweet
Water and youth; are we the skill of might, in the sight to pardon?
Saving you from the done, and by willing forces, a livid secret...

Fame is a vanity on the move
Spare and persuaded for a cue
Of powers and share, we ne'er avoid sanity
To look far and wide, a promise that has made due

Alacrity, to voice a uniqueness's opinion
Half and tendered start, to a rallying curiosity
Shall to fore, the image of integrity we mean
Lend adore or worth, to a sight of virtuosity...

Milling about, and rather to tell a tale
Of assurances vices, time thought a reason
With a courage of distance and heraldry, never fail
The cause of patience is for our meager and silent season

Resolute, and intoned with irony
Yet to be named a savior of decency, in quiet norms
The instinct of decision is us, a heart of cacophony
To be renamed bastion's judgment, for a sate that forms

A willful liberty, to atone a future of commit
A stirring hour, that is to be found with simple purity
A gestures fancy, turned to chaste, that has a new whit
A levity's scope, to tell a new story of your peace, and charity

Fame is a family of more
Same and safety to incline a reach, of better ideals
Real enough to claim a certain ask and beheld, implied or
Special and heiring a stone, we find was a sight to heal...

Friends and lovers
Sat for the question, we live to be
Asked this thought, over and over
Will a hopes seclusion give us time, to need?

Truth and fondness
Till a clover has its music, a wish
In the stars to remain, the courage to bless
A tale of summation, we found for a kiss...

Patience and handsomeness
Taken to reason, the irony of another here
And now the fun we season with a smile, coming for us
The turn of history into a waiting gift, too liberal to near?

Resolve and heroism
Today was the idea, the hour to ponder
Thoughts of conscience in a handful of kindness
Strong in the voice we let, limes and light we wonder...

Story's and worthiness
Simple ideals in love, with a new guidance
Of virtue in our esteem, the ironic guest
To know, in vice we sow, hearts of romance?

Steadfast
And arriving in bared eyes, to darken a room
Curious over the name of a voice that has
The time, with a risk to turn long looks, of doom...

Into a vanity of sorts
The walking upheaval or the heed of a share
We find too much more than a pace of distance, and mores
Of a clash with sincerity that has the look of simple care

Wall's, begins the voice
Have two names for it, et. al.
Heroine, we see your destiny, the total of choice
Made to order and select its own, as if flowers predict well

Dourly, the notion of implied faces, and their new nature
Of a waiting star, some were about, some were now
Some were a hero, to know seldom with a such, a curiosity
In the spare tastes and freedoms we make a romance, so how...

Turns of light into a sharing heart?
The sacred in a wondering heat, is a creation to view a need
With the solemn, to say with a new voice, shall and part
Let the day save its wealth in our hands, the person and the deed

Beauty so let, daring a legend
Have a soul for a second, something to do...
With a season to say when, a here after in tradition
Is our blessing come from the beginning, we knew...

Hint from a fire
Set in marvel's simplicity
To tell the tale of senses, we seek for ire
A total of essence with a risk, towards complacency

Shadows of contempt, the irony of final ends
Sharing and staring, caring for a friend
With lasts and youth, to swear to a legend
Aren't we the chosen, with guidance and silence...?

Stirs of ancient heat, the truth to be told
Today is a intuition vied for, a view of seldom
And chances lover, with a carnal tooth, are we to hold
A chastity in arms of duress, or is a liberty ours to come?

Taint a rhyme, but a reasons song?
Pain and peradventure, the truth was a fashionable lip
Sour and curious, tomorrow is for the irony we wronged
With a step in the right direction, with a notorious gift...

Here and now, the strength of vice
When sweet is a rage, saying the devil is in love
Have the conscience of victory's small, but elect to our sigh's?
When a hope has a creation to run, isn't their a clue to offer...

Adage known so well
Remember me, when you see a rainbow
Still to edge towards eternal this, a real enough bell
In heaven, to remind a fate of persuasions, how...

Home in the soon
Well worth reasons, to verify the coming and going
Of shared ideas, of silence we are born to rue
The causes we adore or war, a shall in the holding

Hope with a remorse, to tell the other side of the truth
Them and service to an ideal, conscience
Is a relationship with deed and heed, a powers youth
To wager in loving circles, the irony of us, is peace's silence

Speaking up
With the appropriate few, the sooner
We begin to build such a house, a corner of us
Is to be a clash with sorrow and its meaning, a world undue to heir?

The reality of a new limit, if not light
To gather the season of vice, and a voice to maintain
The quality of freedom we know will, for all's truer might
The composure of firsts, a legend to tell the more, we can

Lots of love
Set to a romantic first
Introduce the since, for a reality, enough
Of a kindness to distance ourselves from worsts

Introduce ancient minds
Worth one more note, than a callous seem
Today we announce our best, bless me for feeling
The moment with your words, a person's whim

Loan me the tools
To take the times, to a reason in strength
If not liberty, that has minded the fools
Of vice, versions of common poise, we hear by length

Take the time, to the seasons
Merely, most and mighty meant
Seasons that came and went with our reaches
For simplicity to be a quiet interval to guises we, lent

Find me when the party is over
Chances are, now in the throe of destiny tired
And ready to see the world in a new light, a new lover?
Perhaps a shadow of even more, a lip's imagination acquired

Salty tooth
With a problem for uniqueness
Tall orders for humanity, a salt we rueth
In vague ways, the courage it took, I guess...

And an age old, tribulation
Force and merit make the better eye
Take the time, to loosen an intuition
That has the voice of an angel, but the belly for sides

Strength's so sordid
Trust and hours until the chaste of vexation?
Inclined feet, to welcome a future marvel, in hidden
Eyes, the total of justice is a longing look for insular...

More, and the tout of a new friendship
Seen this side of hell, the looming heat
To question the nature of senses we fit
Into neat boxes, the truth to live once, with God to meet

Shown the door, taken with the first and the last
To tell a different story, then the embarrassment of crying
For a salty tooth, that has seen the imagined pass...
Of courtesy, curious enough to share a kind, a trying

Sense, a tiger
Low and spare, the forest
Has a new name, sharing aspire
Set if went, met if silent, get if lest

Powers of distance, the risk in appalling
Through and vice, today we hear darkness
Save a star that has need, a rage in all hands
The tow of treatise, to favor a kind, in seasons

None of the above? and a star when swallowed
Home is where the heart is? a darkness to avoid
See, the promise I chose? despair is never sense hallowed
Look for a friend in a biding? name me after home, and a choice

In kisses...
We see the total of a moment to claim
The good nature of portent's wishes
Made to come for a severity, in our hopes and dreams...?

In hisses...
Still alluded too, a might to mention the neglect
Of a question in a sour beauty, we seek as is
A stare of sincerity challenged, with the fruit, we reflect...

In misses...
This hour of season and control, is an alive avarice?
That has seldom in our lap, the tact of dour promises
Like a half of solemn stares, are we in the direction of a sigh's?

In cities...
Spare as comforting hap can be, friends of a future
See the hope you make for a sign, that ends in oblivions litany
See the rose comfort a child, in it's tree, with a fire so curious...

Introduce the spy...
Color and needs in a round eye, with cloth to spare
Have aged weal, with a soul for heathen to admire
The tow of your fame, a salty stare at a shined coin, with no character...

Haunt of a fire
Set to charisma
Silence excepts indigency, an ire
Somewhere, forte is a class above

Destined meanings
So around, for a very
Intoned stoic, a heart of gleaning's
Has voiced our feeling, to carry

On...
The price of compare
Sense in a taste, so long
Shown become, become share

Since we are...
Chosen to cope, lest of bother
More of a vanity, than war
We are the hope we utter

Life to a limit
With a callous guard, selection
Of a warmth and poise, ours to whit?
Can the eyes of did, have our soul, to the ends of an intuition?

Share a tone
Of voice, set to right's
Composed of a courage's home
Simplicity to move, among might's

Kisses that alienate works?
Let in the burden's we accept are, is
Time meant form, spirit, and certainty?
Sharing the tone of bliss...

Tall memory's, worth haste's moment
Complete in the eyes of life sulking
Hap, to admit the light relents
Here is a wish, wizened face's found integrity's halting

Presumption irony, the tale of a cause
Baring the stone of consideration, a walk
Of promises and unique longevity; a reason seen, a reason thought
Truth in its marvel, to select silence as a fate's fulfilment...

Tired eyes, with consciences to direct...
Given over to antiquity, gall and gaiety without...
A tranquility learned, a quiet to reflect...
God in his mercy, climbing to sense, to pout...

Born to peace?
An avid picture, living well to do
In the grasp of others and wise, adding a feats
Surprise, like the common exhalation of who...

Burdened with irony
Stirring the sight of contemplation
Sulking has me by the familiarity
Of a concern, in the name of popularity again

Bought wisdom, purposed energy
Sensitive voices to affirm the notion
My brief encounter with fame, is a human decency
In distance and harmony, for a liberty's portion

But, is the silence I break, a tradition?
Today is a behalf to understand, harrowing or courtesy
The ripeness of our tongue, to collect an intimation
Will a survivor of my promises, begin to worry?

Beguilement
And the tone of a required voice, to the table
With the past, present and forever known to relent
Is my notion to accept you, from fact or fable?

Baby
Long in could, modest if apprehension shows true
Saving guarantee, if graceful eyes, seem to bestow anarchy
Letting us and a friendship in heaven, come complete to you

Pies in a round eye
Shown to be, the coming rain
Reigning with ourselves, mirrors or lies
To take advantage of a meager silence, that came

My name...
Pride in a rolling haze
Suggesting the health of compliment, to shame
The world you seek, is a round eye in a daze

My calling...
To wishes that subtlety claimed is vanity
Doors of acquired tastes, and the bother of falling
Into sincere enough arms for a rush of sanity

My home...
Songs that care for one step more, thresholds
Of courage with a stiff upper lip, see the known
Like a friend has two fates, willful or guidance's jewel's

My number...
Tree's of fortitude and exaction, expecting one in return
Totaled hindrance and careful reasons, taken to fruit of the humbler
Advance of conscience on a rule of thumb, that is a prowess's quiet earn

My silence...
Is bought by it, et al
Judged like the marvel, we tell a story to, on the chin
Living day to day, in a head to share, what will...

Ice we keep
In deep pockets and sore eyes
Looking well, for a space to reap
The rise of joy, as a callous dole we were, sigh's

Let with sour, the role of cope
Saved in the airs and heed of cloistered kind
Will we find the since, a shadow and a light to hope?
Powers of entourage to carry forth, the mind

Sanity in view
Patience is a word to the wise, with no poise
To collect the irony, without an hour, that is anytime soon
Found in the lips of fury first, than a friend of our only choice

Ice is an enemy...
With a soul for the fights we understand
For a decency worst, and a judgment for what was coy
Like a lion that never began a race, without you to question...

We have found water, we have found what
Is a challenger with anger in our loft of arrogance
To discuss an answer, that has the mind of discipline so mutual
That the energy of uniqueness is the blessing of wisdom's amends

That have never, and been for a friend
Looking softly for a lam of difference and hours, until cold
Shoulders have the voice of complacency, to issue a new sign
Of sense in sides and avarice, which when sated, are us to behold

Lots of words no one can understand, without becoming one
**** or the obvious smart, the hindrance we avoid is us anew
That has become the house and home, of mediocrity we won
From the silent and chiding swallow, we never knew, without you

You
Anti to warm
Silver bells and pleasing skies
Just a sight to warn

Truth
Silent partners with love
Turn to the yearn of a friends couth
Disguised not, but let the shown discuss

Youth
A wall may waver, a light sprung
Set in the way, our hearts conceive, rueth
A soul of integrity knows well, the song

True
Fated flesh, since in lowly eyes
We are the rapture, a harmony to do
Your impossible, see the heaven's seem why?

Time without how?
Trying the blessing of alive and sound
Today is a greater man, to allow
Terror and a **** end, to a prayer found...?

Looking the other way...
Stirring home with a role in patience
Simple question's come to mind, to same
Long before I remember have, love was my fate?

Sense to honor, sense to aid
The times are a treasure sent to the known...
Welcoming the fancy, the antsy and the intellect to sate
I see with my little eyes, a reason in catch and comb...

Marvel with him...
And add true the dole we save for a conscience
That has a lift of spirit, to accept the toil of limits
To the decency we afford, and cause curious, see is our lessons

Merry with his...
Today is a younger vice, than candor can ostensibly afford...
Looking for obvious each, and the person of reality to is
The rationality of a care in the same, have my word?

Marry with he...
Life in the torrid, and profuse example?
To work in unison that completes, the energy
We found in love, to know the calm of staidness like a health

Mercy with us...
Is a looking man, to keep the best of problems for all and modesty?
Rises and falls, of considering the tout of uncertainty, to discuss
A reaching home, with a risk on its shoulder, and hip to guess...

Memory with silence...
Has a voice that begins here, to say the obvious
If not the share of possibility, that some ask sense and sins
If a ghost has cares and efforts in the since, we are lady love...?

Time is an issue we adore...
Time is a hour, to witness the world
Time is an act of goodness over sakes we war
Time is a legend worth repeating, as if sense could

When set to serve, an angel a home
Does a creation in have, heed the silence we more?
Mercy in the scope of real enough alike, to atone
Half of nothing to see in the past, is still all for...

Another half of commitment
To wish with its roles of charity's fire and vehemence
What has the condition of my hand, to present a same meant
Courage under the tongue, or courage over such chances?

Begun in the lore we state, is our only love
To know and to trust, the coming hour to ourselves?
Looking well and fine, the taste of strength to come
Will a shred of human decency, have a look at what delves?

Time is a guarantee
To continue with semblance, the tryer at the door
Seeing the imagination we purpose, and dote, is seen
To continue in the way of relationship's that to some, are worth or

Sorry to know you
Sorry to keep a word to the wise
Sorry to hold contempt, a mind to blow
Sorry to save a sweet reason, you despise

Sorry is one to never forget
Looking out, for a friend to save the world
Shame and stirring a just, need to let
Will we still be friends, if I tell you early?

Sincerity in motion, the sight of completion
To these we are the profound, a comely insight
That knew the stoic, the few, for a saner intimation
When safety is areared to cope, are we certain we might?

Sorry, I fell in love...
With the blessing of heed, a worth to come by again
With the seasons of conscience, and the rules of thumb
That did look and see, the moments we favor with them

Lent a thrown
Kiss...
Mighty mention in a form, to own
A herald of since, and again, this

So sweet, the verses of a bible
Lore among sincerity, a covenant of also
And meticulous keep, to explain liable
The rise and fall of life, to principle's of though...

Those and the caring in future's of spirit
We call upon and claim, is a world to reserve
A strength for the coming hour, to hope and whit's
Adding but the meant, for meaning a new ideal, worth...?

Society at large, a health to remind us
The mercy in a stare of a lifetime
Is still with us, the composure of courtesy to a discussion
That has the day like the all of us, where there is call, there is trying

Let one more time, and with a voice
The arbitrary and the meager, to save a creation
That has chosen paradise, as well enough alone, loyalty
To become the still thriving and bared decision, of our cares intuition...

What would a stranger say, if a callous heed became a forces unity?
Like the rainbow of yore, time is an issue to overwhelm the could
With a greater cause than the collapse of love, into notion's duty
See the senses play amid power's and prayers, and we are the first of many, to see the good...

Found in a poem?
Silken marvel to hear a passion
Let among sour, the tale of a questioning home
Livid and its almost friend, of rascals and wondering

Light in the tree's, so confirmed for a glades wish
Through and through, the idea of love
Halts, and savor's a granted moment we relish
And prove is just same, as a home to wander about a covenant

Singing our praises, a bird of hardy exception, will take note
Look and see the imagination we prophecy
Is a clarity in reach, of cloud, sunshine and a breeze to devote
Itself and privilege is, the guarantee of another day

When we are simply the might
Today has seen the better of a sore truth
Welcome us to a legend in the habit, we sigh is a further right
To acceptance, and cares, we still define as a callous youth

Play? and see a marvel become the irony of earning us
In solitude we know no better, than to take the our, for offering
A shrewdness in the lend, and scatter for beckoning another thus
To a decidedly odd, but merciful clamor that has a soul to seek

Worth? and see a miracle know the spare to divine astuteness
Share and be, dare and lead, a willful eye to gall's redeemed
Time in its eternal march to wisdom and order in heed, that has a bless
To share, and keep intrinsic, a shadow of a changing thought for what we were, another's whim

Markedly familiar
Silhouettes liking the kiss
Patterned firsts, and a season willing
To see the world is all and is

Timely notion
To tell a union is truth
Given the spare, and walk of devotion
The sight of special lip's, that I rue

Charisma, is a stone living when all of a treasure?
Patiently the common to sing, to see the kind
We are, a beauty in motion and sincerity's pleasure
Will we heed the conscience we make, for another to mind?

Kiss me kindly
Secret's in the arranging, dance?
Sworn to order, and meant with real speed?
The music is forth and due, a fond assurance...

Seldom do we enter, the doors of austere must...?
Without a hand to shake, and simple looks...?
Toward the day, into night we beam, is us
Recreating a handsome reason to entertain, what adage cooks...

Patiently, the craving for ought
See to essence, and the calm before the stern
Gall and anxiety are forces, we dole to lucre's lot
See me in the keep, worth worlds fate, a spirit to earn...

A handful of salt...
A smidgeon of future call and how about, suppose...
A legendary loyalty, to quicken the pace of sense, ulterior...
A moreover and done, with a requited first to repose...

Do you notice a persistent rumor?
Look, and seek the decision of friends to collect once, mere
Exacting real sincerity, as if more is ours...
The tale of distance to have and said, a fact so dear...

Dare of a lifetime, to win the promises you leave to senses
Sorts lend, a word of wishes we find, are a shadowy host
Sent to us for a liberty's clue, and question's of who is silences?
Who, an élan with reasons deep in pockets that curiously, come to life in decency, so...

Patiently yours
Welcome home, to a daring
Here and now, the irony to detour
A sweetened burden, that also is hearing

A heart of dismay
Share and see me, have a love
Letting simple is and ask, become a world to say
And cope with a curiosity of yours, us

Spare the sworn duty, and make a little kiss a dream
Timely to a different cause, we have the silence
Of a coping that has seen the better, become a team
Effluence is such a work to admonish, like again

A butterfly in the stomach
A butterfly with a song in heed, and minding the gift
You made, for appreciation's start, look where we look
Talk where we talk, and walk where we walk, is...

Ruin we will know, the run to future strength
And a happier deed, than a clash with possibility
That saw the unique have the dream, we took for lengths
Of another guarantee of when avidity finalizes a smile, we could see...

Peace is my friend...
Still worthier, with a careful intuition
Sit by mind and miles, a cause to lend
Us, a shrewd forgiveness, and a history all along

Presence of time, present's of kind
Sorry, acknowledgement
A praised behalf, is a looking passion to find
The curiosity we select for mustn't to relent

Tows we counter, with a paradise...
Powers that begin, powers that befit ends
In the imagination of hands we introduce as a scrupled life
With the common reach for sense, that has it to mend

A whole sincerity, of waiting eyes and sating enough...
Truth and charisma in lead ways
Reality to fend for ourselves, a land to clarify privilege such
With a room for courteous means, for pause mays

Letting the hap of suggestion
Convincing a shadow is no place for fear, except to mere
And dear, opposites of convened intimation
We save a friend with causes we need, and by distinction, to near

Suddenness in love
Taking the time to exist and belay a chance to me
Persons of interest in view, the hope in a call to us
The succinct tone of a voice, coming to clarify every gesture a peace keeps

Red raspberries
And a tea to soak up for the day
In a laugh, and tear let to carry
Am I the sense I make, when alienation may

Strange to know you
All of a gall, and sour chances that made you
A whole guest in the lore, we blame for due
Practice and needs to work, a magic known only as should

Stares at a blank wall for the best it has to offer
Sat still, to remember a calm
That collected under my nose, a resolute lover?
That stayed well into the night, a credence and a psalm

Faintly, a role of roses and guidance...
Found in the nature we claim, is a shrewd form
To salty except, thinking a worthier lend
Of what is a rhyme in time, with strength to borrow

Prayers of a little more, time, float by
Seeking the moment I became a man
And instinct to loosen a hair of consensus we rely
Is a shared table of comfort, that has the ideology we and

Together
And handsomeness in a fruit apart
From the blind, where I bother
A stirring passion, with another time, to start...

Honest inclination
Spoil and true, to a severe tow, of compromise
Is a wink of misfortune, a haps that cares but for intuition
When I have found you, in my cup to wizen?

Aspirin nobility
Futures we acknowledge
Taken forthwith urbane hands, a patience willing
Esoteric to thrive, in the sophistication we rage?

Dancing liberty's, an epitome
Thanking the noxious order
Ordeal with us, the spire of humanity...
Saving a creation with senses, sometimes foreign...?

Presence for a needy them, they in taste
Withheld we are, from a spare thought
To wish, to worth, to waste...
A climate for solemnity, where we see our lot?

Privileged if the hurry, we collected to, tell...?
A different story, than when strength's dictate need
Heathen voices, to welcome the right to a new hill
Of circumstance, that has what we are, what we seem...

A stir of vagueness, a stern hair of chance, replying
No man without it, the sincerity of common enough couth
True to when we are a kiss, detailed with a comely why?
Are we the next in line, to receive a new push for youth?

Penny found in a lover's grasp
No time to tell, the obvious call
Time with a windy smile, to offer, to ask
Will we see the end of it, roles in all...?

True to waiting for hours, the tale
Is nowhere found, a beckoning tooth?
To remember a whole kind of shall, we fail...
Or rule the distinct and austere, for another youth

Since we are so poor
And knowing the calm of serendipity first
So went, and wanting the half of form
Sheer excitement? or the terror we may, worst...

Providence in motion, and lending the turn of history
Into a wayward kiss, of justice and moments until free
Fairly, the common decision to expel the irony of worry
Saving but one, and the many shall come to this, penny...

Press for service
Animosity to venture forth, a liberation
Of calamity in vow, the unction to list
A rage in our dependency, to know another question

Scent of hindrance
Aspect none, and welcoming a day to day lore
Wishes we admit, are bared in light's of trances
Taken to gift's and around friends, to exact form

Teeth, in climbs and vertigo's of homage
Sense in a rue of sincerity, as if a worldly clash
Was the burden of a salute to every and any other, waiting
Upon a freedom to expound, the spirit we watch

Going back, for a seldom in due, views
Wasn't and history to fall in love...
Noting specific, altruism, the cares of whence and who
Have the curiosity we select, for droll enough...

Tears?
Where has a silent benefactor been?
Spoils of gentry, and oil's of mention, where a sigh has fears
Today is the coming of yearn, to a table we seem...

Poem of a richer nightingale
To tell a tradition to look where no man has a swallow
True to vanity if a reach has ever for a light to fail
Patience is a virtue, until you have none for misery that hopes

Hope on a carousel
Is my needy eye, the one to spy
Silly old me, a rue of conscience and wayward well
Coming for a sincerity in the voice of another, here and why

Spare, the sound of the music
Told to believe in, and around a might
Token adrenaline in our stay, the light intrinsic
Won't we ever become like angel's, when sorry see's the sight

Truer to the day, long come now...
The risks we adjourn, to a rhyming host
Patiently, the facts of us, in the hope allow
Have the sense to consider any hour of demand, depends upon our most

Sweet, the collapse into history, a shrewd contender?
Salt and home all in a row, to each was a savior's merry
Taking the time in the same, we are a whole amender
Of the silence we compare to a new angel, the shadow of kisses weary?

Sign's of the times, trying a new friend on for size
Savagery is such an expensive call, to courage and many in future strive
Simple lore to advance a decision, in a callous way wise
To know you, the sleepiness of cold shoulder's, that never were nigh