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

Gift's all in line
Harrowed but honored
Gift's tied with twine
Half of all known, for...

Speed in a lore to you
Sweet water and the marvel of salt
In a human ring, the truth we do
The truth we have, and know is a fault

If sin ever comes to dance
Powers in love, with a new man
A new plan, for what keeps even, to an instance
With pining lip's and living perhaps, is all can

What is contrary thought, when a savior goes by?
Long talks in front of the fire, with a bit of who'se
The right old and frank, justice in sully and lye?
Long talks indeed, with a marvel for you, youth

Abc's, the truth we saw, begin here
With a faerie and a staring hope, the concern
Of watches and witches, to understand we're
A love in passing hope to a better earn to learn

Older considering can uses reach
For a word to the wise, as if a redoubt is the blessing
Gift's with a moment to spare, come by each
The next sense of didn't, a worthy sincerity lest we mean...

Works of popularity
Finish in a careful way, sense
And a secret weigh, of purpose for a city
Judges and all of a stone, will such defend?

The limits we make, for curiosity and its wealth, somber
As a fresh eye in the rain to remember all and more
Through a passion for what we call so much, humbler
The taken chaste, the opus of a dance with minds that course...

Carrying the house, for a reaching flower
Sitting in a placid pool, to remember why
Acting the fool to a worshipping mirror, with no time for sour
Promising a shadow of war, the times are a guarantee in the embarrassed sky

Maxim, and the total of response
Their ordeal of language, and the pipe of summation
Is a question left on the lips of redoubt, the chin of a haunt
Continuing with a count, that is a clue to arguably, the tradition

Why do we laugh?
When all of a song and its tender singer, is looking away
The tired eyes of composure, and the tale of all in a day, cough's
Like the instinct of a future who, is to confirm the irony, we stay?

A premonition of couth, and the taste in a happier day...
Made from silence's dreamt, the thanks of another guardian
With peace in mind, saving any hour like a sharing fate
An included fist, and a noble wave, with safety in a bottle, forming...

Oil and dates
So sweet, to remember avid
The doll's and drum's, we fate
With a babbling kiss, in a hand hid

Preeminent, the couth of a night
Letting the hopeful seem, a better call
To envision a chance, pretty to might
And handsome to wishes that fate all

Promises to hurry by
Catching on character's same
When worth is to be, a clash of why
Can't a harmony seek a fated name

Fated to tell the story
Of a care set adrift
In the water's of conscience, condition and query
Forth a form of reason's, we take to eyes to lift

A thankful poise
A chancing here and now, with ever in mind
A challenge to us, the bother of choices
Adding honor, with a curiosity's kind

Likewise I'm sure
Being a sporadic and callous fate
Through the envy of the wind, to brace and save curiosity
The language of money has appeared, with a comely sate

Busy is the name of the game
Burden is the count of hand and some
Belief is a rendering hope, to season a wakeful fame
Being is a question left to autonomy, the ire's of whole and done

Seeing the condone, the fruit of poise...
Will a shrewd or subtlety of composure
Seek the charisma of another, the order of clash or choice?
The priority of dignity has become, the selection of purity...

Invite it in...
And save the seldom, with a rise of condition
Make the ilk of compromises, the ordeal of silence
And know their friendship in the step of stead, is fruition...

Notions to excel, nations to weal
The richness of opportunity, is a waiting conversation
Of comparison to endurance, that if a question to heal
Was a night of decency and resolution archaic enough, to lend or lead mellifluent sin?

Paces of moments, and the craving of a brand new day
Taken to exception in the now, the benign to tell a wiser tale
Of wishes and summations speed, seen in the cause of may
The integrity of psyche, that has spent the reach of prowess, with a need's dream to never fail?

Wholly, why?
Did you think Carry a tool?
Meant better, without spice, with wine
When a moment feel's better, is proof a fool...?

Maybe now, instead of later
A shrewd are, with tongue to save
A risking same, to a life to cater...
Has the succinct moment's until day's...

Time in a shrill noise
Bared climate, we stir in novelty
Living for, we'll, a stilled voice
With a nuance in a caught lip, cruelty?

Sung in verse, we know the taste
Inch by inch, a cold earthen stare
Merely the choice of vice to haste
A music we affirm may, begin a charity

Show me a richer man, mayhem
Under the light's of couth's language, so keen
Asking for necessity's waters, a poignant whim
With a pet bird to wait and watch, the craving for been...

Theory in a remark
Scented with the oils of the land
Sweeter harboring, and joy to defend an ark
Of whispers and integrity seen, as a doll to hands

Many eyes to confirm...
The tow of simplicity in a wishes run
To silence and back, the promise we earn
Kindred of a fancy and the cares of seasons that come

My dolly is a reason to dance
The done and the order of some, to rally a poise
On the cheek of also, and its smiles reliance
Will become a seem and a heroic demand, for my choices

Your dolly is a question to God
Necessity with a coping air, the told and the risks of virtue
Is the presence of the lime light we foretold, by limit or nod
In a creation of vice, so profound a lip, that it doesn't do?

Our dolly is an angel, with time on their hands
A quiet jest to tell the future, in a callous way, our conscience
Is in the hands of a climate to love, a requited land
That kept our liberty's help, like the thought of a day to come to an end?

Who won the race?
Long time no see and the count of hope at the winner's circle
A gift of unity to quench a personality's thirst, or the good idea of friends to last
Has a special time been, the church of need forth sense in heed, a friend even will?

Pretty on heel
Tomorrow we propose a gentler home...
In courage and corrected sincerity, we feel
The integrity of when, should be our simple atone

If not simplicity itself
Through the powers that ponder
And consideration of rights to its wealth
The bounce of your step will do, a place for wonder?

Saving the times, with aim's risk of appalling glares
Of eyes that knew too much, for two and little to be
Sound veracity, the might of demonstration in our cares
The powers to be were ourselves, a tender eye with all's anarchy

Proof to rue the day
A shown mere, if not misery in love
The cares of once upon doting, a shared whole, in the many
And a revered say, of life to wish away the hurt that does

Back to need, normality to venture forth
Is a where in the embarrassment of light, the only wish we can make?
Same of a rolling heed, to elaborate another special and defiant worth
Your childhood, is the golden chance of a liberty in few, we will even sake

Light seasoning
Required, when art ponies up to the table
Set indignity, sated reasoning
Sensitive order to time, and whether life is a fable

Pious autonomy, in the name of heavens many
Secrets and honors of patience, I can redeem
With the powers of your voice, simple though elect aims
Come and go with a truer taste for you, then what seem's

Shadows I will know, with a care for each of they and our senses
Willing the turn of chastity into a creation of vice before vision
That calms and cools the seldom, the selected nerve we due, conscience
And a height to abruptness, that gave its all to see the world in your wishing

Relationship of succinct ire's, made to know
The lore we fascinate with, logic and love to come
Persuading even a ruse of yet to be named truth, imagination holds
The common misogyny of the preeminence, we made to succumb

See the nobility of a question, become our future
Took to tamed integrity's, the might of particular privileges
Known in empathic circles, to welcome the very are of curiosity
Sat in a sanity's light, that came per voices of cause, to act amidst our reasons

Proud Papa
In the throng of decisions vex
Smile little one, and have the awkward
Way we see the seldom, make love we expect

Hopefully yours...
Three of commotion, made a reaching star
Terms of privilege, the shape of furthering love's adore
When a decency's same, smiles, to know why you are...

Two of a salt, that has bespoken the truth?
Simple light's to a sojourning need, coming to a point
Of when harrowed seasons appear for your couth
Look hard and make the right choice, so we see the joy, included

Remember me one night, when the austere have cooled and supposed ire's to be freer
Memory served the cold behalf, threat of heed of keeping sovereignty's flame...
With but a chaste live in the sense we make, a seer
With one voice to still, the coming house of a name?

Portion, excellence, and resolve
With pouting lips and the common trace of beauty, left to agitate?
And the order of love, in the spare way we find hindrance, a given
Moment of history in the mend of sensitivity, where a babe has fretted...

Proud Papa, with a faster bag and happy tune to play...
The conscience of irony, that set you to such a risen right
Has been the culture of night, into day with a reasoned say
Where a lived same of kisses and hugs more, there is a wishes might...

Penny knuckle
Penny Charlie, of the hills of romance
Penny with punch for each, a handsome will
Penny in check, to a realing cheek, with which we kiss

Popular homes
And the tooth of resolve
Terror is such a cheap chic, the thought for bitter words
When the music gets tight, and a hallowed wish, so cool...

Purpose beyond a shade in the corner of my fame
I wish for you, to hear the moment in a clash
Set to serve the bind, the curiosity, of a shame
To welcome the irony, of another friend of my pasts

Glares at the time, with a chin to finish the pale
Sour old crescendo, still amends in a willing house
Set to sovereign glue, like a sand is meant for its eponymous sail...
The towers of dalliance and the scope of our flout

Penny unison
Taking the time, to work the conversations into the neighbors
Living room where a saving where, is but another kiss today, would
A shrewd lip know so much, gifts of simplicity to a world for order...

Pies and egg nog
Sitting in the fridge
Shapes at the window, what is a frog?
In a blender when a zebra has seen our cursing's religion?

Christ to remember...
The talking and the stone sore, Micheal?
Still thrown to old, the irony of sense in love, verve?
Distant doors of minds, as if the curiosity of a father will...

Time in the name of curious friends...
Sat in the living room, the trophy of discussion?
Told to be, and serve the notion, we made amends?
And the soul of avarice, that is ready in the kitchen?

Brat
Soldiers of fortune and the coming hope...
Seldom to ask, is a world to compare that?
Worth war is a labor to the first, time we mention cope...

Songs on the radio, savagery in a privacy's bottle
Waiting for you, when bells and whistles, make eyes
Long tastes in avid season's and Daniel from the bible, silly
The choice of a babyishness, with a reaching day, that has guided:

Here's the church, and adages law revering a sown
Sentiment in a row, the clash of forces, jewelry?
Here's the people, with a remorse, to show a poem?
Aspiration, and the truth in a cold stare, to devilry...

Here's the heaven, hindrance and given time
So jealous a wish, drifting to moments of youth...
Here's the iconic phone, with every fear in a row, sent with spite
To a window with no name, except the one I gave, Ruth

Tooth to tooth
Set in ways we will never understand
Paces of pride, that collect a heat for who'th
Is to be king of the hill, when we encourage the land...

Pining oddity's, and a friend named ecstasy
The waiting rise of fortune is ours forever...
Even until, even unless all of a cause has an identity
We come home to, the aim and the look of a destiny's lover...

Born to cares and copes of seldom seen mortality?
Saving the hope of anger with a grasp of infidel's?
Taking the time to wish in open airs, I am that I civility?
Kisses of instinct in austere fashion, ready to live well?

And no name provided, a cold shared in the glamor of since
No cloth of recognition, that is the speck of dust that did us in
Enter the voice of composure, that has the calm of avarice to binge
And a summary address, of society that comes and goes with allure winning

Feel, well, used?
Join the club, and answer the riddle of a lifetime
When jealousy makes a home for you, is justice to be abused?
Look hard and pardon a callous need, with sincerity, the words you seek are a crime...

Instinct
Been the brief
Seldom in league, with a mar in the ink
Can I see you, when bests bring grief?

The written letter
And the pictures I will know
Saving lest for *******?
Is a reaching hope, all of a glow?

Done
And determined to see the final, light
Of exchange so minding a church of senses and fun
The waiting hour is a strange contender, for my might

Excuse me, or rise to the next hero
Houses of calamity and justice, saved true
The cold composure I have spoken so much of, owes
Me one more taste of peace, and the risks of youth...

Gone
And made with the hands of recognition
Will a world bespeak us, or is a waiting have, money
And the tale I told, to you, for the price of a friend...

This and that, lover
Infants and doling home, into a rational serve
Of vice if not verve in a clash, with what we know, overt
At a party, with no one to compliment, a rise of nerves...

Conscience sat, in a filial row, this
Of no remorse, sad to tell the awkward jibe
But the reasons we hide from each other, is my owe, tis
Total and careful worth, well to do and keeping my lie?

Salt on the tip of a tongue, and working for another's living
Is a recognized form to shall, a land save itself from all counts
And carriage of a rue, that gave its kiss already, and true to timing
We are the clock of destiny which I found, in the heart which pounds

Panic at the step, the risks of virtue in a limelight...
With whether to observe, or obstruct the obvious
They tell the tale in another's language, the secret to might
And majesty, that has a scent of obligation, to correct a grammar with us

A smack of justice and warranted mice, with the time to tell?
A jaundiced joke, that we seem and dole of a sincerity, voice
In the name of a shared eye, that has a corner in the realm we fell
And gathered a same, a just hand and the calling of since, the choice...

Is a babe with a bible in its lap...
And a memory for sin, that began with you...
So, sophisticated in the tongue of rumor and its charity, that...
Kissed by the and, you chose, with a rue of compelling history too soon...

Avidly, yours?
Snow and treacle, in a legends lore?
Kisses and flowers from early tours
Of virtue we welcome in, a little more

A little more than else, the foot of here
And say the ordeal which I describe
Is a lovers time, if not frankness of fear
When a passion has run so fast, to see the days horizon

Sour old forms, of distance and proof
Of an age old drama, we relent into and fix
Just to look for a younger price, to the salt so aloof
Sudden instinct, to tell you a tale about what nix

Thrown the care, the stir of vague happenstance
Will a shrewder couth, or order to heath
Begin with your word, your kiss, in the bough's of hindrance
I spy you, with liberty in a ruses circle, with anxiety to preach

Simplicity's ask, seemly and the pace of champion's
Whetted with peace's aroma, an appetite to silence a charm
Of a carnal wish to find its sleeve, a hair and a lamp...
In the night, when sour is a reaching flame, so just in its warmth

Panic's we will know
Disparity to voice a choosing eye
Spare or the gift of aspire, sides of owe
Haste at the said, the meant eaves of wry...

Tones of choice, in our advent, to climates
Of worthier none, the tale of courage come
Sing the weapons of the wind, or see its sates?
Compose your suggestion in the form of a bomb?

Pride is such an expensive friend, the ire's we can't
Ascertain to advance to a greatness, at the feet of dissonance...
Known and told to own, we are the coming ides of a plan
Sent from where, the arduous and the space of riddling ands...

And a stale offering, of steel and pleasance's presence
Made for the bold, the souls of capricious same
Never the more, without the collapse of another's sins
Into but a heavenly kiss, from the times we aid, we fatefully name

Notice the kindred of a shame, with a soul to eye a different need
Sent from the earthen sigh's we make so worthy, prodigy
Is a shred of decency meant to be in the grasp of opposites, and heed?
Letting a blue streak unearth the better, where the letter is for these

Still the meet, of violence and opportunity to ask
Will a billowy day of opus and shade, in the sky...
Prepare a sun with our fate, and is a rage the common enough fact
Of a burden in silences nature, that is the cloying season of redeeming specialness's, why?