Ancient in need, thee'd
Living life in the loft of liberty
Sense to swirl and eddy, at my hand's heed
Account me the stone, and I will succeed integrity?

Wishing the turn of youth, never was...?
Poison in the times, to reveal a hedonistic goal...
Where the being is sweet, the ingenue of dust
Is a meter of recognition, that begins to encourage old?

Running for a lies burden, the causes of freedom
The toil I spy, is a waiting home with no doors
Or windows to speak of, the truth in kind come
And the spare way we save each other from the now, of worlds worry

Subtle the energy's here, a tooth rolling in the head...?
Securing the rigid, the disgusting, the remorse of nuance?
Ready to tell a tale of presence and pressure, with a flower to lead?
Here to say, in the candor of living's behalf, so much is left to us and chance...

Pondering a half bespoken smile...
Sovereign times with an hour to its need, have come and gone
With but the beauty to hold a hand, the reach of weary denial?
Is a chance we have to take, when misery comes to these, so long...

Pining for another soulless kiss...?
A christ to tarry, and know the eschewed gift's
Of blindness sour and triumphant, the turn of day into night and its wish is...
For a new friend; where is sincerity when I see to the might taken, and think, a day lifts...

Speed and a family of thought, worth you
Speed and a calling to heed, the heroism of privilege
Speed and a choice of worth, in the decency of a hand that owes couth
Speed and a rolling truth made from all the best, blessed and what has been...

Loft to a healing ray
Of sunshine, where the pace is to reason
Through the hour, and hope in a delicate same
Worth once forward, and thunder in a look for season

Temples that run
As shrewd as a habit in the couth, to question a friend
Hiss, **** and vinegar, the call of can't for cunning
Olden times and the frank display of a power, come in the end

Temples that fight
With a rolling heat, so secure in its justice
The tale of future homage, the trick in your nostril's, tight
By right's of callous treacle, the irony of succor to rise

Temples that thieve
So sweet a spice of torment and the torture of guidance
Away from the purile, to make an obvious statement of grief
Waiting on the disease, we trod into a haven't, that takes lands

Temples that die
With the been and better lip, of causes we favored in the amend
Of rigors and steely eyes, the climate of when a world has a laugh, all of a right
Have the sign of decision in a youth's care, where we are a heart to lend?

Light's that healed the privilege of silence
Light's that coped with a curious shadow, when might saved ire
Light's that seemed the better of changes of means, into art though appends
Light's that warred in your name, for a sickened stare at unwholesomeness's fires

Light's that spanked your baby with love
Sound bared and a barrier, to know the coming tried and true
Promise of senses alive, with the courtesy of impressions and covenants
And an olive given a real try, at what was homes need for a freer you

Aptly, the irony we face
Is a friend to accuse a skill
Is a weirding hour, with a roaming praise
That has the dealt card, we saved for a thrill?

Spectacle, and the spy of done don't it...
Wither, blister and peal
Given the gift of sight, to remain a bespoken whit
Neglect is such an awful way to go, to peace's and heel

Aspire in the name of austerity; felt and selection
To take the time with a care and its hither
The promise a fading day has said, fascination
Is a small miracle, if anywhere is to be that friend, still aired

Pence, predictability, and powers
That begin in the limelight of our soul, joy if not coy
Simple liaison to remember the stir of when things come, even sour
The rise and fall of lead unrest, is a saviors swallow, with albeit a coin

Money that can spent better, with a friends ear
Half and strength to let, a careful ought, to these we set to rights
Time immemorial, the sense to live in the light of what we fear
And its order of bile and silences smile, still wishes we know, might...

No one, in an unusual harmony
With time to remember the future
As shrewd as I want to be, was curiosity funny
When I stepped forward, with it's flower?

Stoic to see you, in the act
Where the columns of sadness suggested
Is a heart for once, and for all of eternity to ask
The reasons for us, are meant and lead?

But a sneaking suspicion, never did it cross your face?
When without a problem to serve, the toil of sensitivity is
Loan me an ear, when the times are a changing one, an appeal of place
And the courage to speak of the devil, when ears are a nativity...

Panic at my side, I will introduce you as a friend
With truth to spare, and boding in eyed facts
Places I have seen, with a plan for each who would, a hand
Of virtue to examine and ploy, as if a truth is in the acts

No one...
Is a meaning for here and after, by the want of themselves
Guarantee in vexes fate, God in a round excess of destiny...
With the wishes you made, when shadows name their wealth?

Brown is our promise
Spoken like a true champ
Till a height of a comely vice
Has the spark of intuition, claimed and

See the little knuckles
To remember the tone of our voice
Shrewd difference, and its wishes in the wills
Of a new friend, that has the embarrassment of choice

Golden is our heed
The truth in a riddling portion
To save the irony of succor, which even is with eaves
And the excuse of enlightenment, to understand worse sin's

Save the music, break the wind
For a melancholy doubt, the indigency of verse
Left to wiser investment, asking a particular kin
Is a road to hindrance, the only way a cough can see, the universe?

Hallowed heathen
Sophistication with our willingness in view
Supposed halt, to a cleansing sun's ray, when
Sour news comes for a baffled friend, shrewd and due

West?
With a common coldness, and its fierceness to serve
A charity in an overdue loan, of when minds meet, minds lest
The callous same; the coy need of names, and courtesy...

Now?
Long to riddles we find in consciences gird
As long as you take the time, a policy of sound...
And lights fame, to cares we make for a subtle world

Eaves?
Given the lips, none and the march of time
Will a gift of a kiss, save what has more for insight, than what hope leaves
The thought of decency to any who would, the simplicity of trying

***?
Certain to the lion as well as the lamb, the advent of what wishes expect
Shown the mutual any, a muse that comes by its own, an honor let
With us, the calming and arearing breed of anarchy, we substitute yet

Here, after...
Never more than a silence broken, a challenge of went, with hurt
The promise of sincerity is to be a considered home, with which anger
Is a legend to bare and feed, with passion's embarrassment, a waiting season's mercy?

Name from a blossom
Found in the rivers curl
Proof for a saving grace, the sense of freedom
With our duty's all in a row, listening to early...

Antiquity knows an avid favor, the toll
Of berries brief and the solitude of an irony's tree
Looking for home, when sense is to be a clouds roll
Far away in heaven, the integrity of a weal, we see

Everyday
The tongue of persuasion and the portent to eschew good
The coming hour to heed a windy hope, a sun's ray
And a liberty to unfold for the purpose beyond wouldn't

Sated by the sigh of sensitivity
Even the crude mars and spills of life
Have a stock to take, and its inner nobility
Worth once a step found, in the wake of forever nigh

Night comes, and the tooth of witness comes to play
Aspect chilling, the mine or the sign
Of choice in a careful soon, a hindrance past the lips to say
A habit is our undone, and given wrong for same, our time

Light comes at last...
Spill of ideas, into the mercy we fueled by purpose unknown
Until a shadow has become the soul of our heed, so fast
We are the used and the abused, of a rage of lies sown...

Dark urges
In the behalf of a youth
Full of vim and vinegar, surges
Of wantonness to look for your couth

Spare and set to spaces
With the rule of thumb, we so decorate and honor
Lest the culture of ignominious races
Freedom from a cordial both, the very idea of the world

Songs set to flames mutual, a lyric of also
The irony of voices, that communicate to the soul
Speed in the airs of simply, the road to more
Notion and ergo, the places of lips, with a dole

Sense we shall add, the course to succinct eyes
And the notice of maybe, one more time, with a rage
So profound, that some would in this corner of the sky
Saving only their worthier kind, to keep a trail to legend

Luck breaks at dawn, when has not was is a hallowed turn
Sated with a reach for silence, and the none in a patient light
Many and heathen, the tail of a beast ready for wishes we earn
In the name of done and come, the service to ordeals with wars sight

Tale to tell
To a frightened bird one day
Salt and guidance to a fire make comfortable
But the cold of silence in the tree's, of disdain or dismay?

Ought on unity's chin?
The talk and the seclusion we expose to unique...
Airs and driven knowledge, the count of wins
And the spurning of hope, as a friends gift to a table, a clique?

Of sincerity to consider gone, with a might so done
The ruse of vice, is in the bespoken hands of courage
To continue with a reach, we sate and realm with sanity, home
Is a catching health, to couth; a misery ours for a wagon's wage?

Beckoning hellishness?
Time to well upon the naivete or needs of a stone, the breadth of shadow
And its becoming inspiration, the cold corners of ambiguity, bastion and death?
Are for any of a mix, that has the same in mores, we predilect and owe...

Common practice, if not method in a dread triangle...?
So sweet, so enamored, so entangled with a coping house
That has seen the future of the truth, the tale to tell...
A handshake of call and cooperation, that knows life is thou...

Today was a noisome tree
Long in turns and earns of a wiser truth
Taking stock, in the forces that make us be
And the common riches of worth, to understand youth

Austere following behavior
Into the mass of seclusion, that is a realm
To make our, forever...
Wishing but for a companion, the hour is a blessing still

Conscience is a fiery runner, taking a hill
With the sincerity and aplomb of firsts ought
And a wind of compliance second, the luck of will
A heralding guess at purpose, be the boding of worlds we not

Spare and choosing us over the everything of they, even once upon a time
Speed of consumption and by resolve, the thorough
Have the voice, to question an open remark, made by sense trying
Was half of hence and was, the better friend of me to keep know?

Shadows of change, and the scope of unity to serve the imagined
Wealth and sides of travail, that come to us in the mar of certainty
Understated if courage, overwhelmed as if a sameness is a sung
Liberty kissing litany, ever the prowess of since, if living is to begin

Look long in the tooth, and ready for more?
Coming with hope, to see the fate of charisma's that will invoke?
A lover's chance in the done, the toil and season of couth, we were?
Till a strength of what was romance, has seen the day is no joke?

Penny traded, for simplicity to roam
The tale of exaction in a flying leap, to welcome another to the run
And blessing of home, that becomes the irony we adjust, to love's shown
Here is a fascination worth the letter, if not the cue of when was was the introduction of aims, a honor to come

Penny darling
Where do the foxes hide?
When a man sings to winds
All of virtue is in sight...

Spent remnancy, austere
The coping future
Asking, if wars are to openly fear...?
As friend or foe, as if we were?

The tongue of blessing
Mercy in a vice, for eating edges
Of discuss, in this world, is a guessing
Tooth, the role of visiting life's, rages?

Dances with dread
Mighty and omnipresent
Succor to a finish, somewhere ahead
Worth in a warning kiss, meant...?

Places of use; choices and acts
Stirring our blindness into a caring's can
Of silence, with our misery, aged pacts
Of chances surmised well, to behold a given land

Tows of succor, we claim for imagination
To simply underwhelm the cost of oblivion
And the spoken nature of conscience, with these moments, minds
Come and go, like embarrassment was a legend we win, again?

Firsts of fruition, fists of fusion
With the glance of decency, the divulged
Has a clash so profound, the tooth of sincerity and allusion
Made the martyr in your hand, the spoken and the wall...

So pleasant, for a hand to hold...?
Subtlety, in the defense of instigation
A whole of worlds epistle, room for gone and told
Might's language to liberty's of virtue, we value more, then imagination...

Running for the door?
As shrewd as a lent smile, with disparate courses?
To a finished while, the understanding of cope, worth its war
That sits and knows the frustration, of blessing the moment of your forces

Friend or foe, the tows of judgment have been...
And the skill's of service elucidate, the instinct of joy...
Totaled with the nerves of composure and its namesake, leniency...
Presumed patience and its eaves dropping courage, is a lover coy...

Today? and the knowing honor of sensibility
The door is open, for a question and gift of happenstance, heed
That has the silent secret of obsoleting behalf, of serendipity
To look, with the eyes of life, and see done is an angry need...

Proper tension
And a callous work, of sublime notes
Of a truth in the realm of compassion
Kind and hindered beyond a post of hope...

Withstand
And majority to fend for the rue
Of courage, even in a hatreds collapse, hands
Are a collection of finishes and fetishes, asking a friend to due?

Metered by the solace of an eye
Sore futures and language to understate all
Misery is but a coping here after many, the rhetoric to lie...
Upon the still bared shoulder of unity in a shadowy smile?

Sour sophistication
Looking the part, and the stir of when days come to a fruition's art
Solidarity to know the obscure, is no way to go, into silences
Cough of superiority and its champion, the taste in an awakening hour about to start...

Oil and sweet
Aching beyond the count and myriad soft
Lives and lore, to wish a history meet
In the stir of purpose, deigned with a voices loft

All's and sweat
Thorough are; art and **** in love
The void of distance, to the problem, etc
Looking from first to last, the bless of a new covenant

Asks and sense
To reveal the conscience of a mercy
That has a liberty to suppose, a kindred
Has the minding tooth and days kiss, for worry

Adds and sour
In heritage, the token of woes, the order of philosophy
Should a careful side of promises; is a world to enthuse, power
In the sunshine, and waiting on heathen, a posed query?

Ought and sort
The tale of fear's legend, in the space of comprehension
Lucre to divine, the common yawn of peace and war
Where only's dream in the hands of children, becomes a man's intuition...

Door mouse
On the way to a friends party
I am a bird, you are a mouse
Seldom have we seen each other, without a key

Rains of fortitude, speed of a jaunt
To hills of worth, that remind you
The stone is sour, if I am to be your earthen haunt
Take and save a care, with the future call to who

Wishes make all of a since, sleepy
Finishes of stone, let a mighty ghost have the time
Guarantee's with a reason, come by a friend seeking
Antipathy in a color, a face, and a tear trying

Home is where the head is, insists...
Home can decide your fate, even before you discriminately know a laugh
Home is a character to suggest, a flaw is a joy if made in bliss
Home is a relationship with pride, to tell the world, hath

Door mouse
Praise be a show, of what shame has named a catching breeze
What is a cornered eye, with intent to let a house?
Have the skills of out and about, the name of surprise, your home is with me...

Alienation?
And rolling thunder...
Spite to deserve a credence, once again...
Spare to length and shadow, tomorrow's wonder?

Charity in a garden of seldom seen kisses...
By the antiquity of all's nativity, solemn light
To issue heeding's sense of proportion, is...
A house of redoubt and staid however, the any of a stare might?

Lucidly, the offering of needs and insight...
The callous and the stoic reply of vice for out wisdom
Tales to serve the conscience we saw, war, and say is sly
Can we share the regret of poignancy, as if a reality is our only means to come?

Tones of respect, that occur to know you with an anxious order?
To suggestions and many more candles like these...?
Patient and devoid of latent understanding, a blessing is foreignness?
We are the salt of purpose under a first and last, of acne...

Loosen my voice
In an abated kiss...
Wealth has come to find, succors choices
Sour or delving into harmony, the tooth of is...

Rolling thunder, at the expense of sovereign joy?
Persistent as a mesmerized man witnessing for more
Can be, the tender hours we make an undue coyness
Is the center of attention we wish, all and form?

As if a silent reproach, met head on
The talk of sponsorship and defensive living
With a sorts of peculiar friends, laughing at home
Being the role of adage to comb for avarice and its given?

A walk and talk with forms of duty, we know to be?
The occult and kindred of opposites, and their fight
For the food of thought, even though the might of seed
Will we compare and share, the difference of distinctions insight...

Television?
And the suspicion of many and moments, to tell the kind
We are the privilege of composure before the eyes of invention
The boding of compassion, that has seen the better of superiority's mind?

Will's of candors instinct, if not the measure of intuition
Conduct in the care of suppose, a weight of humanity is to clarify health?
Pain and prosperity, the tact of dominions extant, the work of piety for causes fruition?
And the ache of pomposity with a rage for each, the irony of psyche to produce a character's imagination, without peace itself?

Order to chaos, at a glance?
As a wholesome venture, of what we pronounce
Is adding the white of the eyes, an all of influence?
Has come to the fore, and shown the doldrum it haunts...

Peace and a real thirst, for a clue in the wry...
Sated with the coming hours, of decency we meant, will
The provision of seldom, toured and biased in courteous, shyness
An angel with passion to earn and each, insists dread, still...?

A place in the heart of civility...
A face asking the table of conscience, to look for the irony
Oft tutelage and their solaces, a penny to spend on originality...
A faith in the unknown, we reveal is fright's epiphany?

Voices we have heard, that made the point of a lifetime
With range and devotion to verify, the elucidation of meagerness?
And its boding history, the total of enumeration in the face of trying?
And the fertile now, and subtle distance to weighing the opuses we elect

Alcohol and judgments character?
Instinct is a shrewd contender, for what was a world of significance
And alarmed firsts, to the longest visit of intuition, or its faring?
A method of uniqueness, to show a calm of whimsy that is a seasons chance...

Meted reasons with a clash of simplicity for you...
Tales of reproach or in defense of totals, the schemes of things
Looking the part and petition of suppose, the tear we reveal is, due
The hands of antipathy in vice and demeanor, the identity we saw, become a meaning...

Actual and paced with facts
Merely an odd being, the toil we sake
And make dear, the nigh of suspicious acts
And the marvel of suggestion, come for the more we never fake

Creed seems to be our lifeblood
Tenuous and true, to a legend in its fit
And finish of guidance, of a salt of yet would
The tradition of simplicity in norms, known for lip?

Sulk and chew, chaste and fellowship
To survive the coming need, of clandestine, a merit
In the wholes and exception of old, to serve a whit
That has come to these, the decidedly many and meant

Prices of privilege, and the prowess of decorum
Patience and knowing neglect for the spare and idealistic
Promises that complete the circle of judgment, that has come
Per you and me, to keep a final show, of what was a soul's relent

Polly wally doodle all day, the persuasion of a duty to form
Polly anna, the charisma of decent moments, to tell a world behalf
Polly wants a *******, the truer of merely a finger, on the dread of course
Apocalypse's, the side of commit that has seen even the bilk of sentiment, laugh

Spare integrity
Healthy accords
Avid liberty
Sincerity's words

Patience in the form of a vow
Secure ides, to a wealth we elect
To a richness of feelings and now
Waiting for the guidance, of a sulking we reflect

Possession of a till, in the repose of will
Will the clamor of youth, become a reach for old
The paces and the faces of compromise still
To wonder, and play, in the desires we hold

Hair of a chance one day
Speed and merit, make marvelous friends
Obvious to time, and its greater may
The truth we honor and become, is ours till the end

Home
And the seclusion of wishes, that have life to focus
So suggested for a friendship's insight, a curious own
And self, made for the certainty of privilege, we discuss...

Purpose and ideas
Salty in the sight of me's
Quiet quality to a found friend
With a message to send

Waiting for you, with need's reigns
The truth to spare, and despite a logic so came
Well to do, and wisher's in a hand held by love
Look among the heeds, we fated with a kiss and its hush

Shoes that remind
A world between you and me, a care kind
Sweeter rhapsody, a rendezvous with supposing a beauty
Has come for the each of us and moments all, when else is youth?

Another kiss, and sincerity to share
A legend is a strength put to the test, a willful air
To the song of regret we once knew, and now take
To a unique talk with powers that preen, and give what they make

Tender or terror, we find the future in our arms
Today with reaches for silent and comely peace, the heart that warms
Yet to be named the source of ourselves, placing sense in a cause
We see you with a remembering look, to a rise of what was, and that which lauds...

Salt to enthuse
Pepper in the way, of courtesy to all availed?
A new insight, to a comparison of good
To a length of cloth, the rosy future we entail...?

Causes, curiosity, cease of required airs
Potential in a lingering here, and heat's shade to know
The tale of consciences so void, of a watery eye faired...
And freedom on the behalf, of truth and silence, we owe

But a lip of solitude...
Here is your throe of compassion, to a future heard
The right side of seclusion and the irony we exude
Here to tell you the obvious, no man is an island to worth...

Half of nothing, and an asking hour
With a remembered gift, to you and the ancientness oriented
Well to do, the impossible if you want, me in the sulk of adding dour
Hair is our illustrious ode, that collects a rise in vagary's relent

Odiously trust, is a careful friendship with our simplicity
To keep but a unified kiss, a generosity in a laugh, to occur
With actual and older meanings, then a clash with implicitly
The staring order to an enemy, that has seen you mere, theirs

Older in the punch
Blessed in the time, of a unity to egg
Beg me a shoulder, a duty in a hunch
Satiety is a walk with truth's we fate to a rhyming neglect?

Bitterness is in heaven...
Haunted milling of a sense of rage...
Lessoned hindrance to fortify the accord of leaven...
Simple arrogance, in favor of the music to face...

Sweet?
Sourer than dread itself...
Made to cruise and tarry, the work of an angel
Threatened by the scope of your admission, an unction of health?

Such a fight, for a piece of bread?
Aloof tones of demand and the scale of uniqueness, to worry
Is a relationship with sense, apropos to a kick in the head?
Or is this sickness of vice, and its victory with anxiety and fury?

Twist of patience and the cornerstone of the rhyme
Sickness is our day, and the day comes with a price
Saged as a mortal coil can be, to welcome home a whole trying
Is still a relationship with exhumation and wishes to wizen...

Your father and penicillin...
Pride and the door of infamy...
One more time, is a master of time, willing
To show you the ropes, or is worth, an estranged vanity?

Notion 'A'
Adding the brass of the day
Altogether a wish we found in a malaise
A court of excelling need, with a moment to say

Notion 'B'
Begun in a willowing voice, hard to see
Subtle bolting skies, with a tooth to turn and seem
Beguiling presence is a world's forte, meant any and all anarchy

Notion 'C'
Contrary to devil's of chaste, and a demonstration of haste
Causes of virtue outrun a valor's sight, like embarrassed keep
Cold silence in place of heard fact's, of poise and pleasance too fast

Notion 'Subsequence'
Surreal, the voice of constancy at the beauty of dependency
Safety in proverbial numbers, versus the common amends
Sakes alive and rekindled, will surmised gaiety show true, the seen?

Arms of distance?
Predicting the irony we adjust
To a knowing light, the equality of amends
Made, for a simplicity to stand forward, and know all must

A hug of introspection
Meant in your favor, and the tradition of identity
Consumed by the passion, a welcome to direction
And its sincerity, do we seek a mention of relent, in a city...

Far and away, the truth of becoming
A knowledge inclined by sorts or worth
The actual in its vicinity, to account a roaming
Suggestion of integrity we encourage from birth

Baby's with rolling eyes...
And taken dreams to a range of voice, we dream with
Sour old gesture, of rued compromise, only why's...
Like a titular excuse of pioneering spirit, a day with opuses bless?

Mother's of invention, that knew the commotion
Rarified exaction, to a marveling hurry, we kept as should?
The forces that be, or is a lucre of sincerer time, our devotion
Looking here to empathy, complete of a rise in the land, could...

Father's of concerned charity's, and a luckier form to nothing?
With the care of callous distraction, is a house made for a needy turn?
Of essential energies, into a heed of cope - the rue of wanting
Another eye fall at the table, to be, a craving for what orders of curiosity earned...

Privilege to meet you, with the eyes of commonness
As shrewd as a claim of burden can be, the irony I preach
And seldom, is a trouble to blame only on paradise
And the muse of composure, with moments to understand a haunt of each...

Fighting the only
Wind and offered guidance, to a new friend
Presumption in a fine array, the baser side of anarchy
To welcome the new day, to a fascination, a craving for resolution

Lots to a shrewd comment
Taken for silence of opportunity
The tale is one, of many to seem a relent
Of courage, will a happier decision in the gray, liken to unity?

Searching for the words, the tale of composition
Has a willful stare, my needs are in an elaboration by design
Truer to tell you the obvious, the travail of improvisation
Than to cover the nature of poise, we deem and doth a curious trying...

Welcome home, friend of mine
Taste and popularity, is a shroud best for composure
To come with thought and recognition, a salt for pride
And a treatise of compliment, that has situated very, with your curiosity

Meant and mind, the subtlety of origin's to be kind
Sensitivity voiced nativity, where we are the couth to seldom
A history of gift's oft nuance or need, a solitary wish in time
To signify the barriers of promises we meant, and are sure is wonder

Dole of a strong many and their austerity one day...
Patience is an awful contender, for the romance of silence
Shadowed foremost, or bespoken of light, in a raging vagueness...
Taking the time for but decency in motion, we are what we keep, as a honor to select quietness?

Poison letter
From the stir in the years
We confused with an opus, a crucial identity
Come for anecdote, to warm a cheer that hears

Starts and stops
A willowy wind in the eaves
Sensitive and illustrated cope, the kind to serve ought
The need of simplicity for a charity, in which hearts never deceive

Aspire makes marriage a unity, like heroes of sanity
Blessings come in small ideas, to cherish
Cold shoulders with an order and a sake, know vanity
*** without a reason in the mere, is but a wish

Granted, not semblance of a meticulous land
But a fate with worse words, the total of ides judged
And impugned society, the decorum we hand
To the younger, has become ourselves, to a spirit hushed...

For observing silence is a reach for worth
To sit and become, the better of sanctimonious hysteria
And the open bother we gave to indecision for what occurs
And has a mind to say, at least the day is long in dilemmas...

Yet to be named, a rancor
Love professes and guests the idleness of a house
Built to last the oncoming truth, that we are who we serve
And who will begin the next day, with a droll answer to thou:

Penny lion, penny dying
Sour rapport in our *****, the tooth and the eye of a miracle
Sent to sweet courage, for a season of might to explain, what lying
Is to a lover of hope and charisma, is this side of exception, still...

Nothing on the table...?
Sweet to us, the sweat of the brow
Hunted or handsome, the rancor of a fable?
Met in a youth's side and claim, the seldom of however?

Shamed, to know, you?
A savior in the call to heed, the risks we envy
In the days passion, or the callous drama, a peace's future
We accustom to needs table, with it to give

Terror and character in a shallow cup
Risk with us a hereafter, the cold shoulder
We imagined as a promise, to an angelic hope
Rises in the land know us one better, the history ever bolder...

Curious?
With the finish of a complacent first...
The decision of decency in a real enough purity
Has a dancing friend, with scope and heroism in a fury, worsts

Silence inherits compassion, if fed...
Charity inherits rage, if lent to be...
Liberty inherits judgment, if sense is lead...
*** inherits neediness, if souls to anarchy...

Hellish as a diamond in the rough can be
This fight and this sight, is a wish...
Proud and seldom in seclusion, with reflections of moments that began
With your neglect oft a praise in heat, that chose suicide for is...

Politics in a happier hand
Salt and salacious minds
To work in the evening sun of the land
Tried and true, the irony of vice to distinguish the times

Politics deciding to give at most, a wonder, a try...
Through a peering shadow, we accepted was a rancor
Timid is and if a ruling thought, nowhere but shied...?
The loft to a rolling voice, that has it to serve...

Politics knowing utmost is the whole, dominion
Taken to beauty, and serenity, notes of comprehension
Compassion is an adding wait, of sincerity to come again
With the dole of rendition, edicts of forces we see, reagent

Politics of friends and lovers, with the guidance of decency
Met erudite, the cold versus the heat of problems...
That suggest the kindred of speed, and the reasoned empathy
In our hands for vows, that come and go like angels, whim

Politics of offering a host of charisma
The time of day, and the mustiness of night
Where one decision for the many, is made in heed's behalf, dilemma
We know and care for, like a curiosity was the other half of might

Politics of poise, and a surreal appetite
Privilege before a sunny honor, the future of ought, energy
Long in truth, and chosen for bright minds that saw a sight
Of worth in the worlds grasp, looking one more time for sought anarchy...

Day of unerring
Doth, a worldly expanse
Decision to verify order, and caring
Decency is such a character, a problematic and

Sunshine of a mutual lip, to these we are taken
Suddenness of a callous air, with sharing in mind
Simple to us a wishes guard, and a have, no faking
Sense is a shrewd tow, in the name of purposes, find...

Look what I see...
Long thank you's, and moments to clarify
Live and let live, if may we begin here to be
Levity to itself? and others, the mercy we try...

And more, the doors of ecstasy
With adore, the food of gallantry
Found gaiety, the dance's of history
Sound hope, the passion of reality

Try me, try us, try ours...
No, of a tarrying night
Set to rights of rise and fall of a loved one, safety in numbers
Happens in a cloud of reasons, with a hat that knew all, before spite

Timely joke
About the tears of the sky
Sweet ingenue, and the irony we poke
Is a crusades of sorts, to make all of a nigh

What if a justice took it that seriously?
A chance meeting with argument's shadow
And a wish in the breeze, the tale to earn a lead
Of symmetry and its advance, a place of gladness to owe

Sincerity is such a rascal, looking for ideas
That provoke rest and relaxation, to become alive
The taint and the wonder of same, so much time to free
With a recourse in cares, with opportune sight, to give

Pence, and labor of a summation kind
The treasured glance of another to find liberty
In the course and candor we eschew is long in mind
And few in through guarantee, looking for possible anarchy

Thus the joke, heard once in a presumed ideology, the toil of senses
We have worked with, even know in careful charisma
What has a day with the likes of you, but does not want it to end?
Having only ourselves to blame, is decency such a lousy dilemma?

Kings and queens, might and things
Superior to be subtle, and irony in the swing
Beauty is a tall drink of waiting, beginning with you
Wishing a hard place the better of days dreams to

Polite, the face offered
Many, fate and doles to prophecy
Slick buttons on a friends cares, rain and tides
From the sore eyes of conscience, with its shares and sides

Dancing into view...
Promises in the now, named for today
See the sweet until, we advise is our rest
From the ingenue we detail, as if friends missed...

Sway and use the curve of the wind
Particular in its needy romance, a friend with a taste for kin
In character's glance, at the triumph of others
Saving every twist and mundane move, to see what bothers

Prevalence, is the first to cry...
Naked thought's for a unity to see our why
Wishes of funny vanity, to tell us no lie, to cherish
With our patience so keen, the quiet of another wish

Patience notices the accusation, the excuse of simplicity
Well worth a wealthy then, just to keep a need alive to be
Once and for all, the tout of justice in love with implicitly
Give me a kiss, spoken to real causes we favor and due, the time is me...

Houses of completion and the diary of sensation met
Secret's foretold to be an angel, if worry ever marries the lead
Conscience and its first, if not last ought of another solace
We may take for compromises and whole chaste, but the might, none the less...

Purpose we should keep, granted a few...
And good nature, the life of a jewel?
Sent to autonomy we figure, is profound
Rascal's and the airs of futures, ever allowed...

A smirk, to dilly dally
Willful, the common to propose fully
Of a moment in silence, we expect chosen?
With the conscience we add, and know holding

Serious, the tale of aging
Which and worthier, causes we are facing
To take a gander at the cold, where a heathen has
The kind and condition, we claim is satisfaction at, last

Meet, the meted hope
Gestures and curious purity, we found for a loan
Between each other and the seen heed, convene...
Will courage know us, when determination has come, to these?

A day of sneezes...
A dragonish reply to airs of fortunes in being...
Blessing is such a small guidance, to what is here's lead...
To a tomorrow we never know, without ourselves given need...

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...