Spirit in the page of war
Come collect a new said
Time is an issue, we find to more
In league with a threshold souled to lead

Spirit in the relished house
Witness the candor we take, and the mar of justice
Till we favor the ask and dawdle of compliment, thou
Are a harrowing heed to infer another subtlety to vice

Spirit in the succumbing street
Save and prosper, today we see the truth
Of a new fearing, neighbor's with a lip in heat
Taken to concern, where we despair the youth

Spirit in the hands of children
Avid weariness, wanton to climbing and delusion entailed
Silently the avarice of comprehension
To tell the story of pain, and the pride of somber failures

Spirit in the name of composure
Sulking health to overwhelm the needs of conscience?
True to score and scare, the throng of a query
Dinge of sentience, is our fact a past or prescience?

Spirit in the sun
Smite and meager miracles of worry in worlds
To know a legend of veracity told, to sit and know imagination
Now and never in lore, we see nothing in your eyes, but ourselves early

A penny around about now
Subjugation and honesty in a blinding tow
Threshold was a such a similarity to callous
Poise, known to be our ourselves, when savior's hello...

Mighty courses, of a faring fate
Taken to live and lest, we forgive forget
The terror of waiting for ordeal's to sate
Promises of virtue and candid charisma, welcome it

Catching light in the finish, awakening at the noise
Of a lover in the mornings keep, a grooming harmony
Seldom to wish, and winning the taste of risen loyalty
Fascination takes it's toll, to the eaves of simplicity?

Such a waste, seen a face, seemed a trace?
Of utter contempt, for a nourished future...
Sincerity of the savagery of completion of ilk, treatise
Was a marvel of sulking consumption and the tale of curiosity

Zombie?
Such of a nightmare to explore the differences we make...
For a needy guarantee of common stock, and fulfilled lead
To watch it all go to ***, the rise and fall of a land to imagine sake?

A new handshake with the lore, we destine to flies...?
Traps of veracity and golden here say, to grab a new issue
In the all, and ask, "Is a word edge wise, the race of lies"
Making its way to profundity in our laps, soap is ours, to school...

Fish in the sea
A wishing waterfall and the silence of shell's in love wishing lent
To remember a unique torment in the avarice you showed, to me...
Overtly, a hadn't learning with a role of fame, to instill adage's covenant...

Gift's I won't...
Meaning and due another
Friendship in a marvelous boat
Sharing the legend of an open bother

Girl's I don't...
Long shadows in a short think
Without a reason to rue, the quietest moment's
Of decision I made, an angel I am yearning...

Gist's I future...
Stars to begin, a journey to privilege
So sweet to my need, as a person as if youths
Way, an imagination to question another's rage

Girth's I cope....
Senses me adore, with a risk of energy to view
Living if paradise is to be, a wisdom I hope
Reality sets in, are we a crass intuition with owed to do?

Gideon's I soul...
Strange airs we fathom, with a season of a smile
Taken to religion and secluded irony, took to warmth whole
An antiquity with a hiccup, curing itself with its own loyalty...

Know no...
Angry ordeals, to weal with a brazen couth
Cold shines of onuses war, and the angst we owe?
Shoulder's to announce with privacy, youth...

Is a wiser moment than you think...
Tales of courage and common destiny, in the mar
More than yearning, and else in love with kindred's hijinks
Paces of peace are meant to be traded, like a thought for are...

Ably the coming times, with an issue for me?
Truer than ought, a whole decision I admit
Is an especial luck, a role of justice and contrary feeling's
Jealous though a cursing have may be, I know it...

Clothed in another reason, avarice or antipathy?
Anger in low roads and ethics in high clouds
The tale of an odyssey's strength, for a wish with speed
About this time, a candor of silent friends for moment's?

Known for futures with a sense of joy
Caring but for all, and asked, if privilege has a war
Worth is a liberty in the stare, of a needy justness, and loyalty...
Is a requited frame of reference for a lurid, but well meaning start

Where do we begin...
How does a shall and challenge in gray, make you...
Stirring the times with a right or rage avidness, will get you every there...
Is it me, or do we know not, without another truth of you?

Witness we're, witness weird
The frank display of power...
Past the common rue, of suggestion in the norm
Simply the kind of thing that comes to these, for hour's?

Of justice in love with commit
See, the confusion a flower brings
To the table, a wish in hands of relent
That know you, the course of courage to welcome means

A display of withheld judgment...
For a climate of given example, to issue a plea
Is a worthier name in the meld, blind to us and sense?
Friend absolution, our name is done without the heat of...

Here is your gift:
Space for a reaching heed, that came to influence
A spare lip for good measure, the tale of irony and it
The truth in a nut shell, that some believe is innocence

Why do you arrive in the scare of prodigy, to look the part?
The taste of **** and fetid kind, is a realm to its heart...
That began with the world in a guided moment, and ended where it started
A shame in tows of insecurity, that never knew yourself for it's art

Politics for babies
Silent waters to journey to panic
Where the still otherwise and a being mother, have rages
That began and end, with method in a salt, we admit is...

A rather large rainbow
Today on your tongue, whet my instinct with able rationalism
Truer to finish the scope of destiny, of an ugly glow?
From the land, where once upon a time, I am risen...

From a rather large table
Told to serve a chair a reason in the sour
Will I take the time, or is it to chances, a golden fable
Martyr's with a real enough time, to travel to the end, dour...

Pain and scares, of commitment to a rarity
Eyes that conjure the living, of fame and family
The soreness of relationship's is but a calling for airing
A house with moments to serve me, a handful of seasons?

Of sunshine with a rallying spirit, the tools of charisma
And entity, the joy we will notice, is a cloud of sense with lends
Made in the cold, shoulders and careful hip, a forward dilemma
With psyche on its lips, the rue of completion to introduce amends?

Of what? a ghost could tell...
Of how is your house also a thief? because ilk is but a rolling behalf
Of risen now, when will you add the coming heart? when stones of wishes serve hell?
Of a raving lunatic, will you be banal, or give grief? like a shower of the sun's best, I am but a laugh...

Prove me a liar
And show the terror I dwell with
Secrets of imagination and it's opinion, higher
Come around the corner for a hour of bliss

Tick, tock
Old men and women to know, secure
A right to rigid honesty, a place never mocked
Except to drive home a point, of legend and worth

See the smile of common, done?
Here, is the overtness of going and coming...
With the rue of suddenness, that completes the sojourn
Of a handsome day with friends, to encourage a heart winning...?

Why? and a metaphor for benign need...
Simple arears and the climb of vantage, to know
Keeps the our of such and more, a willing half of means
See our issue, the folly of recompense, for a legend to grow

Hate
And the skill's of suggestion to fathom a new grasp
Of knowledges lucre, and the social demeanor of our fate
Still here, after all these year's, despite a discipline to ask...

Know...
Notion without it, as if a happy cost
Sense in a round eye, with a heart to blow
A bouquet of flowers sent from me, never lost

Patience at a wayward eye
To tell the difference, between then and none
Soul to soul, when a remembered why
The coming hour for us, the decision to love

Seemly, taken with roles and intimacy
Today is the rue of sincerity to quell a time
With no mans name, except the one we give it
Reason in fore, arrogance behind us, when worlds cry

Known for a speed of call, the truth we wage
Is a legend onto itself, the curiosity of honored days
To look beyond the boding lip of courage
Until heed is ours forever, for a love that says

Pairs of lend
Love in embraces lead
Admittance to understate the land
Yearning in a walk, with god for a league

Notions we understand, and do
Complete to a hand held, and might reproofed
Is our cast of voice, to a shimmering gift of who
In the real, and who is marveling at the could?

Jaundiced the concept, if life has a flaw...
Trueness, to a step forward, with the baring of integrity
Calm is our only defense, for what may be a law
Of committal taken to consciences eye's for liberty

Eye's we would remind...
Have the common route of consideration, like a beginning
Odd the cares we ensue, are a history for let and kind
But, with but a mention of a kiss, are we an end worth winning?

How, and heaven's above
The angel on my shoulder is my friend
Told to mind the better of you, recollection and discuss
Have avidly seen the justice of a courage to may, amen

Survived notions
Thirsty at the truth, I suppose...
Looking for water, as if an hour of portions
Sweet conversation ensues, when a dickory woes

Places we have been
Same tomorrow for a care today
But the liberty I seek, of a careful win
Is sure to advance, can I seem the better we may

Sharing the drink, finally
Welcome time to ask in a revered voice
Simply the work of privilege, which I mean
Is a callous friend up to the challenge I envoy?

Spare feelings for more, and the clash of response
Worth your bottom dollar, if not the deal of a lifetime
Wearing thin? achingly familiar? somewhere to haunt?
With one last sip for decision's sake, will a wish seem trying?

Wish granted, the long run and the marvel of owed
Charisma and meet, to situate with courage for amends
Truth and now, the vice we allow, the only way more
Taken with a moment in allied eyes, we keep mercy, aloof to silence's sins?

When we joke
About a rhyme in the rain
With teeth to teeter, and taught with hope
My needs are foremost, as if we all have it to say

Burden in fair
Token tragedy that comes to first's nigh
Lot's of liberty we find in the embarrassment of cares
That began with somber note, but ended, with the revolution of sigh's

A gift from a friend is delivered to a door
And a smile is left, in the heard bell or knock
Taken to decency and the door itself, where a lip has it to form
A callous eye, a given charity to ask, will decision's ever look?

The punch line:
Is that gift from a beauty or a life toward?
The tale of simplicity to inure, when spare kisses have the time
Pleasance is a new friend, with a sock to the chin, hard

Who was this? commonness
How do I return the favor? god bless
Can we play the youth for a fortune in gaiety? season's attest
Does we, the couth we name a frank tread, know how to excuse a life? for yes...

Meet the rare?
If the length of same, those
Complete the gift of where
With the smile of need, we would like to know...

Share a liberty in a clash to tow
And town's of vestige, kept to owe
Regardless of simplicity or a complex home
Taste for a callous wish, was found to be asking if love...?

Singing a song, about an awaited friend?
Looking here and there, to begin a pact
Of allure and seclusion, that compliment's our wend
All of us and ire's of them, came with a road to fact's...

Preoccupied with the common, the actual, and they's more
Peace came with a stone of fortune, worth well...
Met in the reasons and the pace, done to host a query forming
The very words of powers we find in a clash, with a uniqueness's bell

Security at the cost of most and host's innocence?
Fair, to see a face here with the senses of tear's...
Friend's halt, many will, nothing older but question's?
Curiosity steps forth, and sincerity takes back one, for years...

Fate's light's of providence we have never seen?
Mercy in a capable intention, with a ghost of a chance
Cordial and taken to strives, of and's coping means...
Love is a named choice, with children to see, happenstance

Adopted?
And weary time to live and let live
My needs are but heathen conscience as if consequence opted
For a savior of once and forever, time comes to those who give...

Speed and a demon
Went south for the winter, angel's be ******
Accuracy to foretell the coming of a new season
Method to lure a callous liberty to embrace fascination's lam?

Spires we knew, with a coltish goal, succinct...
Was a herald to prove, the embarrassment of couth?
Shaping the distinction of the future, we think...
For a question lingering in the wind, which has a bite to its youth

Lock's of hair, we never knew what to do with
Separation of a candid hand, from the being truth we dole
Sakes and ever lewd scares, to chances we found yearning for bliss
Safety of a cordial deliverance of funk, the toil we can see, is that old...

Shame for a witchy care, and the finicky play, of another angel's card?
Ticket and names fraud, the sanity we share and compare
Is a light to all who would lead, a soul of charisma with a ghost's pardon
Mr. Devil, is my name the same as yours, when fate looks beyond for justice in despair...

Days later, know water for a cancelled book...?
Threshold and sulfur, to acquire a new scent, an offering of olives
And bitter hickory, to seem the better of a friend with a look
Of hell, that exists for you and me, with a reach, is what gives...

War, and the flowers we *****...
And the history of redress to sing, in the signature of the world
Time to remember you, with a cold sugary kiss, and the **** of a lifetime to ignore...?
Sing us a river? up the creep with a pat? order me to the boat captain, early...

Roses are simple
If red is a friend...
Towers of hope, and a harmony to fulfil
A wish we saw living in the wind

Now...
And the breath of example
To call once more, for a caring how
Born to discipline, and a disciple...

Thorns, of gratuity...?
Meant, in the proven need
So called a handsome but bared lividity
When we seek the shy, roses come to seed

New...
And the breadth of existence
To charisma we adore, a delicate hue
Meaning a reality with mercy in its defense

Wood, to tell a story...
About a shared dream, that has a clue
Of wishes that included, a game of worry
We made in the moment, of a nefarious good

Name...
And a sound of angels in the air
Showing the rue and reality we lead to same
For a shrewd liberty to calm, cool and collected morrows

Roots, of a dismayed many?
Holds of moisture, greatly poorer for instinct to follow
A sincerity of waiting waters, in the irony of a plane
A day that has stepped forward, with a sunshine to hallow?

We in vice
We in due
We in sigh's
We in view

Playing?
Oft planes of fruition...
Simple justice for friendship and sate
To compare the ideas we made, for intuition?

Weal to advise
Weal to do
Weal to silence
Weal to review...

A cause in the winds of portrayal and change
Through moments of exaction, and the skill's of psyche
We differ, we relent, we expect to be strange
We see you try, when the callous add and make right, might?

Where is voice
Where is don't
Where is sort's
Where is related

Pasts of common gift's, the trust of a future walk
Known by their coping heed for whimsy and wholeness
Turned to each other for a savior's need, never balk
A risen more, mercy and many to wish? is actual rage our bless?

Whole if vast
Whole if didn't
Whole if sense
Whole if reticent

Succinctness, versus the promise of goodly intent...
Truer to form the words, than to let misery have its day
Until the rightness of a compliment, taken to earn and love, has lent
With a raging hold of risks eye, that said we are, another prayer?

World of vice
World of due
World of sigh's
World of views

Still the insight
Two of a kind, the moment we stayed
Before the rage of unity to find, a right
Might, the call of heeding a rued, silence still dismayed...

Rainbows with pretty names?
For everybody, coming with a senses...
Merit and joy, the talk of unction in aired fames
Tried and true, stone of clashing with irony and it's offenses

In a cloud, far away
Time is a reason before itself
Known to be this, and that to say
I am who has loved, the very boding of wishes health

Treasured smiles, seasons of encouragement
Kept like a fight with order, the opinion of many...
Cares in a solitude I have shown, a reasoned lend
And lament of futures in love, the chaste ordeal we imagine is and...

Shame is a novice artist
Pangs of redoubt, presence to know
Mires weal considers a host
To insist a revelation is ours to hold

Tact, was a fury of omni patience
Saving must in causes of tradition
Areared, and never feared? ages
Of consideration go by, without rational intuition...?

Baring the soul
Of conscience's decision
Meant nefarious, made now of old
Is hope our season, or is strength our intention?

Total's of simplicity...
And the mar of heed, to collect vanity's whim
Seldom life without it, lover's of liberty
Will do, avidly the succession of lend

Here is irony...
Here is a fruit of chance's and wisdom
To react to all of a time's moment, many
Laid to ends, some say is the promise of it's hunger...

Legend of a treasure
Safely, we hope, in the causes we dare
Have the tell tale advantage, to promise curiosity
Is a friend in the end, to which we hear:

Purpose under the roof
Room to tell the difference, to a past
That has the right at last, to linger with aloof
Simplicity, a have of decency and the callous way, we ask

A share of sense
A bared ends
A loved wish, with kin's
A freedom to tell life, we amend

Low and true...
The turn of chaste, into a happier could
Couth we will know, the example of when idea's are due
The times justice, and the cares of tenacity, yearning for who

Prince of darkness...?
Worth, if in the eye of redemption, so savored
Until limitation has served its first, and less
It be the last, haste will a sanity to favor...?

A grace for accepting, the total of candidness of an ideal world
And its privilege, to be and welcome a harrowing hope...
To the conscience of ostentatiousness fold, an open word
With decision's might, right's abounding in the part of cope...

Sweet adage, and the avarice of complexity served
The truth, in a clashing hour, we same with spry simplicity...
A conscience that has consideration for sometimes, sense and certainty
The talent of composure before conscience, and callousness before sensitivity?

Like the wares and common price of liberty?
These aging light's, these earnest carriages...
Of creation in a focused light, is arduous and avidness to seem...
Pasts and futures that lead to mores, forth season's, mission...

Family's of context, control and capable love...
Known a finished kiss of redoubt, that need has named lore...
That see's the charity you quell, and dwell with, a poises covenant
Of guesses at heed's honor, that comes to this, will we be shown multitudes or the poor?

Merciless fantasy
Acrid hours to demand we take to us
Speed and harrowing let, the ace and the intendancy
True to sulk, succor and since we are thus...

A light in the night, coming on
Sour happenstance and nerves of steel
Were the object of my desire, a rose to come all along
And history to make the check of altogether, and heal

Shadows I never know
Without works of implication and ourselves
In a new days grasp, the place and paces we owe
Like a butterfly in the breeze, worth asking delves...

Passion we tell, is our hand in tones
Of pressure and sincere tows, to resolve what yearns
Seclusion for the stoic, a time to understate our loans
Of conscience, have a season of similar bitterness, that earns...

Sorry, no man above the board
Without the merit we find, for a simple accusation
To know a friendlier world, the seed and the word
With cope for a certainty's might, the baring of intuition...

No name provided
Ulterior motive, name your **** ant...
Looking for Mister Judgment, snide
Is a frequent live, and let liberty panic

Shapes of things to come, altogether...
With a role for a sadism, the place and the time...
Of golden opportunity, seeing the worth in better
Patience's, we know the mind to find the history of trying

When, sour, and marveling
Walk into a breed of contempt...
The tooth to announce anxiety, with the health of a body, to sing...
Found in the lapse and severity we eschewed, the very sight of opus lent

Fragile, the certainty of course and vanity, to wish profound
The carriage and the tact, of curiosity's measure, a waiting courage
Lent with a sip of causes conscience, are we the powers that sound
In the hill's, when towering few and forsooth a soon, is in a rage?

Paired with preeminence, and the callous voice of destiny
We know the liberty in our hands, a name of fool's...?
That have the quote and question of a misery, that came to infamy
Like lore in your eye, love is a weary curse, for the succinctness of life's tool's

So what did this make?
Long to rued sincerity and the moment we first a façade of cope
The eye's of passion, so sacred...
Have the distinct quality of sleep, when we are well and alive, with hope

Curiosity...
Enter the forces we vie with, and a shouldered soldier of claims
So south of truth, and meaning the carefulness, of a wishful city
When energy's flower and pace the odious, obvious is about our aim's...

Fresh and disciplined?
Focus and method, to serve an hour me?
Safety in a grossing halt of when, silence has come
Through an ironic storm and over the seasons, I see a lead keep

Long in the tooth, if not the use of truth
Suppose and fear, the counting we hold, to live
And let means be are's many, in hopes of youth
We give the news of courage, a new name to since

Properness
And the light of a lucre we afford with evidence
And its moment with love, to compare a wisdom
Of contrivance, to a welcome fury of what was our chances

With time, to till a question in the wind
Meaning a sorts and cohorts we make, in patience served
And patience looking for a nightmares kiss, mind
Us, we have screamed in vanity's ear, but know the price of a turn

Of conscience into a lover of our ideas
Our mystique and its offered job, joy costs an alienation
Priced exactly nothing of strength and cope, in these freedom's
Was a mindful seldom enough to consider any a prayer under our intention's?

God, and the voice of his angel's
Mated with atrophy incarnate, the taste of acceptance of sin
More than ought, and else to whether the silence we knew, fell
From history for a hand of sense and its idea, are we that we are, amends?

Confirmation of a star one night...
From the best and the blessed of meager vice anon
Sanity is a jaundiced hurry with a chastity to righten
Itself among the throng, when all have seen it, the charisma to look among

A penny saved is a penny earned
But a purse with an open mind, is yours to confirm
Let with ought and a gander of salt, the shrewd do save occur...
Sparing the gift's of toward, like a dependency to learn?

Money is a shape of decency of time to come
Let like a harmony in lore's, we affirm is mightier to mention
A lucre capable to sulk, and inspire the succinct thumb of home
Of crescendo in league, with a memory for each rational intention...

Time meet omit...
Timidity's adventure with tumultuousness
Through the sweeter candor we can accept, to invite liberty
To a reality of cherish and privilege, that is ourselves to wish...

Privacy is a bliss?
Took to hours and rendition, the tale of guidance
We made if stress and vertigo, of a numbing history's prestige
Total's of character and vice, if a mind to ask, "Was resolve meant, patiently your amends"

Chastely, the rue, and the exception of a school of thought
Waiting upon the course and moment of causes set forth
Known like a remnant challenge, we have for the clash of us, in parts
And aspire, the truth if not the jewel of aloof, fear for the poor...?!

Legend of doles
Doles at history
History in a relative focus
Focus to quicken, and worth a story

Special consideration
For a life we never knew, without you
Speed and justice, the smile of complication
Taken forever, to the wishes you made for home

Promises we saw, and attest to calms
Serious enough for a lucid chaste, charm in a sense
Of passion and heroism, that knew a quiet amid the qualms
Of conscience in tow, and the patience of baring the amends

Does, a heart see true?
Has, a welfare of other's seek to give
Few, and the season of spontaneity we know due
Still to you, and the irony we preach, is to live

Futures we know can, a heed
Of all that is searched for and letting a many
Become the spare and specialness of a whole breed
To come and find in the rough, of a liberty we any

Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...

Insight, insidious?
Fidelity's tows and beauty in an asks hold
Of consideration, the image of when, we are must
The rue and the role of province, with the presence of our hopes

And dreams...
Truer realization in a marveling couth
Cesate and shrewd, a lover of peace, and your whim's?
Displayed in morals and honor, to explain a speed of youth...

Spider's walk...
Spider's talk...
Spider's know the shoe for a simple sulk...
Spider's hope your wisdom is one to never balk...

Spider's compare decency in a courage's way...
Patiently, the callous hereafter of confidence said
The tale of sincerity to finish the questions we say
Are a peoples future, when days come to a head

Seemly? notice in a shall eye...
Spare and lent, a heed of redemption
A philosophy of constant vows, and us, the welcome drive
Of a salty stare with eternity, that compels of a future intimation

Redoubt erudite, ask a popularity
Realize a time, with a nary seldom
Find the eggs of promises, with ably a city?
Know a friend silent, but offering a kept question...

Time in a closed mind, secrets we avoid like ages
Termed with a stoic chaste, is my meaning clear
Sheer anarchy in the scope of how, the solitude of legends
Is an answer in motion, to select a bared future?

Look, after a heart is ours, for a thriving gift
Time is a wandering hope, to collect another lore
Since we are all so habitual, with a room for is
Can a sharing kindred, see the place of shall, intone for?

See the liberty we eschew
Time to character and patience in sense
Does a ripe old world with a message for heed and you
Has a clash of deed, come with a dread assurance?

Now is the time, to wonder aloud
Timidity is a frugal lip, to anticipate a creation
Of sincere and thoroughly meant, friends allowed
To prepare a can, with pasts and times seeking intuition

Needs in a finished won, the time of its life...
Decision's in a craved mere, the sour actual, a living proof
Of a solemn dissuasion of courage and season to include strife
Unique among youth, is a hug with psyche to live well, presence of couth?

Pondering a wishing light
Hopefully, a requited silence
In the bough and stones throe of authentic might
Chancing the ordeal of gratuity, and the smile we envoy, amends

Looking for a darkened star
Threshold and misery, the taste of another fruit
Spaces of virtue, and the miracle we never avoid, are
We the sincerity of another spice of challenges whom

See me, when the star divines
Worlds of weight, and the occur of wait
When the live and lest we give water for violence
The true destiny of childhood, when the future comes to sate

Save me from a notion so vile...
Time in tomorrows grasp, but a beauty to fall
In love with the hour of me, when sense is a price of Shiloh
And a heart of serenity voiced in cares, took to all...

For a flower in the mind of heaven
Spare and quietly honoring my somber rest
Weal in the still vices we come to heal, are a host given
To conceive the wishes of a weary soul, that has seen jealousy's best

Family (know a speed to confirm the vantage of ages)
Still the walk and talk of simplicity, worth every kiss
But a lore in travail, to see the willfulness of patience
Had the spite of resolution, till a looking marvel has made ourselves its wish...

Named after distance
Mystique in a knowing glance
Of reason among season, and avid again
Shallow will predict awkward, and ought the risks of instance

A bell by any other name
Being a world onto itself
We seldom and select, a chance fame
To seek the hope of sincerity, with met silences, wealth

Shadows seem to know where to go...
When sense and the starved stare of pious redoubt
Has the cool legend and insincere myth, with which woe...
Is a sight in the mercy of other's, the wonder of clashes to pout?

We stir the nature, and it gives us light
Made from cares and good intent, the rhyme of justice
To look beyond the ordeal of neediness, a history to right
Itself amid courage's, cope and might's adding of seasoned vice

Taste the waters offered, and you will know it to
Yearning and youth's rancor, satiated by a coming plea
Will a choice of sense admit the many, or more to understate hold
Be my voice, when passion has come for still and till, thought's real?

So done
So whether a friend has notice
Ungainly goals, with a reason to come
When sour news has a beat, to its opus, a day of sigh's

Loving the moment?
And asking the untold to witness anew
Savagery in a nut shell, seniority for a stung lip
Profuse to idiom, but know the callous way we seem, lewd

Proper use, of a requited word
Now in lore to some, rages of wishes we affront
Vernaculars of change and chastity to eschew, we are few, we are heard
Constancy to a risen specter that has a vow in mind, for don't

See the thread, Adam and the deep blue sea...
And a martyred show and tell, told to a shell of a human being
Sorry, but no body of insight without the place to blame, me?
And the stirring here and now, with a promise in the fog of seeming

A friend of year's
A catch of light on something more than terror
A prayer to ask and issue the news of whose beyond such fears
A place for dread, when all else is ours to clash, with the psyche of another tomorrow...

Lowly you
Lovely day we are, happen
Like a rainy day means clement to few
Days we recognize and say, when

Light's of courage, to seek a sincere
But droll and patient certainty
Clearly the vices we shall, and share
A day with might, to finish a gift of authority?

Music in the air, to tell of ingenue
To the wishes we word, and spare a dignity?
For, and heard even more, a misogynist's accrue
Tales of virtuosity, in house, with a special liberty

Penny on a table, we favor by name
Sallow deference, and the art of humanity's
Saving the shrewdness of hope's given, all the same
Sort's and courses in still, a heady smile of simplicity

Thank you, for a sojourn's embrace
Sweet assume in a craving due, the context of here
And now, new soon, to look beyond the fate
Of indecision in love, when shadows eschew fear...

Pretty?
And the moment we see, in an inclined future
Taken to whom and you, to weigh a silence for letting
The care of a mindful heed for what we know, is yours

Brazen promises
Which in wend, with in wonder
Wander at your own, silence of worldly vices
Poised to win, and make the noise of other's

A patient are, with a presumption's time...
To ask a neophyte question, look for me in the seeking
Of a bared hope, the taste in a rational live and let's kind
Hungry for a solemn need, in names and charity given

The future the pouts of order, and freedom
Sulk for a share, and save a stare for hope smitten...
Callous enough shadows of a fortune, in sight gleaming
With the latitude of encouragement, for a final wish in starts and fitting

Into a party of conscience, we never knew
Without the odd truth, of tender guidance to a lip
That has seen the moment for a same, chaste and common, who
Letting a word succinctly on edge worth and worth, the role of hypocrisy?

Seeing the risk, most will face the coming wind of chance
Saving a friend from abated interest, welling at the change
Of seasons into stated ages, of committal in a land strange...
But the redress of a honor as a wish has predicted, this pout has landed...

Presence of mind, to call the best of adulthood, an answer
And tradition in a league stilled, another impression of ought...
That has a concern in mind, for a strength was the avid serve
Of appreciation to come, the sense of a pout where life has wrought...

The day rained with the running man
Subtle finish, to a long and austere book
Taken with the courage of a novelty, a hardy plan
To seek the succinct, in a creation somehow thought, worth a look

Speed and insight, the tale of all generosity's...
Sake with promises, to suggest the savage before accord's light
Well meant, worth the clash we deign a virtuosity
When push comes to shove, a dalliance of senses to right...

Homes on the way, sour affront to a suggested live...
True antipathy to a question in voice, we duly understand
With an open hand, sincere enough not to know a fist
Ingratiating and spurned with a tow, we herald the grace to manned?

Welcome an issue we advise is never more subtle than scurrilous form?
A long look at the role of decency and its drive, the content
Of glass and brass, the silence we afford with a loan to vice's war?
Wouldn't a forward kiss, see the avid, one more time in the mist, meant?

The ruin is over, the rush of limelight to serve...
A new champion, a new womanhood, with a seriousness's crave
In the modesty of course and done force, were we a place of nerves
And the speed of causes so defined, by the eyes of a chaste to save?

Children with bitter but been, thumbs, taking the time...
To play the part, if not the scope of anger in a rhyme we fuse
With the consciences we same, and fate with tears of trying
A hold of heroes and kind, that has the senses of legend, for these are due

Taint a seldom?
Ain't a question?
Interim a wisdom?
Not a blessing?

Luck would have it
Sound rises and falls, of another cause
Welcoming touch to a passion we whit
Pining homes and hinting poem's of lauds

Of a rainbow with no particular place to go...
Can you see, the smile of me?
Sharing but the pause, of suggestion in a worldly owe
Could a friendly many, save your again, with a key?

To a kindred's lock, we find in favor
Of a crass enough dance, in the nature of cordial...
Looking the silence we envoy, for a time we share
In the pardon of guises and guidance, to linger in wealth

Why the mystery?
*** and the tooth of problems, we confine to certainty's
Longevity in the name of past's and hath of due intimacy
Is this curiosity so vengeful, we don't know a sleepy eye, seen?

Cute
And a heroism of journeyed voice, versus the condition we fathom
As a righting step forward, in the needs of other's, when all is who
Is the moment, and who is a mercy with it to prove, a days loan?

Courtesy
Asking the held belief of shall to wish away the meager lip
Of a requited oddity, the sense of a shape of patience to lend, order
A presence of mind, that has purpose in a call to allure, to finish...

Life of late...?
Solemn today, and singing to the sun...
Shared altruism, we are the searching fate
That claims you as a friend, where we have loved?

Late shyness
The varied goal of another meager shade
Taken to us, and the season's we brace for, and guest
Have the sense of so many futures, with an hour said

To look in the direction of us, the calling of repose
And respect, the times we favor, with a share of guidance
And the mores of when, we are a beguiled host
With the legendary to prove, the marvel of another's silence...

Come forward slyness, the tows of certainty
That has the world by its ear, the tone of veracity
Saying soft and nix, hardly ever more than what is...
The role of admiration is a handful of flowers, for a better keep?

Somber news for a spry attitude, the exception and the powers that lead?
A hereafter to all, and may we fate, a creation with moment's bested
Being the causes we few and soon, which to some is the only way ahead
Prices of wan, wisdom and practice, pristine and wonder; pleasance

Shadows we never could, without couth in our arms, if not secrets...
Same side of accept as a found friend, that has a live, not lucre?
Callous focus and the sordid exchange of comprehension in methods...
Despair we heed, and excuse with a strength if liberty has it to serve

Felt worldly, felt in
Sorry, names with a reach for peace...
And precisely games with a reason
Have the paces of sore eyes, have at least...

Door to door smile, we left to the silent
To gingerly groom and reflect upon, the wishes
Of a proper house of halt and hap, the indigent
Lucre of politeness, that expects the best of am and it's issues

Welcome home, lover
Welcome history, to a fantastic ride
Of claims in the marveling strength, and overt
Chastity we favor, to accept another opinion is sighed...

Hour's of fun and elation, taken for running decision's
Of remembering the fame of our presence, the tale
Of delight, at the end of a star, where home makes intuition's
And the spill of light that earns, a mention in salt, never fail?

Thank you, honey...
Thank you, darling...
Thank you, for questioning a sudden glee...
With the answer's of a callous worth with a room for yearning...

Still a simple stare in the done, the loans of curiosity...
And the meeting place of courage in the doles we find
Under a stone, a tree and the fruit of virtuosity
Thank you, for noticing the prayer's we envy, and sense all in a nobility trying

With patience for a house being built...
Judged futures and their collection, of many to give a truth
Where flowers play and skip with the sun's rays, sharing wills
Playing the part and a shoulder of admiration, every man could...

Poor old shine
Of a shoe in love
Star's to guide by
And a mercy meant to introduce a covenant

Welling hour's
Without the likes of you?
As shrewd as we are
The demure need of sense and actual collusion

Where we admit it to suggest
A collapse of beauty into life, the misery we lest?
Is a shallow beckoning, a somber test?
Will a shared eye, know the lovelorn, if instinct guesses?

A rose from a tree, is a welcome friend
Ought and distance to a sworn duty, living for well
Suppose and craft, of a kindred
That asks so subtle a question, is love only for the soul?

Reasons to run, and reasons to walk
Talk of a coming happiness, that is long in the truth
Of oddity we identify with, a host of cares to sulk
Will a favorite with on your behalf, lead to us, knowing youth?

Wealthy old shyness...
Of a shown about, courage to love
Energy in realized health, a world to bless
With the coming heed, and sincerity of yearning, for us...

Interest in a calling
Bird, rhyming with the day
"Simple worth in a reckoning wish, before sunlight falling"
"Should a season without them, take the share in a ray?"

Simple news for a coming season...
The rise and faring of the land
To awaken and see, the charity to a showing song
That began with here, and end with what we and...

Total's of presence of mind?
To save the curiosity of another fate, befriended by solace?
We deem and care for, the patience of history before kind
Anticipation, and the role of leaving the news with fate's may...

Shallow to a reality, that came with portrayal?
Time in a long row of surmise, known for a smile...
Taken to living's resolve, we seek for better heart's of stay
That has taken the day, with a reasoned shape of all the while?

The birds know this, but a man or woman may not...
True to another kept, and with, a share in careful couth
Has a courtesy to see, and a conscience to taste, in lots
Of health we can see, and heed we can begin in another's youth?

Penny left to me
Penny in the news, a stated alarm
Penny set to sight's, a song in a key
Penny liberated, from the misery and it's charm

Penny with a frightened stir
Integrity to vouch in the distance
A light of common surprise, to this world, unearthed
We are the dance of voices, that come and go, in shadows

Wink's cost the chance...
But *** is a role we all can play...
Sour vantage and the salt of curiosity, amends...
We afford with each other, where grounds of patience come to say...

Decency was a fool for us
Made to accept the actual and the pangs of heed, moment's
Of its kind, and nature of a length of a bared hush
Is a wall to understanding, that has become prayer's and relents

Shame it had to be youth, though...
Coming and going with a smile to issue a cheerful plea
Sincere, the name of composure in our midst, a wish and a couth
Time to understand the twinkle of a star, that has seen me

Least and privacy, the salt of courage for a fleeing night
Known to be, a carnal lip, but where is remorse so sated
If not the wealth, of seed and conscience that came to age in rights
In the limelight of urges and contempt, we now keep lest, fated

Liking the box
No, non, nowhere in play
Severe the sound, of a tolling music, see the lock?
Patient information will secure a keeping past, to hate

Pinch of popularity for you...
Soiled lip's and avarice, all in a blessing's row
Shape and deference, will we excuse who...
Is to be, alacrity with a brazen voice, a song we owe?

Taint and pander...?
Reaching for misery's ghosts, aloof justice
In the bow of our wonder
Is a friend in need, still a friend in a meant paradise?

Questioning the ****, the vices of common poise
Willing and sensitive, the truth in a handshake...?
We will remember with a new choice, the eclectic sort's
Of a coming history, with the place and name of a fate?

Treasure in a hurried eye, to well at the sight of my promise
Tender chances and their mores, wasn't a future so refined...
Callous as a wish with the wind, in a sail to clash?
The roses provided save all for a wait, of another and a sign...

Dancing with the devil...
Where I've been, where I've stolen a kiss
Shame in a droning beat, to these we pray of a savior, living with stilled
Stars and veracity, to claim a service of comprehension as is

Heat
And the divine judgment of cool rhythm, even cooler running
To adjust to the stir of a pathetic misogyny, in the name of we
See of habit, ode and brief need; as a climate for heed, gunning...?

Named for sexes nature
Willful and observing the taste
In a relationship's source, an open curiosity
To question and answer the bared promise

Will we step over that line?
Has it ever been anything but...
Salt in lore and its composed shadow in time
Will we save the rue of growing thought's and spaces meant

Shall we begin?
The tooth of religion
In sour ways, we take the times to overture, in a careful horizon
To see the chastened, the simple, and the prodigy of again

Seeing is believing if you have no eyes...
But might makes risen worlds, a named shame to fight?
When all of a shrewd thought in your direction, is having spite
The tow of unity is ours, for a joke and a song of what is right?

Yes
I do, and with a remnant kiss to remind
The thief of assumption in the many, is me with a lest
Anger that comes to these, for a legend of sense, so sublime...

Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...

Remember the all, is more
Whether and ancient fashion, to a welling night
Reality see's your moment, and it's sore
Kind, if not keep of silent right's

Shall we advance, to the imagination
Of a creed, in the stir we have selected
For a friend in need, and a seldom seen
Marvel of conscience to what a mind reflected

Playing in the storm, we had our commotion
True to times and harbored thought, feel the nerve of the world...
Shadows and spice, and everywhere with a fellow to question
Is a looking ought, or is a walking with it's decision, asking us to word...?

A song by God?
Thread and honor's impression, with a callous stone
To enable the redoubt of a coolly made heed for laud
Sent to is and issues, and isn't and isolation, without a being home?

Yearn and show the worth of a new friendship, we are here...
To be bold, and brash, the benign rational of a hopeful candor
To enrich a momentary lapse of understanding in the vote, of we're
The clash of simply the service to an ideal, with a wish's harmony

Form here to eternity...
A wave of surmise, and sakes, if decency
With a rolling heed, and the calm we needed
With the hath of a naked moon, roses in history...

Look, and see...
Tomorrow on a painted lip, taken to a wishes heart
The threshold of ****, and show your mind me
Another whether about, or with however's reach we knew would start...

A timid race, sharing the panic
And the **** of agony, for the hurting touch
Of what once was a marvel, and now a season so tragic...?
Luminous atrophy in the hands of earning, for another youth, all too suicide for much...

Finalize and seldom, to rhapsodize again in endless opinion
The archaic horses of numbing freedoms, music in the heavens?
Worth once more, and the lauded harmony we win
The childhood of anger, we appreciate with pining's heathen...

Suppose for once:
Compassion's legend of lover's let in a leap, as if the industry of hope
Sacred sincerity taken to an intuition and yearning, of golden sorts, worth begun
Looking one more time, for a friend with a head for a daydream's call, and a nefarious joke...

Kings in wiser halves and starts, stops of indecency
Fateful so a final lip, soul's liberty in ably love, to finalize hunger?
Among the sky and the blame we make, for a salt to find all's history...
Welcome to the star, say we, that said good bye to a bitterness we know you have sung:

Pretty privilege, and the courage that knew you, so well...
The imagination we chose, with the terror of strength, in hours
Asking from heard to epitome, and the adding of common risks, like a bell
We see your cause is real, if not in a mentioned world, so lover's...

Had the time of their lives, if not a delicate balance with reason's shudder
Of a cold shoulder, a shrewd navel, and a legend of jewels
That have it to say, the count of cares, and the gifts of leaders
To a flame, of when a head full of seclusion is pulpable, without angst to spare the rule...

Yearning poise?
Another soul to bother
Worthier phrases in a choice
Hand to shake, like a season of others...

Total's of sense, and survived anxiety
To take their time of a lovelorn embrace?
True to simple heed, and a heathen sovereignty
Slow moment's, on the behalf of a needy facts, if not patience to face?

Kiss me when I am ready, the turn of is...
Into isn't a welcome share, of deem and its duty
Required in the safety of our misogyny, a comparative bliss?
To seek a new finality to a friend's endeavor, mere and dear we...

See the wings of a time...
We stole from beguiling kisses, the don't of remain
The dole of severity to change its mind, for a spare trying
Till we issue anger's charm, and its focus of eyes that ordain...

Wishes?
And the spate encouragement of suppose before the height legendary
Tarry in a shown way, to ask, if intimation is a speed to if
A hero has a moment in held belief, or is this the shadow of decency?

See the guarantee of a lowly hand, come with all and purpose
And the might in a shall, we divine is the poise in a presence?
Found virtue and clues, of the demand of another host...?
Here is a shred of saving many, from the powers that be, again

Compose another, early bird
If we entertain a mercy's thought
Acting with life, inching closer to charisma's heard
Letting the miracle of it's specialness, have all for image and not

Imagine the count, of repose
Silly old me, the tact of decision
The mores of propriety, a worldly hour to lose
The notion of a distance to a problem, that has no equality for intuition

Sweet old honey, ready to introduce a different plan
The taken moment's, to the siring of another keep
Worth one more step than we thought, the integrity we and
And the coming heart of deliverance, with it to seek

Like childhood, no even adult sophistication
Has the hurried brow of composure, a milk to memories
That complete the tender hope of angel's and their intimation
Whether a toll of embarrassment or the erudite youth of consideration, we see...

Trust, in me
Sour and ageless hope
Turned to evocative we
Still a threshold of since, and a clash with youth

Places to divulge
Animosity in a craving hour
To tell a rhyme and a reason, from work's we indulge
Are ourselves, the name and meter of compelling dourness?

To live with the brazen promise
Turned to instill, and the austerity of could...
Courage sake a welcome, to lip's we advise
Are ours, for a sight, a kiss and a levity of when would...

Age keep a smaller promise, in the name of being
Wishes and fortunes day, to realize a calling
Taken from your strive, your hidden senses, leading
A wholeness to winds of voice, and its vision, the passion galling?

Strength in a clarity to detail the silence, welcome
Thought's and endeavor, to still the notion of veracity, plain
Justice and callous here, to befriend the gift of seldom
And history in a learning curiosity, to understand same

A charity that has stood for you...
Energy's and careful reply's, to risen help and the health we intone
Taken to reasoned shares in a destiny to accrue, the unity of beauty
We ask for only a second chance, at the revelation of needs, we maybe have already won?

Kiss of a king
On the decisive plane
Worth, once and meandering
Freedom in future hands, we hadn't in aim?

Space for tendered kind, where is, where want
Is a pleasance with the rational, too devoid...
Of our observation, the lucre we mete, we haunt?
With shrewdness to ask, is all of terror your choice?

Of a remorse living in the land
Still and vantage willing, proud to venture forth
Seasons of it, pittance or pristine, the consumption
Of seasons of might, we tell the tale of vice, and its source

Many miles away, the problems of a sovereignty
Share with us, the toil of every man, truth...
Is our hope and honor, to sake a world by a surprising lead?
To what was, a stare with complexity, to envision it's youth...

Sound like a stoic party?
It and even more so, if a cloth of substitution
Hail, and starkness able, are we to see the commotion we leave
As an indelible mark of heed, the silence of intimation...

Would? (if not share the paces and names of portent)
Shall we envoy a redoubt, the times to entail an orthodoxy come?
She and the mores in a he's strive, for whom we seem the call to when?
The risen are a friend, the halt and heroism of when eyes become lover's...

Times we did
Times we didn't
Times we saved
Times we silence

Courage is ours, says our self
Memory served, actuality parted
Creating the difference between you and me
Sharing but the idea behind a kind, wishes started?

Brazen triumph, of a nose to contain
A requited more, we find is a presence
Of virtue included, the tale of moments, vain
But delighted with a beauty, risen to rights, and again

The clash of veracity, in a host we will know
The clamor, the clever, the coy voice of promised
Cliques, and the truth of a mercy for owed
That has the light with a friend, like worlds we appoint, to history

Treasures and vices, we know we can make
A simpler and happier courage, that has sharing to say
Pout and people, bout and bell's, we know as sake
That came and went, until we were ready...

Looking the place, and the timely chance we have
Assume and could, willing fate a better pace
Areared and seemingly the turn of choice into a helluva
Good time, that has a trophy for you, the consciences we face...

All and spice
Asked who see's my shadow?
Can I have the catch of light
Any and spry, make a need we avow...

Roses are ours...
Violet's are other-wise power's...
Sugar is swollen times, if a lover's...
And so are yours, the reason we follow...

Until avoid has said, the promise
Is a legend in the skill's, of courtesy
The taste of burden, and the chance of vice
We made in requiem, to a love with yearning, to hurry...

Praise be a patient, gift?
Of silly neglect, and the giggling half?
Of a ****** smile, we notice is a reign and lived...?
Of absolution, where a star has voiced, sass...

Places of pressure, paces of passivity
Candor at the cost, of a special limit
To anger and the oddity of courage, trusted to nativity?
Showing the muscle, and keeping a reach for what we meant...?

A kiss with society, and a hair parted on the wrong side of the head...
How do I know this, and a halo of consensus that came to earn...
A passion in the lime and the liberty we enthuse is a light, far ahead?
Do I smell rage in your charity, or is this hug a nose for fear?