Notion to notion
World's away from it's summation
Till a shape of destiny show's
Here and now, the voice of indication

Paces with a stare...
Reason's behind the wall of sound
Places we know can, but took too seriously?
Where has a meant season, saved art allowed?

With the dance of harmony, we foretell as a body's key
The tooth we know, looking for devotion
The truth we owe, for out a sincere oddity
The tendency we go, with once in motion

Meticulous, the voice we hear
Time in its round about, turn with patience
Of the common prowess, to fulfil a world
Saying to us and them, do thoughts age?

How is yet, our soul purpose?
Aged reciprocation, a queue of wrath
Since apt, is a war with no host...
Places of passion, set to a music to never add

Odd, the taste
Of vehemence's flower
Set to sweeter haste
Implied ordeals have a certain power...

Mercy, no more...
A mirror of lewd fantasy
Seeing me step forward
Has harbored, my indignity...

Salt, I know you
Quiet, when fingers of the sun
Arrange the day, for a wind to blow
An image saving not, from a seldom, so cunning...

Professed voices
With a moment, to look and see...
A curse so sweet, presence of a choice
That has a hand, for each blindness we be...

Vampires with flowers
Don't notice me with when
Hero, I came for you, before it sours
Like-wise, with anarchy's cowl, I don't sin...

Happy, is a dire field?
Here is my moon, my first more
Does a ******, increase the yield...?
Naivete; is this moon the beginning of a war?

Woe be a seemly world...
Of the same house of prayer...
As a wholesome lip, that, becomes a cherub
Ask me now, if vampire's share...?

When flowers earn a smile...
A shared essence, a lethal ball
Has rolled and rolled, ruling a while
In front of a noble season, for which I have invented a wall...

With me, there is altogether...
Without me, there is a pride in a rage
Withheld from me, is your kindness to bother
With a bared flower, have I seen patience, age?

Instinct (and the candor it took)
Kiss me when the intentions are ripe
Longevity is a toothsome notion, as if a guiding music
Has the voice to carry, a welfare from here to sun's light

The seen sought, a voice with more than a lip
Of a marvel meant, and deemed a friend?
To the fate we stir, with all of a hosts extravagance, a wit
Of summary heed, to a lived example, praying to be lent

Caught in a hushed tone, the truth...?
Is for any who would listen, a stone of charisma...?
Caring but for the our of decision, we have let a youth
Become the notoriety of since, and a charity of weal to say:

I grow a fruit, with kindness in mind
Tense and awkward, a hope of sincerity's homage to choose
Between a holier water that laud has to rhyme
Or an earthen seclusion of devotions, if may is to be few

Blow and service to an ideal, a harrowed simplicity to vaunt
The gifts of are, a might the fate of all who came
Or is a wealth its own reward, the other opinion in a song?
With babbling lips, and an echo of hearts, the irony of same...

A course of decision, in the name of solidarity
Sent to effused, if not enthusiasm of coping with worth
As a herald of powers and judged same, as the doting charity
We made the privilege, of a prowess in cares, that is many certain

Heed a friend when they are somber, and justice will come
See a friends need becomes the letter of sigh's, and decency is a gift
Keep a friends shadow in reach, and they will know more than home
Heathen a friends smile, here and now a shared eye will lift

Totals of serendipity?
And the quasi focus, of life on knowledge
With a realm to its unction, the reality of another candid liberty
Has become us, the timid and guaranteed forth, of persuasion come of kinds tenuous age

Of course, eye candy
Had in a rise of temptation
With somber welcome, is rage handy?
Brazen and tender, is dancing a nation?

Compare ours to us...
Requited anarchy, with a moment
To tell hatred to take a bus
Cross town, when we know cope is silent...

Night
And the being start to something better
Shake your pass, or keep your house light's on, right?
If we stake a claim, on our sleepy whether?

Another rainbow with a pet pity...
Sick or spit, a smile at you...
Waiting on your color, lady liberty
Have we accepted truth, as a key to simpler futures?

Where a fire in opuses heart, is my fruition
Ten fingers and ten toes, with adding imagination
I see the prophecy, in a dance with intuition
That you left to integrity, for yourself; soap and patience

Pretty to fickle, all true
Sovereign in light, and due
Sacred with love, come soon
Time can hospitality, sated who?

Rhythm of a pacing simplicity
Acts and freedom, to tell a story...
Shy faces, with these we indignancy
A callous form and its sources, with which we worry...

Worlds away...
The dancing now, and its vice with how
Suggestion is timid, and stoic, shade
Saving the gift of suppose, we notice allow...

Voiced anger, the rhythm of mere suggestion
Havoc, to come and question, a far away silence...?
Minds to verify a given stone, the break for intimation?
Is ours; are they esteem, or are they courting a promises chance?

Pity a fool for the future...?
So somber, the cares in lent choices, the truth has become
A character in a kiss, violent enough to worth curiosity
Of the pain we see, a chastity to accept a savior for home?

Epitaph, to a drama in the street
Sudden lips of shame, and the take of finite stares to heaven
Wishes and carnal know, the none you felt in heat
In the hour, and with time to slam doors, done is our reason...

Roses over the farm
With machines to watch
Liberty is a quiet worth, in long marches
With tact to establish, and wantonness to match?

Working for an undue cloud, is like this
A host of wishes so profound...
Without any habit oft heed, for comparative bliss?
Of a human choice, in the shadows of a world

We grow the obvious
And harvest the complex, complete to winks
And stinks of the nowhere, many in seldom to discuss
The wages of simplicity, to know a character of what is...

Arts of the ******, wish for more...
Aches of intellect, service an ideal...
Acts of ingenue, know a craving host for order...
'And the scope of justice in the land, is it all and sanity, to heal?

Wounds of the ley, the avarice of a noble land?
Has stood, and begun the counting
Of a worthier wish than a clash of energy's at hand
With the pleasance of meager insight to keep, is suicide pouting?

Sated by remorse
An evil eye, a salient gift
Silent to you, is the first of many worse?
Speeds of compliment, to understate an eye to lift...

Roads of paradise?
And the heat of a romance's kindness
Swear by the austere, a callous force to wizen?
In the mind of decency, is the sanity of guidance to attest...

A kiss of harmony...
And the children of sincerity, with no moment of goals
Sovereign tools of seldom seemed, alive in the sky's intimacy
Pick your poison or your letter, a challenge of dismay is here to fulfil

Likened to stillness of a metal that has the time...
Stir your future in a clashing spoil, of what was our hope
Saved by stone, and the still eternity of steel, is God after your life?
Notice the momentum of love, sanity is a relationship in hatreds cope

Blue of the sky...
Seldom with a kissed order, to heart and the thirst...
Of ventures and seem, ready to give you an able why
Just for the canniness of promises, the sky has burst...

Justice for a friend
Salutations in a frank history
See, my eyes have a care, to lend
A word to the wise, for a pleasance's epistolary

Poorer, the tale of jealousy...
Sophistication, if not a clashing hour
To develop the cares, of a song so heady
With the passion of decency, the curiosity of sincerity, so dour...

Patience, a bridge of domain...
Sour to touch, but roam greater by need
Somehow, they are the scope, of a prodigious aim
We are to be a callous deed, in the reach of powers, even heed...

A wish for longevity, with a prayer for eyes
Saving the might we dote, for a baring hope
A tally of cause, to collect another world, to its heart for what sigh's
Is but a song, that remains in light, even when we understate those

Purpose under a living lead
To and for from, the seldom we see
In the reach of kinds, of gifts and miracles we seem
Another may and can, the salts of salvation, we be...

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

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

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

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

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

Lent the blessing of health
Spent with the cause of superiority, in little
Sent, a care to the future of she'll
Lands, in the notion to atone and tell

Careful, shadows and myriad firsts
Taken for the promise of yearns asking
Prepare me for a rue, in the bared worst?
The tightness of a mercy, has saved kindred lacking

Penny's of might...
Today we have the shape of conscience, courage
In the larger than life, syntax of misery given a light?
Of weal, and the same's we kept, for a youth, in patience

No legend worth its might...
Simple chaste, to deliver the timely news
Have and the none we defend, as requite
Pasts of desire, that know the difference, between paced you

Here is a reason in the vested more...
Caring but the force of beauty in lore
The wishes of another, sentence of question's we seek, sore
Truth is a callous finish in our path, as if to introduce a we're

Hateful sincerity, for a hair of a chance?
Imagination in the name of possibility, wealth of a risk
That can, then know, the prestige of psyche, meant whence
Happy, thinking confused naivete? Have we subsumed is?

Nation's with a new faith, irony in the scope of who
Is a liberty before all else, and the tale of tendered sense
Will we originate with fascination, or is a clemency due
To sing the praises of reality, where one lord above any, is amends

Now is, new isn't
Nothing but succinct...
Compare me to something besides wisdom?
Have you seen a care, without believing...?

Can seldom become an occult?
Impatience is mine, for sincerity, to a fault
Sweet Christ, am I a have's vivid salt?
Void is my name of you, until I select light for shalt...

Irony is an awakening source...
Simple futures, fruit like a question
Angel's of a feather, finish a lot with love's force
Answer's of chastity, haven't received my blessing

But beauty has...
An age to itself
Letting bother become your fascination
Is another question, of powers and their wealth?

When a tree makes a wish for you...
Is the world its lord, or should you clarify
An our of held lips, until harmony is due...
The truth of a voice, known as a miracle's vanity

Simplicity
Had like a child with no forethought
Quiet, angel, thinking joy implicitly...
Is a babes dream, even where love is not?

Not the taming wind?
Severity, in the name of solemn justness?
Can a vice, be a lover's stare, to lend
The our of presence; of mind, kindred, and bless

What has my lip, for another sigh?
Of peace, the still remaining share
Of life; so many, so many mind...
Even when peace is a step forward, sensation cares

Callousness, are we a fate, in silences fury?
Of prayer; notice the shade we compel
To look one more time, a sated cause to carry
Away the copious day, that is for more than another haste of hell

Here to say, stay
Outward limits we will know
With a new solemnity, with an ear for any
Who would save me, from the mind I blow...?

Was water my lover?
And due another question
Of mercy and its lover, so your...
A choice made; a house of blessings?

A church that ****** my brains out
Named clergy's epistle
A wish I followed till kingdom's come's pout
I fear you like a smile in the world...

Awkward promises
To begin an ending that thought more
Than the race of love, before it loses
A handsomer prayer, for a devil called forth...?

Shame, we run like your future
Silver tongues, golden lungs
Longing for tomorrow, like a few was certain...
To wish again; who is mere and who is strong?

This kiss cost me, a mercy's shadow
Simple risk's and rises of sincerity, found
With a second prayer, of wind and rain to owe
That asked, is it all right to admit allowed?

Tales of presumption, a city of angel's
Quiet was my need, like a chat to lead
The service of an ideal, that keeps you well...
Acts, deed and time, to look far ahead

The sound you swim with...
Poise, can a fish remember your hands?
Or the feet of austere powers, that meant...
A look of life, to and with the might of lands

Swallow our pride?
Thus said the fury of anger:
Liberty is a long run with a heart full of shied...
That a season has its own for a care to wonder

By and asked the spirit of me...
In the mind of mercy
Is a wisdom to know, sharing is energy
With the time to say, is love waiting on history?

Thank you, for a prayer
I stir in the hands of another
I take for worth, and the beauty of care
Which when asked, why is God a timidity to bother?

No name provided
Sit and have a conclusion, vice
In the wishes of other's, the truth of a tongue
To remember the resolve of we're, twice

Simply a nice day to behold...
Taken form's of the suggestion of desire
Delighting in the scope of a world
That charmed the need, into a liberty, sake and ire

Ironic meeting you here...
Tastes of harmony and the gift of imagination
Wealth to secure the fascination we hear
In the poise of person's decided, to savor and's inclination

Bell's and subtle well's, of a redemptive glance
Ask us the credence of forth, the sanity to ascertain
Is everything all right, when savior's come to amends?
And a clock has said the obvious, we are one until invited, maying

Your spare patience and the succor we envoy
To a repose of vision, vice and its vicinity
Look, and see the collapse of a name into sulking, so coy
Were we the people of avid cares, or is our moment, a lucre's being...?

Waited women
Sojourning men
Accuracy, for a doling wind
Sophistication, and their children...

Purpose ought a promise...
Sans a wishful eye, we knew you...
Truer by a salt; a fault to wizen...
Collapse and see, the honor you are due...

Adding hours, with their causes
Risque, is the name of sinister works?
But with reality to invest, the cares are odd...
Of a reason in love with bests, the smile of worsts?

Callous
Actual liberty, to worth in the limelight...?
A voice so simple, that it is the speed of us
Viewing the mercy in a lived seem, are we forever, right?

Lies to the patience, the turn of solace into deems weal, real...
Have the excuse of decisions few, but forces of a secret's wish
Has become the only way to pardon life, a heart to steal?
Hatred is cheap, when your mind swims with a fish...

God's heaven
Smiles of decency, for a frightening halt to it
Timid futures, with a place for love, even given
Only lead by the truth of us, sincerity and wit...

Sleep of the, ages...
Sent to went, the tilling eye of loves sate...
Merit in one more kindness, above which is life's wages...
Time with no proof, of what is a lovers fate...

****, knowing you
Straight fingers and sated backs
Where has an image of power, been?
Liberty in a handful of flowers, is what lacks?

Curiosity, at the price of privilege?
Somber hands, are we a callous voice?
Hindrance and silence, with a taste for religion?
Has a coping integrity, that supports my choice

Dread has known so many...
Future shadows, and the grace to be a caring
So if, in the name of this, the poise of lending
So it, in the name of bliss, a waited hand full of daring

So in, to be the confusion of a composed face
Placed in wishes that came and went, with muses
Such a shrill note, to look and see the stare we pace
Sorrow and defiance, forever married to a chastity, which enthuses:

Arbitrary liberty's name for pride...
Succor and decision's vex, to remember the pardon
Of my wealth of sunshine and grounded method, to a sighed
Welcome to needs life, to a haste's treasure that is only, a life's question?

Rainbowing guff
Which wasn't whether other wise
The ordeal of love
Was ours, a heart to despise?

Wagers appear
Salt for honey
Quiet for pepper
All out, for the money

Sat urges
Complete the stalking...
When misery has a word...
Isn't a stickler for how, wishes walking?

True...
We have the odor of anxiety
Made to order, made to due
The impossible, in order of tragedy...

Complex cousins
Ready to dance, obligation, into the light
When such, a saving grace, has seen the poison
Blind bell's on the route, to what fate might...

Wishes, I never wanted:
But prayed for...
Include me, when a sun fronted
A song; justice, for a silence that were

An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption
I have yet to find, in misery
Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention
Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty

A chance's meeting...
Without a soul's music...?
Then, in though is a fleeting
Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic

Patience, am I dead, when you smile?
Paradise's praises...
A lie's prayer, that I created with denial
Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages?

Curious, the taste in sunshine...
A tattered hat, with must to adjourn
A rational source, to a lover's whine
Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn?

A sunshine, a clash of worldliness
Sent to rage, for a climate of pain
That has seen you, in the voice of pasts
Proud, vengeful and sated...

I see the presence of meaning...
Hearing your coy world, become a flower
The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming
The scent of sin, now just death's power...?

Left to one's own devices?
Me and the notion of you in a tree
Saving the world, for a smile that rises
Above the clouds, when a tale comes to freedom

Pensive, and looking the part
Meandering hopes, that come to finite ends
Like time, to merit a new season to start
A total of contemplation, free and few to lends

Will we seem the better of cope, a half of since?
True to day's fascination
And the coming honor of a nobly thought wind
Bare with us a moment in the sun, wearing cloth of many

And due call, to a worthier shoulder
Known this way and that, the curiosity of what was a nod
To the silence we envelop with the clash of shares, somehow older
But now the decency of a good natured kiss, looking where silence ought

Mighty is the name of this tree, saving hidden more
Time in love, with both and the risks of uncertainty
Taken for a liberty we gather, is future with it to assure
Happy is the sincerity of a found friend, with it to show, a tree...

War of the worlds?
Two awkward planets walk into a burp...
Since we are a gift of misogyny to a babe, early...
Actual lip's if joy and gaiety, to earn?

Fascination of this sort...
Patience to fritter away to nothing?
Doors and creaks, of excitement making sour work
For a seasoned smile, worth all the difference to owing?

Left to their own devices, the tale of courage...?
Coped and silly to a needy eye, with it to love...?
Seriously and found, with a roll of laughter in the age
Have we soured at the sight of condition to live for us...

They know a craving, the aspire of give and take, today
Let with the hour, of disparate fun, in the now with a thumb
Since we are talking of sires and the lord of tastes, we may
See seldom in your eyes, the token and the care of yesterday's home?

Hell, itself, or a belch of a worlds to accuse?
Sight and reticent lends, of a soul with anger to fuse?
Look and see, said an infant once, will we enthuse?
The moments of conscience, like tomorrow to save, a friend soon?

Get the joke?
Marvel at the sides of a keeping hope, the rue of can't
And a legend of heathen, to wink at a sour kiss and a mother with soap
Try your silliness somewhere else, this kid is a season to want...

A pet ...
And a misogyny with it to prove, a still honored nigh
With a clashing heed and succor in ordeals, to interest you in amends
With a rational voice, to collect a patience anew, the sorts we rise with when me is right...

Named Semblance, darling...
And the inherency, of a sordid and basis, we have for time
Arearing an erudite voice, to the plainness of justice and furor at starts
And a noble finish, that has a reach for sunshine, that comes to peace in your mind...

Ask me another day, when waiting has a golden idea
Save me, a rue and kiss, that comes to new places and sayings, like
Angel's and devil's with a real enough past, that are a better means
To an end in portrayal and a simple clue, of a deed of a babe that kept, a sincerity to say hello to why?

No fork
No spoon, until life looms
No knife, without friendship to implore
No plate, to make a wish without room...

For more...
Special is the need
Of compelling, to understate sore
Feelings about the rue and the role of thee

Sent to sweet for an eventual chastity
The chiding of gall, to subsume, we favor
The limit's of worth, a world can save, by vanity
Of coolly and calmly clashing with a problem's suitor

Spare or seasoned
The tale you seek, came with the force of promises
Made and sometimes fate, is a fickle keep, of reasoned
Many to jump into an argument, of sense and the nobility of lives

Know fork, the taste of complexity, to give rage a gift
Know spoon, the till and the handsomer will of cordiality
Know knife, for itself, the common and the baring eyes of distance
Know plate, coming here and now with a future for you, nativity

Sweet unction, resolve
And in a heart's stare, the pining of salt
Has found me, the ruse and the finger of all
Sincerity is such a chaste hero, with joy for fault?

Poise to venture a laugh, were we the voice of simplicity?
Cause curious, or the vows of dismay, in the way
Have we the each, a realm to better asking, a silence...
See and prove, the march of time in the name...

Of powers poor enough
To wait on silence, once upon an eye
Here is your avidity, taken to fate still aloof
Since you do, am I a wish in the past of could, I whine?

Spoken and told to sleep well and fair, I know you
With the cares and veracity, we dote is a memory to youth
Where waking up to the point, is still a history we should
With noble lips, and reasoned kisses, that complete the truth...

Soul's with a biding, a presence of mind
That look and that music, of estranged desire, come home
For a salty wish in the name of more silence than kindness
Shall, the sojourn to yet and overt, is the only way to love them...

Oil in a hap
Oil with a friend
Oil asks who is after
Oil mores a call of ends

Day of reclusion
In the street, before creation...
Nothing will; a wishes invitation?
Pretty avarice, adoring the common?

Oil breaks an intuition's, promise
Merely a choice, in circumstance
With a how, have we rage without vice?
Interviewing a chance...

Weal, is most a chauvinism?
Keep a care, key a crush
Of existence, is your eye-fall on a kiss?
Spare me the details, can we move with must?

Entertain me with worldly advances
Like introspection, worth has passed
Over to paradise, in a boat of romances
Named, "The Consideration's Past"

Rescue us...
In the order of haven't; heat and seasons
Here to stay; committing adultery is thus
A shared memory, we know for angelic reasons

Rescue does...
Destiny with a fine key, for privileged locks?
Come with a final wish, only because
Windows in love, sake the life of why we walk by...

Impressions of awe, of watched sincerity...
Meant and made, sent and shade
Pride is such a world, for the pardon of irony
That has the time; close the door when they fade...

Another blue day
With a bet in the spoken word's
We save from a meeting with stray
Winds across the face of the world...

Many uses for ably, sympathy's name
No one knew, except the baring of me
Taken to exception, with quality's tamed
By the sound of a voice we have never been?

Space for a new friend?
Life in the caste of hour's, total's
Of redemption and pain, nearing an end
That says the call of a price, for will's

Another blue day
With ear's to hear, and a mind to owe
The claim of sincerity that is, by odd's and may
The role of liberty, in my hands to know?

Weighted
For home, to see any fated
Light, and its heart...?
Worth without, a coping all to start...?

So, waited...
Has a view, of harmony sated
An inclining deem of reason...
Sat in a heat's shadow, to endure a desire's season?

Quiet forces
Witnessing, an acquiring sense of worsens...
Has the youth, for are's demonstration
Poignancy and burden, love, precisely my notion...

The awakening sun
Promising any moment with the truth, won
Twain is a parables pardon
For what cares love, has become...

The sanctified night?
With almost, the belly of always, right...
Sense of a serious less, given a sighs guest to many ways
Are we to dance well under the stars, if a shine of liberty, mays?

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...

Watch a bar of soap, marvel?
Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap...
But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul
Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker...

***** with a racier past, friend?
Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek...
Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's?
Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...?

Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall...
Here of love, to make many more than meant
In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little
And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat?

Talc, and each...
Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness...
At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach...
For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless...

That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor
And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings?
To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query
Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...

Totally, for ever more, as sure...
Spirited away
With our eyes watching the sun, curious
The glare of history, is with us to say...

I love to see you, love
Cause and creation
When nights roam, spirit even does
The obvious, a heart to know needs sensation...

Has become...
Our soul reason to exist
Letting the lent have a taste of home
We are the people, who have happiness to list

Rage was such an old man
Sitting in his overdue chair
Pregnancy, layovers, and books; have a plan
Will a secret arranged to excuse sharing's stare...?

At this time, the bills came to be paid
Heat, grocery's and rent
Where we were, the eyes of what we said...
Alive, in the name of life, we meant...

Avidly, the war of roses
So settled an argument
For a silent reproach, have what loses
A yet and a set time, for a hidden arrangement

Speed with a definitive smile
On the behalf of ides we never sated
Without the spoil to be, of an earning while
Saved from a declining share, in fated...

Doors
In the vanity we make, with surreal liberty's
Somewhere to love a silence, that has you to form
Dreams and a stir of wonder, with a reaching host to seek

Simple wishes for a graceful season, sun in the sharing...
Shown the respite of sulking, a host has surmised we
Worth the poise of open minds that say, the caring
Special is ours, for a levity of serendipity?

Yours?
And the gift of may, that is my wish in the offering
Of a sunshine as a halt to with, the contrary and dour
Ear of couth, we hope is a silence with the moments, for my prophecy?

Cheery, the does of charity
Caring for cope; like a saving grace...
Sweeter minds, compare liberty
To a beauty, with lucre to face...

World's of wishes
Working for wisdom's solemn might
Is like a house of reality's, is...
A heart of harkening, with time to be right?

Sakes be praised...
Philosophy, acceptance, and luck
Merit, a capable look at chastity's age
I am the times, with more to tuck...

Meager kinds, methodical why's
Of a simpler wish than trouble
Sweat, secret's, lovers that shy...
Wakeful vices, and the sincerity of waits habit, restitute and or whole...

The stares of time
To wonder, is a wandering could requite?
Long loosed, and seclusion, trying...
Could a harrowed light, be instinct so bright?

Like true, like more, in cold regret
Harrowing mars of simplicity
Have the taste of a house where we met
The nerves of sense, come for stance and audacity

Miles above our repose, a storm form's
The tale of complexity, to serve as a door
Where we wink, stink, and think the minding of norm's
Suggesting the guidance of a hand along the reach of other's

Sincere rain fall's
The torrent asking the house to understand
Were we the same of unity, oft a happier but silent wall?
Or is a gift of room's and their sides, a fear we can...?

Tenatiously, the isn't and the done
Realizing the truth in a legend, approval of misfortune's who'd
Nature has a laugh, we have, or ache and similarity to gun
Looking this way and that, if a love is to survive, is could not...?

Threshold, do we know the rise of yet another fate?
Ably, continuing with harbored commit
Energies in reserve, if not conscience to lend, for sated
Weal's we never knew, except to say, the irony we meant...

Confused, the storm abates until severity's morrow
Work's we have been, totaled for ages, mere and decision near...
Seeking the poise of courage, if not comprehension in worlds
Seemingly for the commonness we see outside, out where, if and all sakes, adhere

Judged appointed
Anoint a challenge, in the cue
We work for, all too soon, jealousy's lot
Waiting on me, the condition of a query to look...

Salty exchange
The core of decision
And the irony in a look so strange
Weal, to verify a stay, of what is derision

Spaces for pain...
And the cold shoulder of a quiet
Knowing a name has the courtesy to stay
Will we save a shared eye, from the blessing we saw, have twilight?

Pairs of discipline, taken to tokens
Of worth, ornery and otherwise
When also comes to a ribald joker
The truth in a careless whisper, that knew what to despise...

Despisal itself
Poor old countryman, with a bitter lip
The poise of purpose, a choices wealth
If the savior, the dare, the nary come whit?

Destiny
And the callous cowardice of a journey to sate?
That has come and went, with a riper intendency
Till we meet again, the ruse of what was another mate...?

No one knows?
Acceptance and defensive gaiety
Sour old bills and chills we owed
Saving the world from a talk, with anxiety

Are we decent, are we found...
For a simpler song of choice?
Taken reasons, we prefer by the sound
Of another kindness, that is a voice...

Western purposes
In the mind, and the ease of a heart
Since to realer cans, and uses
Will such a dramatic survival, start?

With everybody knows
Added courage, in the fate
We directed to the wiser in soul...
Who, try yourself, when the world is asleep?

Ancient men and women, with secrets for pillows
Saked a truer finish to more wishes, than a child could earn...
Arranged in the now, wasn't a clashing eye to borrow?
Saving tears from a chosen may, are we time to learn?

Tales of call and response, to a rhythm in heaven
Like sincerity is to be...
And couth is a walking age, made to fit for a living
Why not peace, love and understanding...?

Know me...
For a sound
Of rainbows, with a key
To an angel's home...

Where is God...
If I throw a light
On heaven, and all it's ought
Just the right side, of might...

Made to know
Making best of only worse
Have I cheated you, from it's blow?
Bare the smile, of sense of course...

Walk by
And I will say hi
If decency, is no lie
Just to remind, asking God for why...?

Is like counting your blessing's, *******
Is merit to the man, with homes guidance, ****
Is a worthier opulence, that just a hole, sharing dole
Is a requited angel, that has seen the light, work

Life of a sincere, limerick?
On the fare and done, duty?
Asking in certain hushes, is to wait, sick?
Tolls of an evening bell, with sunshine's lucre...

Has met a new friend...
Toward integrity, we keep a shrewd liberty
To know one and another, the best possible amends
That come to fruition like a walk and a stare, with curiosity?

Dread is a cold should's soldier, with a family to feed...
Found in a future hug, a witness to the honor; we pray...?
Persuasion in a tale spin, to linger and say, I thought taken heed...
True to one's roots, if not routes of composure, to ask all of any?

Seldom has said hello
Seldom has a savior's lip, for may and decency
Seldom has a sharing voice, that lets life bellow
Seldom has said goodbye, but when you step forward, it is beauty

Seldom is your, spy, whatever...?
Water and mercy for youth, is nothing but climbing
Cares to see the end of them, is a quieter house lover...
With timid moments to share, a promise on fire with minding...?

Mightier deity's
In my heart, a bough of sensation
With the moment, to explore reality's
Frugal lips drawn to the season of change...

Earning an angel's grace?
A knowing God has a word
With your deeds forth, a dubious space
Seldom was a kiss, with spirits in the heard...

Ears with soldiers in mind
Gifts and gaiety, all in anxiety's row
Run pretty prayers, for a further kind
Sounds of justice, come with a petty *****

Must, a meager shape meander through?
When the dole of me...
Came to a decision, for rancor more
So seldom, a reach for anger is anarchy...

Quiet, little wonder
Sharing might, with a total for love
In my means and measure...
I have answered your prophecy, with a question of us

One-two, ******'s you knew'd...
Three-four, hopin' the stranger world...
Five-six, passion is clearly, not a sick and lewd...
Seven-eight, the rest of that is up to you, and your...

Bit lips
So survived by a calming glance
Were we succinct to our whit's?
Or is a legend of many, mighty enough to and

Life resolute?
Moment's taken, to rapture
For all in a wayward could
Known this way and that, a lip so curious...

Now is the time...
To prepare a kinder word
The paces of simple trying
Having the curses we keep, when hatred is heard?

Nature approves?
Life in a harrowing scheme
Of retribution and tales of what loses
In the name of hope, the courage to say, is fate a whim?

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...

West with the sailor
Witness the pride, I make:
We are the succinct, as a day were
Worlds away from love, we notice our justice's sake

Wish, for a dilemma in the seen...
Taken with soul of service to an ideal
Are we heard, are we here to collect, is he correct?
Having the time of our lives, has the sun come to heal?

A mercy in the western sky...
With the whistles and salacious stares of a nobility
Speed in your way? a stronger why?
Saving guidance from a mutual lip, I know you for a liberty...

Moons with a tear, smell like cheese
Green as a coltish survivor, of a meant spoil, we share a tea
Like liberty is a watching mouse, with a raging tomorrow to ***
Look hard or surmise a bready nose, the day has come for the sea?!

Night in the harbinger's arms, joins one
Won with a stoic resolve, a decency has the moment to glow
We are the people to beat, when avarice has no money
How, is with me until a name is sweet as a flower, never sour...

Names with a realm to their touch, honey
Waiting on the soul of promises to become our own
Can a sailor with a fishy breath, save you from a tongue of firey
Draught; not draft, not drastic, not dramatic, not drones...?!

Smile one less time, one more age?
I have learned to marry...
A question of pomposity's advice, that has curiosity for kind
Comment and see this land, have a sigh we made, a heart to carry...

Pretty futures I have for own
Prettier fun, to live with a smile...
That came and went with none's imagination
Taken to a reasonable limit, for gift's of guile?

Penny saved, penny earned
The welcoming gaiety we show for song's
That we invent by memory, the rightness of a comely word
That has the same of a stone's throw, for asking wishes among

Priveledge, was the first to hear...
My time of curious eyes worth once more, knowing form
Of a house to promises that came, with mere
Truth and hail, the collection of similarity to add, are we home?

Natures of cares and the capable way we introduce, say most
The images of may, that have sensed the coming mine
Of worth, we learn to see, in the eyes of other's, a host
Of simplicity found, with the harbored season of dread we kind

Myriad moment's and monster's of the ordeal we seem...
A laughter has the silence to make the world stop, and keep...?
The bell's of very and many, with poise to have, a new whim
Misery loves company, but arm's of vagueness, we never be...?

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?

Share, are we your decency?
Share a little more, history
Share is ours, to spite, leniency
Share, it had to be you, wisdom's epistolary

Prevent or protect
Salacious, we know bitter try's
Of a sincerity, determined to collect
Fright's, in the name of when beauty cry's

Pardon me, the future silence
Somehow, asking a savior's heart, how
Special is a tribute, on the chin...
Secret's with a many, misery in a tow

Can't mean the better?
Sordid advances...
Makes the call, to finish the letter
Of a wish, then with avarice's chances

Reposed, the had guilt
Sense seemly, a willful and sour sake
Has our opinion, all in a row to be felt
With love before life's content, accepting a mind is one to make...

Time has its memory
Safe and round, about now
Beauty has seen it's history
Letting a savior, be a crowd

Gift's of need we should give
Pretty patience's of lead and manly hope
To tell the story in a promise to live
In the still harrowing hour's, until time has asked cope

Done with the painting, I will ask
Subtle sublime, and method merciful
Toes of justice and woes of must, in the facts
Seen by all, to keep, the days with an absolution, to fulfil

Desire, with a new friend
Totaled heed, and the work's of pleasance in the skill's
Of a relationship to die for, that has never sinned
Am I the subject, or is a heart the winds it owed, until willing?

Taste of a sea of semblance
Season of forward being
Collapse of insight, into seasoned means
Curiosity to overwhelm, a mighty leaving...

It all for a song
Toward the sky's best
The lover's of image and integrity, all along
To word a question that has no place, or no rest...

Am I your lover?
Sweet kind's of order, to a salt redeemed
We understand with a smile, afforded, but never over
Until we say it is, the continue of another whim

Luck? do we seem the same thing?
In a world of moment's of guarded sun
And moon's of crying for the safety of indeed
The pace of composure, with a mercy for all and one

Savages
The tininess of a smile
Come and gone like time rages
On and on, until love hates what is denial

Savages
The pout of done duty
Response and haunts
To quicken the pace of whimsy?

Savages
Hours with an insincere...
Drip, the count and pounce of what ages
So well, to drink is drunk in the name of fear?

Savages
Patience for a quiet question
Alive in the wind, for a silent chance
Is a realer tow, our only blessing?

Ravages
Taciturn notion in a capable whistle
The party of problems and legends
Of a sodomized justice, that knows my epistle...?

Awe, sweeter vestige
Few's care at home:
Hellraiser...?
By the more, meld unto done

Angry beginnings
To a rhyme of sate, voices
That have life in its lending
Savagery; do we keep simply, our echoes?

Frequency of a noble God
Six among love, seven might song
Rise, avarice, we see the nod
Of a portent, of a heart, so strong...

Deal me the, care...
Sophistication, in a game of chance?
Set on a mystic table, earning a hasty stare
Meant in our hands, a draw of substance...

For a meagerness
To dry a tear, in a humanity's wish
Spice, suspicion, and ***
Power in the name of salt; we began for liberty, this?

The day the professing came
Worth in the reach of promises, a mayhem of justice, salt
Silence broken but not strong, until a wisdom by same
To me, the mention of a wish in sunshine; is girl altruism?

Add a gall, forth with a ghost
We dream a poetry in motion
Callous old candy, we favor for notice...
A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion?

Odd, the taste in popularity here...
Awake and see the form of our destruction
Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear
Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition...

Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell
Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn
With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell...
Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...?

Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery
Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth?
Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history
That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth

The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze...
Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth
We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead
To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath

Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served...
And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender
Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work
Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...

Named letting...
Problems we grew up with
Tones of voice we never wanted to be, or heir
That were ****** up from sense, in a kiss

Patiently, to look the part?
The courage in a fairer hap, simple order
To a requited fewer, than hate had a heart...
In the poise of background music, we know more?

Places we saw in the future
Take the time to usher if not confirm our tout
Of clashing will's, we found in the pace of curiosity
To look into the mind of compromise, must and most to pout:

Candidly, the known hold, we see
Is a guest's imagination, the coping hour
To live one more time in the grasp of lead
To a sincerity, sometimes when we were so dour...

Still, the cold shine of a dissuasion, we confess...
Is our soul, to take an obvious river to luminosity
Tree's and changes of scenery, that have the world for lessons
We know can be, a kind come for the best, we have for liberty

A river that spoiled us, for a sight and moment's aplomb
The issue of proof and privilege, to quietly sulk assume
Am and isn't the teeth you show, a peace in the since, a home
With fury for heed's, and worry for seed, the very cause we could?

Posies on the firm
Reliance and tact
Sake, by the sound of rich, confirm
Dances with angel's, a ***** will bare, as a fact

Today, is such an evil stare...
Made for language and meter
Of compliment and its history, an earthly charisma, cares
That said the obvious, a hat in the rain, is a fool's inheritance...

Under the roof of a friend, sated with appearances
The time of our lives, a shrewd candor of a devil's chew
Right in the needs of our iconic hands, a palm without chances?
And the urge to complete the world, with are's misery due?

The rain has stopped, indicates my friend
Painstaking mores, and a hell of a song, grip us...
The hour is long for trying affluence, a room for ends
But the light dwindles, and we see the hatred we discussed...

Hate was our final lip, says an earth
Made from the poise of simplicity, we took for granted
And now see, is the common bid for worth
Saying the ordeal is ours, is like the all of us, seemingly wanted...

For a kiss with death...?
Nature given the still of the night, where asking is all the rage
Rather opulent by the end of the day, with its passing fancy and let
Made the gift of all things alive, with hope comes the needs patience?

But where have we been? a fight for life to remember
The taste of contemplation, and inheritable kindness
Like the amenity of a dream, we keep for miracles canter
Looking here and there, the patience saved, as redeeming our fate's bless

For angel's who fought, the burden of us
Taken limit's and the avidity we compel, to reality
Is distinct live, the honor of knowing the host of a cause?
Shared from the start, with a rule of thumb, what goes bump in the night, has been duality?

We both decide to wait until sun up...
Anger like this, the tale of similarity to a rolling heat of other's
And their vices, well, is our confused state a misery we can love?
By the sound of the hissing dawn, we know an angel to be any who bother's...