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

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

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

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

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

Letting
Ably the concern, persuasion to find
Asking if tones of voice, are betting
On a **** future, that has it to mind...

A kite of nowhere in heart, but chances
To flip and articulate an ordeal...
With the wind, and its means to issue a challenge
Of when we were, courage in its mile of what heals...?

Of the human spirit, like a beam of sunlight
We remember the curses we don't, with and harmony
To tell a different story, than a logic of worlds might
Tension and finite glares, we will know come from are seen...

**** again, the space to decide and coincide with all
Of a notion in past's of contrary hope, and its song
Whispering strong, the truth in my needs, and houred falls
Of day to the soul of reasons in aspire, we fate with a haunt

Look be need, and lot's of riches we knew...
For a loft of words to gather the blessing we admit
Will humanity's pleasance, as if a ruley fool...
For the tastes of cause in hap, we imagine is love, only let...

Fools for the kiss on a tip of a dream, top of the world
To exact a needy friend, with moments in the sour
Of our smiles in a justice we saw once, and then wry, early
Tastes of have in our heart's for more and a day, we were...

Same sorts as yesterday...
Long talks, with a window that served the unknown
Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may
Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown...

The difference of deference in view...
Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind?
Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes...
With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind?

Competition, in a neighboring window:
Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish?
A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow
Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish?

Spate cola, if not the drama of the day
Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber
Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary
Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler?

A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds
Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours
A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time...
When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers?

Time goes by, just the three of us...
Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...?
Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must...
A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts

Hello up there...
The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home
Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer
Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...?

Never is, never was, and never has...
The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day
Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays
Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

Simply the seen
And devoid, we know a clue
To a sharing breeze
Is a whole presence of mind, to accept due?

Welcome to peace
Welcome to eclectic shall
Welcome to wishes we make, feast
Welcome to the table

Where is habit if I surmise a legend?
Taken with life's little pill, is havoc to compose a charade?
With realms to simpleness, is a guest my only amend?
Sincerity in justices' way, will we compare the actual to love or hate?

Welcome, indeed...
Sour notice for an endearing friend, never in forces allowed?
Time to wish in verbose causes, a summary lead
Has us for the next, the best to expect a living's power...

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?

Sally forth
Each's house and have
In the distance, a welling worth...
Taken to liberty among friends, the gift's we save

More truth at the disposal of not
The promises we made, the ones we fought...
With antiquity's precision, where has our lover been our love sought?
Needing but the atone of a voice for when our humanity is caught...

On the cold shoulder of accept
In the mind and fury's of will's
We savor for a solution of when love is let...
The course of another, is a shrewdness that still's

Wishes in the wind...
Making a little more truth than what a soul could think...
Tenacity and the thunderous drive towards, when
Is avidity our shield, or our patience with an eye to blink?

Strength around about, now
The total of our speed and it's hysteria, in a wish...
To look among the known, and see the call of superiority, so how
But bent on a threshold of duty before plain, are we that or selfish?

Misery
And the notion of one more day
Found in the embrace of other's, a place for history
Where we are the scope of adage, to deliberate another's pain?

Themes of survived angel's?
Which in ought, order's and opportunity
Save the mention of silence, with dread little?
Is a reaching gift to upheaval, for the sourness of cunning?

Panic in a solemn justice
With the language of veracity to attest?
A new life of simplicity, to exact argued realization
Of proper manner's and the dole of seclusive lest...

Fancy words, for hello how are you?
Minus the tender kinds and humanity of solitude for youth?
The waiting and harboring of sincerity as when we couldn't...
Strange or strength is a logic best served to innocence as a clue

To decisions
And the inner most desires of having a life adding want's
Is the complexity of substitution for a pronounced, intimation?
Of what was a count of distances as a shrewdness is, or love...

Crying that overcomes the share in shame, we don't need...
But a harmony of ideas and courage entailing, a risen smile
That has a wholeness in mind, is a blessing we save for requiem lead
To decency and predilection's guidance of a habit we seek, for justice all the while

So went wrong, why the defensive glare?
Pain, and its potential as moments; a zealous need
To longevity is given a reach and a presence to care
Having the distinction of being, the call to hope, we save for heed...

A baby with misery to know and hopeful duress taken to worth...
Is it also a prayer?
Minds blown and the invigoration of other's to compliment certainty
Yes, the toil of omnipresence of a soul's affinity of when we share...

Terror in a palm?
To reside in the limelight
Fairly and heavy with ecstasy's challenge
Fascination with when, we are choices, to be mine?

And your enamored thumb...
Sweet, the excess we note, is the gift of neediness more
To energies that claim the day for us...
So sweaty a remorse, the taint of decision's and form...?

Look at my dainty flower, the names of misery...
Is a retort from the east, of each and eden?
Paces of prayer's we've doted, are a cool head, ornory
My eye for you, the instinct of ask and foible, leading...?

Too bucolic in the name of mortal silence, is a giving future?
Why the crass judgment that comes to beleaguer?
Beginning with a nature we foresaw, as a patient curiosity...
Made for the vows of other's, have you seen their dream we're...

Of the land, having the vice of you as the deeds of open bother?
Where you are, and with all to assume, a need's heart to roam
Of history in motion, come to bitter example of losses and neither
Of truth's estranged wind, the toil of another voice, will the time pleasingly and presently come...?

Most wouldn't suggest the coming automobile...
And other's will also serve the name of justice once more
And the precious words of avarice we save from hell
Tones of voice with you to prove, are the careful, with a trying world...

Person of call, to a needy calamity?
Futures we have seen, with blossoming hours
Two and through the liming glass, the spare of vanity
Time is an issue of voice, we remember being, the spoken lover

Or so a virtue in the more, has said
Sweeter by truth, or exacted in liberty?
When a spell of undauntable vice, with mere came a head
Of lucre, we see is another voice, callous or ready...

The reasons of our kind, are the wealth we imagine
Today, and the desire we few
Notion and baring of specialness, as if a power to climb
The role of simplicity, to look among sense and who

Beauty, is the name for it
Shame in its long run, toward the affirming sun
Worth to develop a lip, of conscience under the earthly moon, whit
Is the cost of our soul's, if a care ever has the breath it is meant?

Now, and deified as a love's warmth
The all of piety in summation's live, is a redress we can seem
To become, for a new image of done and dread, the neglecting wealth
Of curiosity and the name of philosophy, we collect for a having dream

Patience, never petulance
Prowess, ever prestige's harmony
Pleasance, moreover, the guidance of instance
Prevail, lover's of honor, we see the anxiety...

Grease be a willing
Suggested in rhyme and region
To say a place in the stir, we are fulfilling
Save a round eye for simplicity, and you will see pleasing...

Prevalence, and our sparseness of chances
Time with a relative hope, to the collapse of love
Into a sort's so stilling, that many and instancy is lands
Prowess, if not promise of showing the world asks, about your covenants

Choices we make in a delve of seriousness
Trusted with ambivalent pass, and pasts of conscience's
That consume the thought's of oddity, like a child has blessed
A friend in need with the clamor, possibility understands in sate's presence

Omitted from this cause, is a dread to form the worth...?
Of compliance and measure, we seek for admittance
Of your couth, then cope with a reconciliation that you earned
Sweet and immediate, with the notice of chastity as your problem...

Weal, has a new place of harmony for you
Does this shared and giving nod, to what has a dream
Your means to wisdom and its role for virtue's, collusion's
Of when and where we are the distance to life's homage, is this a world's meaning...?

God
No feat, without a shared liberty
Dote or dole, saviors are our nod
Bared eyes of justice, took anarchy...

Sense beyond a horizon
Speed is a gift, if given lit
Poor days of callous seem, a more won
From the exaction of you, your wisdom and wit

Wishes for little futures
Are mine, mind the pace of hate
Pale was its name, a done so curious
Furious in flight, and a soul so late...

Look with your many, a might's heart
Is a single love, sat before me
In the darkened eyes of worlds, is a start
To live better than love has a right to be...

The nature of children
With further power, I know a spirit's fun
Let like a grace was, the truth of the wind
Spare to will, we will know it's life for one...

Promise me a day
Time in its opulence
Merit a tow to know may
Ask me when the rain is silent

Finishing a step, forward
Turn and see the call, to erudite calm
Become my poem, my retort
To liberty so avid, some would say all...

Light's and harmony
Stoic to a fault, in the name of presence
For an unknown side of stranger levity
With the evidence of a bright mind living for airing ends

Patience audacity
The tone of my voice, is our self in love
Seeing nothing more, the court of nativity
For a risen deed, of beauty and heed; a covenant...

Forget the fire...
Finer, by a cerebral introduction
Space for use, and a hello, in no denial
Has conceded our future, a mightier reflection...

The quite of quiet
When we are, a hap to convince
Avidly, the knowing of a right
Seldom and the many, to look for ends

Energy in the name...
Odd to argue, but with misery's lip
Weren't we the spite of an austere shame
Grant us the unity in a tow, and we will show wit

Cares of a more, then mercy
Excel's at a weary eye...
Been a shadow of example, to worry
Is a wanton call of suicide, a sigh...

To collect a silent fury?
The marvel of assumption's tongue
No future, knowing a fool to carry
A wish to oblivion, is our courage a hero already won?

Likewise asked
A horn of plenty
A jaundiced look for facts
A storied gift, to overwhelm the method of rendering

Gaiety
And universal aplomb
For a rights spontaneity
Is courage ours, for what was first and them?

Today we see the truth
Immediate course to a pleasing craft
Taken as a true believer, the pace of couth
Is a willing host, the common curiosity to keep, hath?

Ready to acknowledge
A learned simplicity, in the heed of intellect
Is a waiting garden of composure, a deeds wage
Has sat and noticed the coming liberty we reflect

Speed to interim, the tale of beloved gains
Of resolve, to redress the stead we knew, is merit
The very voice of needful vanity, as it reigns
Is ours for a weight of the world, and its unique wit?

Shyness redeemed:
Asking livid wishes of a smile, that seldom due
With particularity, a coping whim
That has seen the guidance of knowledge as it was, worthier love

No future for you...
Seldom have we seen, anything but us
Sigh's and slender hippocracy, even and due
To the sight of another reach and cease, of cause's loved

Living for the phantom, selling the now?
To quiet a mind seasoned with milk
Hopefully the taste, irony and background...
Of simplicity in motion, with pride to find, she'll

Truer by the rages we never, sew
Terror and further tows
Of redemptive calamity, in the mires we who
Taking the time for each, and guile in lows...

Of watery eye's with the alienation of distance
Time, to finalize a place for the gift's
Of veracity, means and love of guidance
The earth of our many, and the girth of witnessing, is

Please please me, the tilt of a building in the wishes
Which, fortitude, we made for the rest of composure
And the image of prowess, to a grief of need and issues
More than potato, of saccharine or austentatious, with here...

Tonight
Thread and threshold will aspire
Looking this way, for nothing
More than a callous are, we save you from denial

Tonight, is my home...?
Let with risk's music
The tone and purchase of those
Is a lover ever more than a toy, to intrude?

Longer looks, at the hap we adjust to never's light
Supposed charisma, in the been, solace
Though the anecdote, we memorized for a right
Risen to almost, and a heavenly power to face...

Dancing shadows
There in the season of silence's saint?
Joining the how, ever in the lime and promises, the low
In a can of stigmata, isn't a whole face, our only point?

To dance in the all...?
And may a serious kindness, keep a better reign
Interim's rage and vice, have only babies, so little...
When poise is to be, the couth in a glance at even, if instinct so vain...

Pretty ordeal
In the semblance of avidness, the tow of commonness
Lions for levity, lambs for unity, saving all...
In the realm of vice, we know the irony we guest

Courage, is a legend in the world
Sakes to visit the justice, in a lore we save
Patience would, a requiem early
The worth has bloomed, the comparison eaved

Well, if not synchronicity?
Pretty order's to a new fate of simplicity?
Honor in the space of gain, a wholesome gaiety
Hi, and the presence of courses in validity...

Now?
Or the candor of a new friendship
With the patience of pleasance and kind's, we dote for allow
Taste's of if, the world has a climate to wish...

Never?
Time in the more's we sake to language
Romance and assurance, the tale of composure
With resolve to love, a care that has seen forces, imagine

Nature?
Omnipresence to finalize a curious fact
Of weal and needy limit's, in mind for what may a work
To see in the light, that we are a smile with future's to ask

Haven't
The weight of a home:
Just misery, in a wait, saving meant
For a friend, a shape of things to come

To come in a reign
Of symmetry, any old heart
Of wishes will do; a hunger for fame
That esteem, is an escort to choose smart

From a handier salt...
The world to confirm, candor
Of a needy walk with fault
Before a care has the truth, to serve

A shadow, a fear's angel...
With a borrowed tear...?
Fly away, and heed the gait of hell
Is my nobility, a truer crush of we're?

Pipe's of hatred?
Introducing a friend
As a copious blossom of a time, to lead
Another nefarious and austere means, away from sin...

Bound
By a way
A way to owning a stay
That has a coughing, a stink, and a sound

Drums and guitars
Finish me with a borrowed smile
Giving you hell, is what were here for
Weight ... and the singing comes for a while

Two
Hunt and ****, rhyming
Proud, in the name of who
Sincerely, the lips of avarice, are shining

Out of the way
Many more, many more for once and none
Silver comes into view, with it to say
When I see you, I keep a heat, from...

Silver wounds...
Liberty in motion, life to a tale
Of a person; Character gives what it looms
Country's with adding few, look lover, secrets know doom

Dread meeting's, with continue...
Life to a wish, whispering in the wind
Same thumb, same finger of luck, around
Meaning the curious, high wishes, and a mercy

Music for the masses
*******, suicide...
For the wind, is a hungry kiss's
Ready to live in the shadow of a night...

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

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

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

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

In
And never more, than
A light in the eaves, for a meager silence...
All and all, an about face, with a story worth plain...

Truth and meaning, of fearful days?
Never more, than a care is whether, odder...
Or the saving grace we ought, for a life in a fate
So named and faired to deem, another older, our?

Days have come to it's end...?
Future finish of a sameness without few
Still the response of a shared history, a heart to lend
Paces of curiosity with the voice of a world too soon?

Mind and make, the meager choice of ages
Of weal and bruised ego's, the thought for simplicity
A new care in the justice, we plan for liberty's wages
So, few to a rational kind? when you have the sense of well being

A father with knowing to share, and final authority...?
Ably the dote of a yearned for goodness, sincerity
That has the quote of a lifetime, in their sake, deplorability
Is a fury with its own ends, named the chaste, a patience's integrity?

Handsome
Truth is a noisome bird
Vestige and shall, know come
A voice worth commonness, is a voice heard

Try the stone, understate home
See the order to rhyme, and meet is cares
Finding vice among friends, is a lot atoned
With worth to step forward, comes only love fares

Poise, is half a problem gone all the way
Thinking but beauty, will earn unrest
Seldom and its inkling, know what to say
The patience of a king, is it, the other side of blessed

Where-with-all knows where love dies
Liberty is a second chance, that lives for most
Acts and actual, the lips of joy conceive wry
Sincerity is but loves key, still about the dreams and its own, host

Merit a kiss, and earn divinity's smile
Long to life, and known for humanity, desire may
The conscience of any, is for those that gave all
And the backwardness of prodigy, is the gift of way

A laugh has the time to share a skill, if noted to believe itself
Making time a shrewd kindness, has a question to its might
Through and few, the days repast of couth, is the moment of wealth
Looking hard and fast, to improve live for another may, is light

Dead air
Host of acceptation
Boast of his brass band, done with a flair
The few and the gay, until avid is saying

Dressed to a tea
Do you remember me?
Sulk, indignancy, home is where the heart is keen
Of an adventuresome appetite, wishing for today to seem

A door on time and space?
Why, is an open question
Toward a new opportunity, is fade a way?
Consider us a relatively odd task, in the asking...

Are you ready, for an excitement that has no fate?
Undue the neglect you are observing, is mine to meddle?
A wish in the prime of life, that has voices to sate
An hour of ourselves, as if a weight is lifted only by ire's to settle

Presence of mind, to consume the obvious
And a waiting gift, of pace and timidity, a rage I devour
For every little pass and tumult, the tooth of meet the odious
With eyes of judgment that are a history before war

A war with only one side, your future
A whole instinct for what made us a jealous source
Of future stones and the path of significance, a reaches cure
For a windy digression into sates, that is come by force

Dismiss us when the strangeness of the night
Has come and gone, the truth to wizen at a poor justice
That has remained a friend of yours, for ages of anger and might
That knew one thing, to knock on your door is but a vice...

Light
In the valley of voice
Many curious mystery's, move to sight
When a dim exception knows me, for quietness's choice...

Handsome?
And a solemn chaste
Seen by any, who would make quiet come
The pyre of reason, steadied by rational haste

Fastidiousness?
A friend of composure
With an early eye for what quiet bless
The very hour of simply, a heart's distress to cure

Rancor?
A hint of problems, beyond life's reach
That seem, given notice; are a politer war...
With succor's pride, known for a pining's cease

Worship?
As if, courage has a lover...
Couth, do we own love's shadow, lip
Quiet as the proverbial church mouse, meanwhile, is one to cover...

Light?
With energy, came the query of control
Spare, anarchy, or might
Shadow's seem to be, a time with love's whole?

Omnipotency
Strength and miracles of kind
Sorrow and fellowship, to understand energy's
Sulking for a liberty to keep, a resolute mind

Obviously a good friend?
Sincerity to ask, the staid and the mar of hope
We found in each other's worldly ends
Satisfied with more, then still thriving cope

Patience and honor in a legend
Assumed with a relative atone
Of a welcomed voice, to the table of rook and amends
Will we survive the court, of counts and done?

Lived harmony to each, their causes and cares
With a heart of possibility, the call to worth
We spied and even envied, by the couth we fare
Is our only accord, to take an obvious example, of youth

Light and epiphany
Told to be a truer day, than a cold conscience has a right
Known to serve the courage of sour may, we begin any
As if a lore in its fashion, has the sense to distinguish might

Omnipotency
Seemly houses of veracity and the rapture we know
Still an acquired taste and reckoning a salt, to be our futures dignity
Like the shadows of potential we keep so resoundingly. we have known...

Lushly, the gift
Of simplicity in a guarded eye
Today is our welfare, an eye to lift
And say, "Love is a reach for us, and knowing why?"

Wiser for the words, a host of contemplation
And future sincerity, enough of a lasting coil
The first's of demeanor in let, is our faith in kindred...
Keeping but the irony of a lingering kiss, never to foil?

Wiser for the resolve in each, tows of wishes
We demand are ours, for a serendipity's dream
And the stir of liberty, in a whole feat, for which is
A space of complexity, to ask in a weary voice, to seem:

"Love is a reason to us, and now why?"
Wiser for the decency we have shown for another
Timidly, the words of avarice, to exact poise for life
Keeping any lip of resolve, we are the kindred to bother...

Wiser like a bird of conscience, that has seen the deed
Of virtue in slowing motion and character, adroitly
See the us of callous voices, we know for a souls to lead
"Spirit's without a kinder glance, and its possible loyalty..."

Wiser for knowing a wiser form, we have committed
To decision's of reality, we know can few the least
Life far away, seeing the drive of purpose under it's nose, whitted
With the claim of all, is more than enough of a care, love eaches

Privileged to tell?
The better role, in a vouching vaunt
So set, for a devotion in might, we be the fell...
Longing for a shadowy right, to live in the light we haunt?

Patience, is such, if not the only virtue
Predicament in few, vice to love...
Collecting the same, if not shame triumphant, due?
Do we know ourselves, when liberty has excused us...

Is, a younger covenant?
Through in forced issues, the tale of spirit's introduction
Saved from future implication, the choice I relent...
Is mine to the pout of another, the sound of vanity come, again

Won't?
And interpretation of a new, hastier league...
Of repercussion, and the till of ominous moment's...?
Readied by an unseen hand, as if reality is to conceive

Nowhere in mind, for the truth to visit?
Me, in the courage we show, we tender is a callous front
Of appetite's superiority, the turn of acumen into wit...
That has seen it all, a perception intoned for a care so, don't?

Destiny, and the ilk of homage...
We prepare in languishing eyes; the times are a bared lover?
Set to tooth, and with a realm to it's touch, that is a livelier legend?
Will my known, need as a name is my shield, begin to sate lucre?

West, with the common ire, to verify a new sanity
Paces and fate, in the land to tell a very different story....
Everyone has heard, over and over again
With one difference, is my name to rule the vastness, I worry...

Inkling, not a pact
Searching for once upon a time
Visits of the luck of another, a breezier fact
Has come home to roost, with a tear, trying

Birds of common ecstasy, the truth to overwhelm
A soul with provision, the tact a child makes
When pennies come up short, for a rain and hand so little
Known for the scope of anger we display, is this idea, sakes...

Life to love, a churched feeling
Society at large, with a handsomer gesture
Told to limits we few, in the light of sacredness, sometimes reeling
With a torrid sense of what is askew, to astute curiosity's

Life in a hug, that shewed the obvious
Where salt is to excuse the don't before isn't, the tomorrow
Of a collapsing trait of dismay, long before days keep and 'us'
As if a lowly eye had the moments to tell, a challenge is to borrow?

Can't, the powers that be swear a tolling bell to seem to be, pain
Wanting a shadow to remember itself, won't a harrowing rename
Found, the stir of simplicity in a callous sake, welling to begin plain
The total of pride in a secluded secret of virginity's live, and let fame...

The littlest reply to an age old question...
Said for a capable mind, rest and recuperation with a friend
Is ours to typify, a stare of heed and perplexment, at a kissing
Bandit, that stole your heart for your today of vice's, again...

Patient old Thom
No news is good news?
Worth being, he will say in tones
Of voice, we can hear laughter with dues...

Maybe a little more off the top?
Hair is such a fuss known
If gift's of life show us what's up
Maybe six owes a lot, to seven...

Tender eyed, and moving with sunshine
Here is a cradle, here is a lover, here is a grave
Meant in our arm's, once more, the measure of young
None of that, and more of this, if mice come to play...

Epitaph to a gorgeous day
Many have sought a just rhyme in knowledge's city
But life in the country, knows once, the here of special may
With a baring, a smile and a word, we have seen, God's speed...

Witches and wishes
Correction's table, questions trouble:
Avid is a quiet chance, of baring before fishes...
With a knowing stare, at worth final

Philosophy's of radiance
Real reaches of meticulous sorts
Sordid weal, fit enough for water's amends
Sanity is, a character being assured...

Two, catching a wishes fish...
Tomorrow, under an eye?
Presence over, the pace of a king?
Kisses that took you for, literally why...

Worth, saw an ideal
Of promises and integrity, fire
Is a sly ordeal, the lips of a devil?
With the pout of seldom, wisdom is many denials

Nobody wishes in a fire...
Sun appears to be, a likewise friend
With time's retrospection, irony is a love higher
That should know, how heaven came to be life's wind?

Poignant, the tomorrow
I envision, is a laugh in the silence
We made a breeze, of fun and time to borrow
Let with also, and the mightier and, we know begins

A dance of right and wrong
Set to rights, and the health of persuasion
The dote of another gift, of levity for a strong
Pace of decision, that has come with a need's intuition

Detriment, is a friend in need...
Severity has a common, shoulder, with specialness...
Austerity comes before almighty, when lovers see the heed...
Courtesy is a fool for acceptation, when anywhere is to bless...

A soul with no place for itself?
Asking the rise of assumption, if care is to be known, well...
In the bastion of merit we all know, is a city of course and wealth
With only a rage to guide me, is a history without mine, a little bit of heaven or hell?

Chances are
Happy tomorrow, but unnerved today...
Welcoming a future cough, to deliverance on far?
With such and much to say...

Stirring advances
Of a fight, for simplicity's life
Lowly, a callous smile asks
What is an apple, without the knife?

A party from hell and back...
See the wizening health, of moments
Saved by the complex ire, we seem to lack
A halo of dance and fragrances, to make merry seem, a lament...?

Curiosity, of the other wise
Coming for subtle pittances
Sour to use, sweet to despise...
A catering of poignancy, to what isn't

Chaster, than life
Secret's of a rendezvous, with dread
Sat extinct, in the midst's of sight
Are we but stones of promises, to be broken ahead?

Am I so?
Am I deaf to your wanderings?
Am I done with a forth, a problem to hold?
Am I come with your smile, to finish an idiot's thundering's?

Am I your lover?
Is and ain't, to ask a silly question
The tooth in the belly of the world
Press and see, if I can't learn another song of misery and blessing

Soul, and the defiance of a sulking fist, tomorrow
Is a realer lover, the talk of use and peradventure, to run
And run to nothing more, than a callous shine I borrow
When the call and curse of truer fate, is a wall to our life, only begun

Life with a resounding heat, in the eyes of an open bother
The lift and the still harking count, of who is a reason to find
A relationship with sour, and dare we trifle with a succumbing other
Peace in the stark and risen nature of you, the poise of a prettier time

Prettier than you...?
Salt in the devil's eye
Same side of tomorrow as our sass, soon
Tender by reproach, to a recluse we lie

Upon a native bed
Seldom, to instill, anything but beauty?
Stares and charity's we lead
Curious? question your consequence for lucre

Spare lip's, with a driven insult
Today we are the climb, of vice for admiration
Total silence in the window, a real threat?
If a legend ever see's the care of least, we meant...

Stoically, the nature of a given certainty
Of vision for a venture in the call to a can't
Timidity and reach, with our smile, sometimes lurid...
Learn the speed of limit's, we suffice is and

And a season of reasons we favor, with all and spice?
To look among a heralded few, the scope of decency
Calling upon the somber, the tooth of treatise
We found in the hands of banality, the anger to see...

The shadows have a lover with no sense...?
Angel's of victorious life, known the baser hap we deem
If a delve of comprehension, is a loathsome lend?
Of wizened salt … with a rage comes the patience of them?

Nothing?
And a gay shoe
Fit for a kindred, and a risen host and minds?
Of a real enough same, and dream, asking who...

Like fact's, like providence
In a clash with possible stars?
And a heard lip, to excuse a secret
Was my honor an eyebrow raised, or is is guaranteed?

Living for a salt
And the talk of omnipresence in lore
Is a well regarded tow, our find of sort's curious
Wink and seemingly, a happier justice for...

Legend would have it, just so...
Patience with a family of integrity, mightily more
Ably the norm, and the sporting of known
Halt and respect a date, with semblances courage...

In the best we have to often, offer
Simple acts of distance, and the shall we were
Suppose and many, and the silence of my propheting
Wasn't and thus hushed fantasy, will a found conscience near...

Whether hope or human haste
Succinct and given to our portrayal of taste
With but a care in sincere liberty, we sense is chaste
Can a weary friend in the still of rights, liken to that kiss?

Sour futures
A note to blindness:
Wealth of a gall, so curious
Red and blew, a nose of a guest...

Flower seizures
Quiet as peace can be...
Sallow with, holds in a hurry...
Had's the voice of anarchy...?

Slower figure's
Asking but a kiss, of beauty...
Misery is my mete, questions of the world
Best answered by the angel of a liberty...?

Fouler singer's
Have a wink, a trusted cacophony
Done, thinks a cruelty to linger...
The taste of unison, with sigh's so many?

Souler finger's
Resounding, the asking around about, now
Any and all, awe's surprised harbinger's?
With a truth, to swallow loves, how?

Failure's sin
Promises of a let problem, in sun's shine to live
And let live, the question again...
Is loves abuse, a harmony to wish wishes knew suicide like bliss?

Sailor's fin
When sincerity has a missing kiss...
Obligation is a run, to a thumb's kin
Wind or wishes, we have heaven or hell to insist...

Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...

Panic we never saw?
The rhyme and the threshold oft diffuse
Claim and its utterance, the curiosity of odd?
The remnancy of a cold shine, in the strength's mar, coming soon

For a telephone about to ring...
Total's of virtue we pace, and wonder
Is a language in the fore, a host of saving
In a climate of vision we never knew, except all's to ponder

The rise of the land, into a marvel presumed
To be ours, the taint or the thought of common need
Decency in it's work's, seemingly a host of couth
We sought for a drama to decide, if a friendship is to lead?

Many more, simplicity's than order...
Ought in the background voice, that was a silence
To its name and biding, for we know you, a true query
Time is an adding house, that has relived a panicked chance?

Why?
Didn't you notice the tried lip of liberty ensconced, by a train
Of thought, taken to extreme, as if a language of thunder and onuses try...
Passage of reason into the realm of vicinity's can't, to seem lamed...?

Try this:
A fish in the meadow sunning for a wish, has no time to stare
Because a friend gifted with misogyny, is a world onto bliss...
Not much of a joke, but the call to happiness would be yours, to be fair

Speed?
And a whole drink of water, in the few of the night?
Lent to resolves adage, and a rue of visit to a colossal key
Making a promise to seldom, are we still that kiss, as if guile has a right?

Talc, with no time
Appropriate to simplify another's wish
Since, in a senses chew, the crusp and the rhyme
Letting the sun wind its way around a finger, a subtle is...

Weight of an argument, in future language
I have seen a whole dilemma, in love
The thought of strength, the taut and strange
Has a quiet answer for us...?

Tomorrow is my future, the tale of youth in song
Reconciliation, to work a liberty's magic
In the name of distant courage's, a heroism among
The place of desiring a fame, is it ours for the tragic?

Today has such a cold stare, for each
And beloved above, for any soul able to mean
The voice of redemption, a clash in the fate of reach
That has become but food for thought, with sincerity to glean

Yesterday to step forward, toward the patience we, sake
Welcome to the city of the sun, a praise of misery
And the coming mention of worth, from lips to fury, make
Me the truth, a halt of wishes in secluded lines, lived in history

The dance and the stone of cleverness?
Sides of worlds in love with me, not the avoiding heart
We saw make the story of wantonness, a presence of dread
Adding but the voice of summation, are we a new day to start?

Names we can choose?
Family if fairing all, ask and ages
Of direction seen, is honor to loose...?
The host of compromises, that seldom, is, rages...?

Patience we can afford, tomorrow in love...
When superiority has its abundant cares
The opulence of vice's more and many, to hear am's covenant
Of wishful reason's, if not relationship's of sense, where?

In the land is a waiting eye, made for us...
The vicinity of kinds and nary come, to welcome the dream
Of history to a general heed, moments of open discussion
That save the challenge of unity, to give sense a new freedom...

Names we know have a choice
Till with a presence of mind, well worth once and ought
The ordeal of a chance with its first and last, calling of a voice
Are we the sparseness of guidance still, the liberty of notion sought?

Caveat emptor, buyer beware?
Callous simplicity in affirmation's of youth and couth
To wizen at the need's of other's compared will's, urbane as worth
The frailty of shares of possibility, we kept, for a silence who'th?

Hope you see; better
Candid was my hour; altruism
Archaic has a letter; liberty
Might's eyes to wonder; decisions

Rue of the night, in a hallowed home
Since to envy, was our only commit
Commit to memory, the burden we care shown
Avid assurance is to begin the conversation, the wit...

Threads of day, and the uniqueness of privilege
Came for a sameness, in all similarity
The simplicity of chaste, is ours for lead
And the health of sincerity, a crucial timidity...

Persuasion has seen, the better of me...?
Composed of gaiety, and the nod of spontaneity
Worth the smile you provide, a host of being
Salvation and its harmony, for wisdom to know anxiety

Anxious appetites for silence; eschew
Prowess in a kinder can; hereafters
Living testimony with a callous chance; unifies
Pride in the name of love to worry; sisters?

Wholeness and suicide
Straight from misery
The salute of comparison, to pride...
And it's stare at a simple wivery

Fruit's of the future, in league
With a solemn taste to essentialize
A running chaste, with silence for egis...
Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise

Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity
Shown to worth, the past of sincerity
Days share, a dream of paces duality
Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity...

Character's to haste, a harmony...?
In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity
Adding the now, is need ours for longing?
A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity?

Call of a waiting husband
Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame
Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun?
When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name...

Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem
About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind
Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living
Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind

Money, the odd ordeal of liberty...
To which, in the voice of introspection
A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity
Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?

Find no weight
No spoon of deliverance without a shadow's key
Past the runner's of our dream's, sate
Is a pulse of excitement, to look and see?

Press not for silence, when prayer's are at ends
Finish the many, before the meal of decadence
Creation is our first syllable, them, then teeth to amends
Here are the stirring's of victory, we will save for kinds

Now is the time, we remember
Iota's of just delivery to the notion of calm and cool...
Witnessing of a promise in bared season, the more, we humbly
Keep the passage of an egg, the better we still thriving, few

Kiss me, the times are for a shall to depend
The completeness of similarity to our confession:
A boat is silence approving, if well hosted to lend
In the may is sight, of the reality of visiting patience's lesson

Days gone by, and finality knows its score
Life with another dread, that has seen the moment's come alive
With our understood hope, meant in the nerves and gaiety of war
Will a child of curiosity, find the world about danger, native?

Time, I borrowed...
A liberty's cause, overtly
The range of a voice, harrowed
By the silence of a worldly sigh, I clarify...

Speed in the rain
Spare isn't and their shoulder, to which we shall
Share a daze of rage, that has beauty to complain
A merit of stronger ideal's, were a swallow of pride's all

Knock, knock
Who's there? rainbow baby...
Rainbow baby, who? while the thunder finds a rock
Rainbow baby can play flute lightning quick...

So, the better question is...?
Why do politicians kiss baby's?
Because a family knows when to cry
At the oncoming storm of protest, that, is the shoulder of that family

We got fed, a shadow...
Teeth of wishes to include a miserable portion, of could notoriety...
Secret's to underscore a sharing wind of prevention, a fickle owe...
Is a timid sweet tooth on a journey to your future past myself hungry?

Part's of valor
Missed in the patience we approved
Today is the miracle, known to let lore
Sit and be presence's more, to seek ordinary love

Natures abound
But the beauty of could, to season's
We have, ever but silence and its sound
Has a larger than life soul, to well at somber reason's?

Each other, and the image of poise
Reality worth one regret, two guest's
Of a calling ably, worth with the ache of choices
Penny in the pouring rain, with a time for rest...

Hello another day, say we
When taste has the same, to sense the courage
We found in the future, where never is us, thee
Am and decision, to earn it's beauty, for a wage...

Of cope and dependency, to demand an intuition's pocket
Terror is such a small order to hurried daydream's...
Taken to exception, never the rule of our mind for whit's...?
We see the clashing hour, become ours, looking here to any

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

So dependent, a pocket
For its coin, will we save our moment's
In the distinct draw and limit, we select
For a notorious kind, the almost and sense

Walking faster
Lucre in the round eye of assume
When a home has futures in mind for ask's lasting
Is a whole day the difference between now and couth?

Simple words, if you have none
But a rolling heart to satisfy its own
If not an awakening force, to describe it's mind
As a lore in a happier find, of what was our soul, loaned?

Could yearning love me with heart felt need?
Or is a flagrancy of images, the only way to begin in may
The tale of seems and dreams, the only way we keep...
A courage to distant fires we dote, are a conscience's saying

Once more
The treasure of comparison, to the wealth of an idea
Taken for a friendship wondering if silence is foreign, golden or owned
Of the conscience we seek, the patience of another, pocket?

We have seen the intricacy begin
Morose views of simple fusion
Of a collapse into another's arms, a heavenly wind?
Baring the character we few, with confusion...

Don't see my name in big letter's...
Since we are the calm, won't a contrary season be fame...
Like the stare of unity we know so well, irony is better...
Sulking how, saw our blessing, become a neglect all the same...

As for me...
Time is a wasting honor, to establish a new voice
Of pittance and deference, for a coolly collected key
Of sides and graces we knew, as cause stills its source...

As for you...
Truth is a language onto itself, the tongue of intellect met
To a warranted call, the poise to select new tiding's soon
With the place of serendipity in the stay of world's we reflect

As for mercy
So many tried lip's, the taste of hosting a discrepancy
In any came, to look among the solitude of worldly
Clocks of suggestion and peradventure, the life in a wall of fancy...

Presence of mind to make love again?
Here is your future, a waiting house of irk and despondent ilk
Ready to pounce upon your pride, futures worth their sin?
Hope once more for your calm, and you have the imagination we fulfil...

See the risen poor...
Psyche in a rage's way
The clamor of witnessing a trust, in form
With a realm to its understatement, that wishes may...

Silence, to a new friend?
The total of comprehension...
Taken to identity percept, and let with kind
Still a threshold of could, and its intellect, like a wind...

We see, nothing become ours for a song...
Timely and added with shares in justice
The alienation of decency is for never more, among
The tale of gestures and the handsomeness of a sponsored vice

Promises, and choice of cope
To work a simplicity's magic, and its inkling's hereafter
Noted well, with guidance's lips, the rue of chances to hope
The wealth of decision at a marvel's way, was a need for anarchy's fare