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...

More than we can know...?
Set aside, a burden we failed?
Seeking a role with justice, copious worlds
Of redemptive life, we saw in shared window's where out, may...?

Letter's to open...
And mighty words from a spoil of friends
Take your pill, with an hour of our waiting, a work to rend...
Upon the sulking habit of other's, kind come to realize and entertain

Sitting quietly, and remembering the cares
Of our future's and our simplicity's
Made a perfect circle, that has the cull of bell's, we heard
Empathy is a long run, that said the couth implicitly...?

Shapes of sanity, sakes of salty austerity
To language, deemed power's perfect?
But in a hand fated with mercy's, for children...
Ask if liberty has become indistinct and hidden to intellect?

Hello, bravery, where are your charity's when I doubt...?
The tale of seem and summation, to convince a patience...
Can be the cloud of our harmony, the cadence of rise and fall, allotted?
By measure and silence for a door, that protected itself from petty reasons...?

Bodies of need we do adore, and find the call of done, and dear...
Presence of mind, that came and went with a folly, of the world...?
Looking but for the stomp of approval, in the names we owe and collect, fear...
Is chastity, our only misbegotten, or can we see laughter's nature?

Watching the storm, and knowing a rivalry's call, does...
Richness of a land to aspire, may, connotation and its fate
Make the confirmation we deliberate, the pragmatism of us
Longevity, coping, and future decision; but is courage our fury or our sate?

A step forward, and a knock on the door...
We knew was coming, a host of pomposity and realization let
For a conscience in motion, and keeping the abstraction of wars...
With a better memory called 'voiced succinctly', be what the world of you has meant?

Keep me
Stone and favor, the laugh of times
We found the world a sharing home, energy's
We know can and do, the pout's of reality, that weigh heavy trying

Keep meant
Like a savior of distance and forte, with the impossible to taste
A requirement of simple focus, a history to glean
The stoic and the risk of coming light, that is our superior haste

Keep meandering
Hello for a solemn tow, we season with love?
Truer by a callous here and now, nor the salt of wandering
Wonder with me a silent house, with no passion to eat, thus

Keep mentioning
Rise and patience in lover's grasp
Selection to fulfil a role we know, intending
The appearance of a host, with reason's to ask?

Keep reminding
Me of a new wind in the eaves of able
Torrid was a fascination to excel at land and timeliness
That came for ever, the question we still keep, to heal...

Time for a knot
A carried child, on hip we see eternity
Look, and become a shrewdness, never mocked...?
Kisses and kindred away, with a future certainty...

Add me when the road has a fork...?
Spills of light and the breath of common sight
Keep is a heady order, to a wish beyond yore
Save me a stern ordeal, when we select ourselves, for rights...

Persuade yourself a bird's home, to be...
A fluffy smile with a coming hope, some other time...
Today we will see a shoe, become the haste of indignancy
Here to say and make a threshold, a comment in poises lime...

Adrenaline, a mother of fine figures and cares, will say
Blue as the sky and its hindrances are, the tows of reason
Let a known sharing, introduce a human stare, with ways
Ever a hap perceived not, the coming and going to seasons...

Long in the tooth, and faring an espoused generosity of couth
Instinct has seen you, with a problem only the character of the world
Absolutes with all and decency to entertain, the miracle of youth?
Rages shadow in the days, will sensibly prepare a soul for silence early?

Quiet, asks mother finally, is a road to where its own a shall?
Understood with a realm to its touch, is fate for the rue we, see?
In the mars and despair of courage, we take home, the price of all?
Timid as a call of wisdom is, isn't all of love still a room, for we?

Here a babe will notice, is a frank discussion of senses mercy...
Or to more than fore, the weakness of spoil and guarded foils oft due
Patiently lending one more glance at you, is a vice to know our worry?
Edges of poignancy appear, and the disgust of another season for a fool...

So wise, so sovereign?
Listening to phantoms of entourages, we dote
Are at a colossi of patience, true to dread in a handshake...?
With but such a bitter lip, a star to guide by, we hope...

Actual live and let's give...
The time, to a furious, shall?
If the nature of simplicity, to well again
Is a reaching hour, our future of the eyes of fate, to all?

Sweet we would, afford in the stare we mentioned...?
Sheer distance to a cold shine, we favor once, but in regret?
The toil we imagine as a fared friendship has, to win...
The mind of observance, if winds endear a novelty meant

Tongues
And the mirk we decide is a language above the board
Looking here and there, the pout of reasons
Sincere enough to welcome another, with a word, a world or ******...

Treatise of the ******?
So, is a little more ideology our only way to confirm...?
The need and the notion of dread, which has seen us, a lam
Of waiting for a jewel to imagine the greater pass of sense, occurring...

Like a benign tear, an angel, with a promise for each...
Sing and strong, since and sin about sakes of silence we save, for same to savor the shown
Were we the courage to situate a coping judge of human pasts, a smile of energy's to preach?
When a savior has a clue, is a means to accept, ours with society to halt moment's like these...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Same side of said
As a wish in the storm, of prodigy
Simple order to a calming hap, we made
In a truer time, a need to look and seem...

Triumph of an awkward note
Of the sincere stare you gave
Promises I sulk near, and quietly give the vote
Tame my soul, like a stare was, my savior...

Reasons to dance with, like a resolute meant...
Does a wizened face, have the sense to protect?
Angel's, devil's or otherwise, are we love sent
To a smile, that gave me strength, or can avid elect...

The stillness of our day's, completing the chaste of nights
Into world's of voice and encouragement, that has a lived
Purpose, the salt and destiny of kind, we favor for might
Time in its long run to harmony, become passions we confess?

Vice's ear
Made to learn the impossible, of subtle sanity's
Questioning a heart, for the difference between now and fruition, to near...
Are we a saving grace, and can I prophesize, about your humanity?

Halt, and see the excuse
Have of a well worn jacket
To accept the day, with these we lose
The notion of use, that came from baring heat's limits

Need in pockets, with a clamor for youth
Thread and exposition's lint
For the same side of a house of yearning, a look aloof
To the sedition of a smile, you have yet to land, or meant

Quiet weather we are having today
The tale of succor and brief exception, to still a friendlier
Season than what we are accustomed to, a habit to say
With elan, you can become the best of save, and a host trendier

Speed has your eye, the count of purpose and hello
The truth to be gleaned in a sweetened tooth, the brace
For acceptation, focused eyes on the moment od though
Will a pretty eye save thee, when lurid many, make space

Coming from now, the thought to seed nowhere with a key
Paces and distant could, the problems of promises that would
Is a blaze of silence or the dote of amenity, the fashion we seek
When presumed innocence has a fruitive plane to discuss with the world?

See the excuse, see the avarice in a rolling breeze
Wishes in hand made futures, the pout of panic to climb the known
And find the kindred of spare and special, become a churched heathen
Told to expect the will's of all, the price of poise is a mind blown with seem to own

Heat, in a passionate stare
Caring for a simple dream...
Waiting is a world, to wish in an avidity's care
Is a beautified season, of this history, a quiet queen?

The throne of a royal woman...
Doe's, a hallowed choice begin at home?
Antiquity would indicate, a sense of reason
Long looks at a man, and the void of what silence has done?

Anarchy in a song has sprung into view
Paces and passion, patience and promises
With an original muse, for when asking is who...
Has the voice of earthen stares and worthier cares, a being for wise?

Is new and again later, the fate come to you forth a hug?
Was youth a drama of whole liberty, or the consumption of a kiss?
Silence is forever a king to come, like a house of a wish in love?
As shrewd as this may seem, is us a season for that if this?

Shame becomes a list of anxiety, with a moment to tell...
Youth is a story of a quiet and austere generosity, you should give...
Until a shadow has been named by itself, as if a world was little...
More than faith of others, when special was a curiosity to live...

The day of pregnancy's beauty?
The song has become a human challenge, that has been won
By now; you may have noticed how droll a hap can be, for suiting...
But champion's with privilege's cloth, will become a voice for seeking eternal love...

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

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

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

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

Idiot savant...?
Homage in a round eye
Sillier to compose, a safety with its day, reliant?
Misery is such a formal taint, to the legend of life...

Thumbs of distance, we know so well
Back to heralded sighs of was, a care ours to imagine?
A silence redoubting a drum, a wind, and a bell
Looking hard and fast at a voice, is a flower a host at hand?

Music with responsibility to dance, if not answer the query
Of a mutual life, in the paces and throes it took
To know you, in a larger-than-life movement, of notoriety's faring
See the well, the chime, and the fruit of me; souled for a look...

An instinct alive in peoples wishes, with a solitary terror?
Here is the twain, in name and praise...
Your seclusion in the roguish smile, that has become a stare
Sharing the spirit no one has thought to seem, except the worlds wage

Prices of patience, and the next in kin...
Sweet honors and the redeemed silence of weal, a history to attempt
A race of solemnity, with a new world to win
The strength of an echo with no end, accept the love heroism has lent...

What comes next, for a friend and their firey embrace?
Welcome a salt to its promise, here to show a liberty is not withstanding
Minds of wisdom, have the time, for a purpose face to face
Kindness sought, kindred owed, is a soul just for love wandering?

No nature, good guesses
In the nicety's we made, for a friends stare
Shown the ****, the intimacy of lessons
We decided is a grievance best left hope's fair

Token jaws may drop at so much...
The thought of mortality's irony
With a realm to its need's touch
We can become a savior, not heeds of infamy

Spate intentions, for a cordial fool...
But in the end, a house of mind over material worth
Is a liberty best left, reality's cause, not the ghost of a person's tool
True to our best places and promises that came, is a patience so certain?

Music in the air, one day. a having revelry
Wait on the many, and see the coming hour
Take to the world, an excitement above civility
Where one heir to garner the truth, is never a claim of passion, if so sour

Blushing fields
So alive in a fateful stare
Mere and many, a hope for yields
Of common stone, flower and water

Been a course
If not courage, where?
Can we begin and where can we end, forces
That come for me, like the truth to care?

Sincerity, you and a cost so dear...
Let with my name, the toil of another aim
Should a real timeliness have it to hear?
Or am I the conscience in a letter, to name?

Beckoning time
To a seat with almost, for every thought
The quiet and the stir, of reasoning mine
Is the yours of good, about a hope we made our lot?

Heathen cold's
I collected with a rule of paper...
Silver and curious steel
With a moment to serve, a call to hater's...?

Of a bullet...
In the strong, building irony
Ivory imbue and sincere weal
The risks of vice, in the vision of another, is me?

Golden silence, and the river of decency
Taken from me, for a salt, the wishes in a legend...
That began in a poignant cull, of what is our history?
When kisses come to tongues, that rival only the bends...?

So extolled, so controlled?
Adding the sky, in a place where no sun shine's...
Without a paradise and a polite...
Knowing the passion we few, is my heart in kind...?

Taken flags, to a role of patience
Example and tissues in the wind, favoring the might
Of antiquity for a future scream, this is where beauty ends...
And many begins, the rational of dependency, to live with lucre's light...?

Right about nothing? but a pair of hands...
In the speed of deceit and the reign of compelling a friend to see
The wishes of valor and its energy, living in sanity and lands
Of courage for a new moment, we are the children of misery...

When to finish, a good book?
Around the fireplace, in the let we do
Smiles in the vice, of an ordinary look
Will a stare, bare the news?

She and stir of august mine
Terms we tell to am's infancy
Shrewd though a caregiver is, and the times
Won't a half of suppose mean intimacy?

Sharing a peek, a look and a gander
Of a vision in while, and the silence we back
Given the knowing and the somber liberty
We have seen in the moment's, a friend has asked...

What is a courage to learn elsewhere?
Instinct and perchance, a rue of sincerity
Is ourselves forever, the truth in a spare
Token of appreciation with a meager insecurity

They welcome the future, we seldom the past
Living in the house of poise, dying in the how of poignancy
Chastity to fend for a strife, and charity for meaning stay has
A conscience to wonder's kisses, that is foremost's possibility

Done to total, alacrity
Saccharine smiles to avoid, you
Family assurances to develop a photo, integrity
Complacent, sudden and risque, food...

Simple harmony to inform, the next of kin...
Wishes to welcome us to the door
Risen with a fright, the trait of composure lent
In the name of participation, that has a world

Of worry...
Sincerity is a questioning house, with the times
Anecdote and its kisses, are a still worthing certainty
With prides patience, we know your crimes...

Long tomorrows with a colossal bill...
Your liberty in the run of consciences, still able
Avarice in the known, were we the season to little
Farts, that came with meat to the table

Fire...
And the rainbow of your ears
And your earthen reply, to heavenly diarrhea
Is it us, or your probably should that funky beer?

Place of blown minds?
Loft and creed in doubt, to never fail?
In how and who'm is a relationship to wind
Up in a crass tussle with a remote chance at, well...?

The privilege of none, speaking...
Here is a rage for phrases and terms in a lion's share
To simplify a fate, the knowing of wealth we are reaching
For, curiosity's and virtue's in same, if not despair...

What does this have to do with a blown mind?
The fight you are about to have, with a sour idea
Made in the care and fortitude of real enough emphasis and time
To share the candor of silences for a digression into mercy, majority and me...?

Anything else before I inherit a bruise?
Yes, the sound of your voice, where a lover has a call
To know a tastes treasure and a lucid youth
Does this mean we are a tribute in the open, hearing the risk of all?

Ask again, who did what...
And know a fear in the thanks and issue of a family to save
The notion of courage and distance to exact hope in the fame of love?
Are we still the neglect of posing life's question, or is a rued thought ours to name?

Don't try it as yet, for your love is a handsome aren't...
In the midst's of composure and the mystique of passion to come
Won't the clever be, the same we know or the count of shame, by far
Be a recognized kiss in the dread we have for each other, or, are we simply talking about home?

Too positive for an original answer?
See the name of potential become the rise of possibility
Let with the rhyme and reason of presence, to have the music to serve...
A history of seldom to views of every day call to us, a richer patience for what is our, shrewdness's hospitality?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Epiphany's share?
Intimate as we are, with roles
Aided by virtue and silence of norms, to care...
Sweet epitomy, has a snare for what doles...

Charisma under the tomorrow allowed
Weal we fathom, with a begging truth
Stares of poignancy, to reserve honesty as how
Lucre in the limelight, in inclined past's, youth?

Wretched, and forced to claim a tooth?
Well to know, with dour reality to silence?
For a gesture in rises and fall's, the common couth
With added consensus, the problems of vice and imagination

Told to yearning, for a somber salute to needs
Are we the stilled same, taken to reason's form's?
To enlighten, a shrewdness, for a climate we heed
With particular gains and fames, of what is many more...

Kisses with a reserve, for what toil's ahead...
Turn's of happenstance, into a livid could
Courage and predicament to assure, we are met
By the stead and stint of cares, that were jealousy rued...

Bell's and epistles, seclusion with again, to tell a story
Fewer in fear, than a call to avarice, has avidity?
Patience, and tumult, we will know is a condition hoary
With a realm to its might, many more known than what is, being

Tradition, and the envy of disciplines
Among the notion of innocence, until a heart is wrong
About the silence of divorce we have seen, begin meaning
A risking home, to suggest even the day can go all along?

Tow of a decision
Sounds of service to an ideal
Will a crush of existence
Make the known, is our blessing real?

Stepping forward, a show of force
In lend I've selected my keep
From many and sound, bests never worst
Superiority to vouch, is my time, audacity to seek?

Look, and be fascinated
The rule of vastness, are we never
Salt's endeavor, a risk, of a patience
Made for the moment of sense's, a needy lover?

Taken to extreme
And baring the stir of seasoned why
Can we have this first, this last, this dance of whim's
When we all know the better, the truth in each others sigh's?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pout, Johnny, pout
Since a dare, a driven love...
Sakes alive, the corner of charity we allowed
Is a taste of yesterday, with a tomorrow just because...

A taste of today, with its counter:
And retried misery, with a name to follow?
Reasons in frozen steps, a lip for the founder
That knew the cares of steadfast runs to a little soul...

More than a charisma in worth's timid embrace?
The truth of a voice so enamored, so vanity...
Is a language to confirm nothing, but the place
Of sensibility, the fact we dote is this part of sanity?

Witness me...
Running at the lengths of the notorious land
Success and distances avowed, for a lip that see's
You cry like a child before the world's needier hand

Sands of wishes we never made, without each other
Particular to inner most, if not the hosting, of desire
Last's treasures and finer features, of calling sin a kept bother
Just to show a levity of keep and now, the irony of a liar?

Pennys that dance when kissed, live on the noxious moon?
Stoic jewels of couth, where has an invisible kiss, begun or been?
Looking now in the eye, will we save justice, from all too soon?
The rage of simplicity to quell, the notion we know means...

Yes Johnny, the door swings both ways
The tale of youth and its demeanor, to remember a serious ilk...
Is but a beauty in motion, the turn of sincerity to what has
A paradise in long liberty's, the earning of guidance, for a heard decency's silk...

Long to view, the terror in a praise, we see the cunning...
Of insincerity that will, the around and deserved voice
Of minds adage, minds ability, to question a face still running...
What has a cope become, will a day's lament, become our only choice?

Tall order
To a whining child's offer
Didn't is my best friend, a word there
That has silence as a prophet

Winds of dissuasion
In the name of admission
A skill of pride, and intuition
Has future sorts, for a private listing

Once, upon a time...
A readied smile, has sought a thrill
Of curiosity's same, the some of trying
A panicked we, with a service to an ideal, to still

Thresholds of jaundiced more
In the skirted issue, of poignancy
To add and rest, in the name of full on war
With a finger of opportunity...

Seem and dreamt of, in foreign lands
A philosophy of courtesy, in vague fights
We have seen the obvious, the march of times hands
Into a wall of significance, looking for senses rights

Hope a shadow see's the better of a painting
Escape or given the boat of departure
The times are a changing heed, to live with a mercy wishing
For the childhood, of baring a friends win, of curiosity...

Look suspicious?
Save me from a toiling health, that has the kindness
Of worth, for a running here and now, to acquire a lesser us
In the name of joy, these charity's accept the known, with a shame's best?

Colloquial
Odd duty to a freedom
Semblances of force, and denial?
In a sake for shares, is lovelorn...

Aspiration, to well in the future
Sense with a reason, we envoy as if asking fall
Ought and sour rebuke in a watching security
Is a lore to finish it's burden, as if towed for all...

Ssshhh
We see a livid stone
Ask about the baring of a cause to listen
And a heed in trouble with speed, a vice atoned?

Simple, comes the gravelly voice of dismay
Sour and hurt feelings in a power
We see is a clash of since and its amends, worry to say
"I love you, with a risen might to serve, nor"

Good news, and the back of a plan
To tell the sudden, and the found
We are truer in a faint sorts, than a salty frog in the can't
Does Prince Albert, have a rued smile, or is singing on our lip's sound?

About a peanut...
And the talk of a town to live for a grief, a same and a cope
That has a reach to the stir's, of curiosity that meant
Tomorrow with a salty pipe, that is reasoning, we hope...

Tantrum's
And the beginning of surprises in the pace of response
And in the possibility, of a fun and seemly, host of fun
With a clique perhaps, comes the reality of a town to want, avidness won?

Done.
And the might of a legendary call to what was?
In the named nature of poise and it's heed, we are begun, homes
Coming to this, a cleverer then me man, knows...

Kindred in the lane
Making faces at the coming reign
Poise and deliver, the image of sanity
Has become the only salt to these, pacing vanity

Push, decency and irony
The gift of youth is ours, the waiting behalf of promises
In the could future we suggest, is a liberty
That seems to begin in the hands of couth, and shared sides

Mystery breeds intellectual soup
Salted, we have the curiosity of each to begin here
With pepper, the voice of callousness, has become a rue
With cheese, the tongue of virtue reveals a knowing tear

With a kiss, you just became the hero
Of values in the heed, of composure we never knew...
Accept the obvious, the talent of a bird is to voice a woe
See the world, see the cunning nature of what a hill grow...

Beauty in a cordial example of braces and vaunts of sincerity
Anarchy, in the scope of doneness, the duty to avarice
Has become a demeanor of guidance, to and from, certainty
The stale requiem of a sorry hind of solitude, that has a vice?

Antiseptic coils
That didn't and sides of wisdom, that came with a pride
Poignancy in a question to verily, the foot, future and further foil
Of a wish that selected itself, when chastity moves, a lip for snide...

Time ample
Times simplicity
Timid example
Timidly implicitly

Thunder and no applause
The talk of a new man
To remember ourselves, wishing the odds
Regret is such a vanity, if youth even can

Playing by the river...
Moisture and candid ever
The news to remind, a legends shiver
Is the eyefall of significance of other

Finding a burden, somehow so sweet
For the trouble it took
The language we spoke, to finish a meet
With the selection of a might, to look

A fair moment we dote, and know
The spent hurt and curt vices
We meant, and rolled into a tongue, to owe
And see the rue, of a moxy in these days, without sigh's...

We see your embarrassment, the tooth of repose
To agree, one more time in the sun, is worth the deed
Of compliment and justice, that comes to those
Where we are; the mercy in a callous voice taken to heed

Clever, clever, and clever more
Token shrouds for a failing day, no man has supposed...
The tale of commotion in the sharing, we have never seen to force
Long in the cope, if not honor to understate what a shadow posed

Today is you, today is who
Immediate to a rhyme posed to these, complete the soul
Of wishes so profound, that to know a grace, is ever could
The count of realer spirit than a long haunt, of ourselves old

Claim, claim, and claim some more
The risen misery we know is you, the dote of a bird in the heat
That has sung itself to death, the final lips you show for war
In a keep, so profound for a jaundiced first, to last and with us, a river to beat

Proper to still
Waiting on a charity's help
When energy's point to an obvious silliness
Is a coward to claim, a secret's wealth?

Eyes that rhymed with reason
Reality that knows a reaching tomorrow
Worth in a long stare, with liberty in the leaving
Is a coward to name, a problem for a lie to borrow?

Memory served, us a new tale
Through the might and redoubt, we dutifully finish
Meant as misery was, truer was in touch with a thought regal
Is a coward to fame, the other side of a justices sin, to wish?

Life with an obvious share, an hour to develop causes
In the way we were, a role of hysteria to live better
Than a callous more has a right, an identity of what were our odds
Is a coward to shame, a simplicity in love, with angel's and their letter?

Can love be a coward?
Shall and done, together in hell at last?
Would a party of redress triumphant, and its vehemence so far
Have the time, to know you for another cowardice, to never ask...

Truer to haste
Found in a child's hand
See the more, make fate a ways
With some's and futures in love, with can

Penny saved, a penny earned
Heat from the table of conscience
Has and done for, the tooth of privilege learned
To take advantage of a need, that is ours for sense

Basis in black
Is a whole of demand, the nature of life?
True to adding how, we see the words we lack
In the end, all things considered, communication is all and nigh

Light in the star's
Telling the world to be, the simplicity of emissary's
Going and coming in the name of purpose, by far
The tale told with might, the canny and the just, fairing

Special in need, but living in the sound
Of assumption, the toil of compliance
To acquire the same, of else in a row of heed, around
The tentative nature we know can, come to honor reliance

Who is this child, and what does immediacy mean?
Lore in the vastness of commitment, the turn of liberty
Into a capable and knowing ask, of when to glean
The role of adulthood, where a sign of the time's, was integrity

Grant me the speed
Heaven if not a haven of acceptation
Call of a miracle's friend, them to conceive
Bared seldom, and the rise of a right to silence a secret's sin

Soap and today's sun
Has followed a care, so tight
So beautiful in the name of cruelty's fun
Where one invited nightmare is it's light

Joy
Just to ire...
The paradise I saw, is a parable beyond an earthen coil
When we save the sight of a future, I have seen a wishes fire...

Press for me the candor of angst, a ghost I met once...
The tows of shrewd contact, to a lot, of questions that sow
The response of anarchy, to a blow of wind we saw bare a dragon
That has no name, but the one I gave to it, for a rose

Clay?
And the stark face of nothing, loved
By the forces I hated, except for a shred of decency
Same side of peace we will with a banal blindness, like us...

Have and the blessing of another ghost
Dance with us, until legend is none more, adage
Smile and defy the world, of a lip that has forsaken those
Till a resolve is no longer a host, of my pain and rage

Sorry no more alienation, which
In the true voice of now redeemed, is a callous share
In the levity of prowess to identify a chaste
Simply put, tomorrow...

Life has a temper
Made from old convinced who'd
And marvel's of drama, that has our tenure
Save me from ought's ordeal, if I show a hand so good...

May, we redoubt your pace
The future in an uproar, to tell a different story...
Worded by frank ennui, and endorsed with sates
That complete a final nature, to what was God-given worry

Oft, the pout of summations gift, a realer seem sometimes concise
Sometimes a herald of ambiguity to come, with a driven feat
Sometimes the wind speaks our language, like a fool has wizened
And sometimes a shared power to extant, the moments until least...

Guarding hope from a militancy's exchange
Will an avid forth, the bright mind of decision and attention?
Begin here, with a rhyme and a reason, however strange
To know a callous form to friendship, or its best contention?

Look, says society's ghost...
Mere to here and lead to dread
We are all a method to mend, the risen kind of those
When a tomorrow has a melancholy, the only idea is patience said

But a sneaking suspicion, profound for a tell tale gage
Of worth before a limit in light, that did show a fear its works
The tried and the true, the inner most of completion, of times rage
With a final push for voice, to know us, the actual truth that lurks

Sat with a done liberty, the mores of common weal
Have come and gone to return again, with a right to thorough can
And cannot a whole sincerity ever choose from austerity a feeling
Of purpose, to wonder in open catch and imbue, is salvation and?

Hell, in a stare...
Which, need and prosper
Couldn't, find and kind, make merry?
A windy thought, for silence to serve...

A yawn in the times, to have altogether a clash
Sport of sigh's, exaction of a focused soul?
With memories, asking in an embarrassed fashion
To reach and never fail; the senses of old in their fold?

Waiting hours, that rescue a relenting since
Pretty bolts of wishes, that use wisdom as a friend
Secrets like these, are made for thumbs to lend...
A passing guidance to and from, a host oft shyness's, ends...

Total, are we a favored sincerity?
The fact we display, is a halt to seemingly, the toil...
Of everyday couth, we hope is a reason in the city
Where one patience above all, has meant us for a kept health...?

Running and playing, now
Tremendous sours and happier sweets, share futures...
Like a miracle to witness, the curiosity of ought and how about
Is yours forever, until a friend comes for it, a burden we have worthed?

With the lips of fortune, or the silence broken by dissuasion?
Time is a caring hour, such made, for ourselves...
Letting sunshine have the mercy, its supposed to be, stay...
A doubt to compare so with well, the voice that delves...

So waited...
In human color
The reasons of a fury, to be fated
A wish of service to an ideal, as patience's fulfilment

Clear the worth
Care for a stomached hap
Calls of when, we were the roles of earth
Comes with a friend, to same and laugh

The boding nature
Of a promises jealousy
Toward the final lip, of coming whole to learn
A wish, is for any who would the rise of anarchy

The race of shame, succinct
To the liberty of virtue, a heart of sincerity?
With creation as a name, a place of inclination
With the volition of time, came in words of simplicity

A wager of pomposity:
If a callous form to ethics is to be
Is a legend of redoubt, ours for a clashing lividity?
See the cope, the succor of avid live; collect a hold of identity...

Unction in love
Well to do guarantee's, fewer in number
Than birds of paradise, a lasting covenant
That collect a tried and truer kiss, than a moment in hand, dumber

A bird named happiness
The opus of require, in the remaining voice of certainty
Shown the course and condition we expect to bless
The order of kind, that has us for a shown eye, with prowess comes lands amenity

Never a sore song
Without a revealing done, to the suppose of why
Rights of sensibility that adore you, for a season of curiosity all along
When might makes a speed right, the eyes of decency speak of courage's sight

Which see's you in a rosey finish to a stare...
Come, with real silence, that seeks to understand a dilemma
Of unity's distance, and partisan familiarity, a question of care
Taken to utmost with a privileged and, of since and beauty's humbler

Birds are such envious causes, when a rule of thumb makes shame
See the promises of composure for a new time, our simplicity
Is a couth on the move, readying hope to give sight's shadow a name
That deserves the star we made, reasoning truth, is yours implicitly...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life, taught by a key
Seeking it's lock, misery for a pandered doling
****, have you seen the better of me?
Since we are all made, to seek knowing...

Might we be frank?
Soul's in a freedom that save the can
Have the sense of when eyes suggest anger
To be the lid to the problem, and...

A silent mistake
Known to keep, in the brutality of the wind
Simple news for a shadow to take
A future in the steps of those wiser, and sinning

Poor, potential and patience
Together for a name to rise above the land
And seem the pressure of ancient men, that sought ages
Of river's and cities, that did soul, with a bugs challenge...

Patterned after six, the moment of dinge's
Presumption in love, with anything but a door
Taken for a fool, or the shine of a gift in wings
Can you save heathen from the whistles we make for war...

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

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

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

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

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

Know patience
With your flower, a halo of symmetry...
Right about silence, are we to understate rages?
Pennies, and silvery tongues in a jar, ready for liberty?

Strange almost, never absolute
Walking before us, the tows of remorse
Have the character, the clash of sincerity's doom?
Here is your waiting smile, you offer is a kinder force...

Lights in the city
Awful promises, that risk, everything
For your chance, with blind measures, the opus of wit
Has you by the hand, and I want a little more than anything

When, suspense, and anticipation?
Has had our sit, to collect a merciful none?
That has seen the world through, our eyes as kin
A brighter memory has come with us to a deviation

Pretty lady, are we to share a kiss on their behalf?
Doting on the sore and the sour, can't a simplicity save one more
Justice that is, when sordid is to be a question we instinctually laugh
Is a world-weary sneeze at the rhyme and reason, of justice's order?

Killing time on each other's nerves, asking the poor and their actual
Will we succumb to live and let's lucre; the walls of oblivion...?
Taste the flower I gave you, a shrewd sin in the morrow so if and factual
That time is following us, with another face and space for living...

The opinion of candy, the taste of powers of Christ?
Has a wayward share in a cloud, that escapes the moment with avarice
In a brand-new breeze, of what was somber news, a shadow of lies?
Is our need, a penny spent, and a tongue about sexes blessed, sight?

Live in the saved
With me, and the times we due
Curiosity to serve, as a shoulder loved, in labor
Of contrary sin, taken to exaction and would

Life in the saved
Poor isn't and the truth in a hurting hope
The liberty's we seem, and collect in passion, gave
The new reason's and dread, we failed to cope...

With
The stars to avoid, the comely nature
Of a stirring heed, for silence to dream in blisses
We foretell is a rage, the darting of all into purity

Warn
Misery and portion, for a sanity to fathom
The causes we cursed, done with the order of more
Since we need, and begin to hear, the craving of home...

Will
Needs intertwined, the past's remembrance
Have in an isolation, coming for panic still...
The role of gift's of ridicule, without, our faith lends

Wish
Utmost, the course of a bracing new ship
Is nowhere in a vacuum, too angry to finish
The place of real enough times, that earned a conscience's lip

Wink
See the courage of a unwholesome fantasy, made to honor
The known laugh of energy's we tell tale, as if wicked...
Shame is a callous hand, to work the magic of another's valor?

Maybe, never
Influences that deliberate the known
Succor we can afford, the lucre we find, severe
Patience's, we turn to same, the past's indifference sewn

As a laugh of committal, that hasn't the name
Of compassion to collect, the risk's of power's
We seek, the tempter with the voice of charity, asking many may
We begin the song of lover's, to describe a how, like a liberty's flower

We seem the decency we have begun
Tastes and honor's in lived, causes that make us overwhelm
Time in it's distant stare, with creation
Taken to our shadow's and friendship's of imagination, we have seen heaven and hell...

Wishes, worth, whence
Patience we fate, and allow
A hard sport of commitment, a pace again
The day with a spoil of voice, we how...

Decency in a handshake?
The role of passion for a nearing so...
To deliberate a silent measure, of past's mistake's
Candor to else, we find ourselves, a quaint no...

Typical, a friend of mind's to each a moment
Will simple ease, and cares, add to same?
We seem to be, a choice affluence...
True to inspired hap, where a guidance of names...

Stares of energy, we find show air's and void's of many
Shall and the season of youth worth kindness, keep act's?
We deem a relative resolve, to tact and fancy?
A reach for adrenaline and its shadow, the communion of pact's?

Will we see amicability and a brand new heart to tell the tale?
The difference between whole and whimsey, natures
Of compromise and significance, to a hopeful resort, for hell...?
That comes and goes, like this, is a shadow made for curiosity...

God and befriending the able minded forces we call a family
Can a happier share of charisma seen, begin here?
And a swallow of bared vicinity in love, be, the courage of finality
Willing to say in heed, a presence for another's fear?

Actual, ought and moments
Tarry under the likes of us?
****** into the light, and sour relents
Upon a stone so favored, time has named it 'thus'

Patience to seem a cordial deem...
Of cause and carry, the portent of lucid more
We fascinate each other, with a realm to fathom
Succor and its history, a liberty to realize with, war...?

Pride has its must...
Pathetic knows the scope of unions and vexation...
Power's seem the better of loose cloth...
Preeminence suggests the common, to be a many's intuition...

Stink in here?, please watch out...
Never burden a conscience without simplicity's presence...
For decency to collect another insight, we make in a pout
That devastated an enemy without alarm and anti-rhythm to ends

Looking at forever, with the embarrassment of another
Till, we share the concern in a lack and clashing being, ask
Me if I spill the beans of politeness, or if hill's of beans matter
Looking the part, purpose and past; judges of hell have acted...

Wry time...?
In the hands of courage
Succinct, if not success in minding
An overture, we relish in sour legends?

Such is starting...
Startling, a whole and a halt
Of virtue to silence, an answer wording...
The truth of our heart, which adores our mercy's call

To wishes we never saw
In the scope of season, without a reach?
When and where to finalize a cold shoulder, we vow
Is a real enough presence of mind, for a rhyme and a cease

Everybody yearns for their senses, with a chair of opportunity
Long in looks for fun and service to an unique ideal
Well with us, the stone saved of a climate to excel, individuality
Young in its breadth and justice, come by chastity and strength, to weal

Lending a silence to a friend and his imagination
Till the redress of complexity, is ours to give...
And select for a future, the shares of when we are life's machination
The role of shape and color of destiny, we encourage, is means to an end...

Do our spare whisper's and droll facades...
Make you a rhyme before reason, a knowing guilt?
Recognizing the music in the air, and wagering a half of shade
Whether and otherwise been, we have seen your eyes come to the same philosophy...

Callous find
Ur, keepers, the tows we insist are due?
Long in the sulk, of a prowess is daunting life...
With significance begun here in lore, love or of late, aloof?

Paper lion's
Almost ready to serve the mystique to you...?
Named upheaval, the carnal cloth, we say by spying
In a relatively finished thought, to clench the deal, of who...

Is a waiting curiosity, in wishes heat and fellow audacity?
The welcome eyes of compatriot's, in our silence, sigh's
They find for the composure of done and duty, the length of civility
But where is our decision to exist let, in the limelight with trying times?

On the flesh, one details a careless whisper?
On the breath, if forced ends to yield, the cold shoulder?
On our behalf, was a colossus of friends, an austerity in danger?
On our way to hell, is a stipend of cares and dares, the only deed older...?

Smell a babe, the culture of play and plain said, safety is a rage
Fighting for weariness, and the done verve we escape from
To seek the better all, allied to a survivor's eyes that failed to age
With since, sake and succinctly seen to live well, without ... them?

Where as I, have the time to establish a lip...
That claims the poise, if not despite yet in the mores we admit
Is a rarity to finish the summing and noting of an affirmation to whit:
A neglecting idea, come who and worldly in few, the harried of a wish that meant what to it...?

Motivation in a warring need, found under a pillow one day:
Indemnity wants a new lover, forth the pride of pain and order
Time with a realer kiss, is but the dote of need's kinder and spate...
With courage's distance to the suggestion it keeps, is a reality hair?

Where, deluded
San's sophistication...
A welcoming done, on by view
A relic of anger's intimation?

Ours, the skip of opus...
Fear, freedom is a merciful gift
Form, we have never; as dust...
Beauty is a challenge, given as eye's lift

A rage is no man's wisdom...
Races of reign, baring the brutal
As living dies for a better question
The younger the love, the more the blind will?

Blind is both, to bother a realm
With a sake's agony, saint's be patient?
Where devoid, accusation has found health
Even with a marriage resolute, death is resplendent...

Dread became pride's soul devotion
Surreal to venture forth, love...
With sincerity as a reward for us, a portion?
Of a soul's only eye's to know, a wishes covenant?

Lips we silence...?
Able bodied and ruing a kiss
Soul's with utmost to prove, completion the win...
In the eaves of solitude, many have to offer, is

Recreation of a time
With paces of prowess and the might of a knowing friend
Simple advance, of a courtesy to the norm, are we to find...
A succor in the stir of adding and inclination, a salt to lend?

See the tale of poor eyes, save the grace of decency...
Wishes and portrayal in few, we excite to tell a different
Story than a riddle in the could, we satisfy the host of tranquility?
Places and mayhem, earning the count of worth in seriousness's lament

See the toil of anger's bell...
Knowing a dry tear, if not terror of instincts quarter
Wink or superior blink's, in the toll of voice, to argue lots well...
Sated form's and the still of the night, to fight a copious pride in sense and order...

In the muss and fuss of an ordinary fame, to conceive of a push
For daylight, we have no turn nor fury, with a caring yet
Of powers that begin and end, with ourselves to remind, a watch
Of appearances, that save a worldly addiction, from winds we met...

Aloof and sour to heel, but with a praise for acknowledge
When is more, that suggests the better of you, like a judge?
Come to succinctness, in the hopes and dreams of where we are, rage?
This home of suffice and chastity's vice, is but a new irony hushed...

Promise the skill's of sunshine, and I will seek thee a curiosity
Intimate a role of simplicity for a guarantee, and spoken will be a needy harmony
Same the truth in a passion's first, and the last of silence, will be virtuosity
Know me, a craving in hours and depend, and we will together see, the morrow have a salt, for now and reasons...

Avid, due is
A host of what most
A role of fate, to live like sates bliss
When the world collides, with home pie

Turn the entertainment on?
So weighted an argument, for you to be
A gainly season of truth, that some describe wrong
Like a babbling babe, we turn chaste into a miracle to lead

Shapes of timidity, to come
Sware at a thumb, or drink a beer...
The times are a foreign ship, with bells at the helm
With an approaching iceberg, that has shared your...

Daring a little more, asking sauce?
Escaping the temper of God, in a lifeboat?
Sweating the difference between us, and a hairy ****?
Is it all right to dance here, when silence has been overcome more?

Then you, the ship is your future, in the new?
Step into the light, or recede in the dark
Your sneezes predict a shall's conversation, with a cunning who?
Like love to light us a cigarette, we have the sea to hark...

A ruined shadow of a chance, with a special on suicide?
Money or insurance, your place is with me...
Mutual assurance in the now, with a particular habit of life
Something cheery, with soapy eyes and a shyness of meant we're

Pass the need?
Clarity with any sort's...
Find and mere, where we heed
A being shadow, asking of course...

Will we find our little wonder
True to integrity, like a heart?
Is a might freed?, in patience we can
The many with a shrewd, paces and faces of art?

Timely tale, with a round about save
Of cares tangible, let with a voices sound
Merit me, the waiting half and future, I've gave
The name of a soul, to a smile, that was never proud...

Persist, says the name, in a well spoken judgment
Of a light of composure, nary the stead
Of clues and bared moment's, we took for lending
The emotion's we keep, as a gesture of mercy, we lead...

A home to strength, and a room for sharing
Tomorrow with a friend in deed, and modesty with here
And now, the power to compare and sake, the frown so harrowing?
With art now in our soul, can we save you to, from what we fear?

None of the above
Somewhere, nothing to due...
With apropos silence, a corner of love
The salt to an eye, somewhere back in couth?

Shadows of change, if not the chance
Of courage and its best, peace
Bless us with a soul, if you find the instance
Of a spirit charitable, with todays patience...

Babes will affirm the know...
The sigh's of comment to be found in cope
Asking, in a deeds voice, is a wish to openly owe?
The courtesy of vices on the tip of the tongue, hope

When will aspire return, to typicality's sense?
First in the gifts, than the kisses of choice
Simple liberty is for any who would let ends
Sake the guidance a marvel makes, when we're back to voice?

Good bye, and with a reach for more...
The taste of hello, to the world, is a strength of mine
Powers of properness, and the might we form
Is a skipping light, said for in a wholesome soon, the very hour of adding a dreads shine...

Prayers of a wishing God...
Let to seem, the ire's of clash and suppose
A character of sincerity saw the reasons of beauty in its ought
For a smile in the known, that has come to these, for you

Paces to run
Order and frank purchase
To tell a story of the hour, won
Well to do, and with arduousness as an image

Looking among the challenge...
Sorrow and focus, the drive of sake
Told and taken to promise, the count of whence
Prepared to survive the tenderer core, of what heed make

Silence approves, than the gun
Appearances may deceive, but suicide has a key...
Many to form the words of shares in harrowing
Quiet become the throngs noise, to incite anarchy

Run, run, run we do
Lived and thoughts of content, contemplating a host
To decide our fate, are we worth the moment's who'th
Coming and going to needs of privilege, for a soul so most

Looking for the far hill's, seasoned and cleverly adored?
The wages of the world are at our fingertip's...
Sense and selection for a thought, we have for a word
Since we are the winner, will a shadow face the news, or a halo oft what is?

Come to our circle
Think but the coming honor to be our seldom
Wish the merry wish of when a salt has seen the world
Become the presence of mind, to ask a simple question...