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?

Books on the table:
A stereotypical photographic ensemble, with it to take
A briefer sit of a chemistry lesson, the irony of yearnings fable
A stoic repartee, of a woman's decision to find a marriage made

Time never gives gifts unless it gets won...
Here to stay, with muses in character and the ink staid...
So sweet, the eyes of contemplation, the exaction of come
Is a hero to look before time, that defends a home with laid...

Flowers...
And destiny's foible, to take the choice of couth, to another
Silence in a chance meeting, with a friends sulking, suggestive powers
And shrewd custom, to accuse in every hinds wish, a simpler lover...

But the music in the house, is made to be savored
Shown the court of decency, does redemption find true
The fear of composure and the sides of anarchy we blessed and favored
With another love, to tell a story that some caught, for anger and accrue

Long time with another book on youth
Fresh from the cornered problems of bedrooms and allies
Where has calling the dark a driven name, been (with bared ideas and scared couth)
Is my finished alarm, so fantastic, that I don't know when liberty dies?

All, of simple options
Through the dark; of a little more
Satire; than whole resolve, the comparison of sin...
Has a voice, some equate with God, and his war

Cares to fulfil, an ancient prophecy...?
Where is bliss a taste of changes poise and its chances kin?
In the bathroom... a head for intimacy?
Try the vice now, the tarter the commotion, the lesser the lesson of sense...

Of a tear that revolted against, you...
Whether simple ask and acts, the done
To a cold shoulder is a wisdom to add a skew
Of silences just, are you ready for a friend that may forbid come?

Hatred, and the remorse of composure to a new face?
Set to rights, the climbing urge to share the tow...
Of a wiser question than sameness, in the sour way we make peace
A salt to the liberty of can't, being have hands for what was passion allowed?

Conscience, does a circumstance of weal, begin with us?
Proper to ourselves in the name of sigh's that devote the future all
To a whisper, that begat good nature to a realm of a silences disgust
Need in a poison stare; new is yours, now is mine to never fall...

Look, pal
The truth in a countering hand
Has a lip to prove, any old how
That should know the better, of a guilty and

Simple news, to the disenfranchised
Paces we can deal with, the lover's
Of summary not, knots in their life?
Lie's we can deal a blow to, once and forever

Look, pal
The lies in a contrivances hand
Hasn't a lip to prove, any new call...
To keep the better, of an innocent and

Complex news, to the dystrophy
Peace's deal with, hatred
Of sincerity's nothing, notches with a key...
Kindred we can't deal blows to, without anger lead

Liberty we assure
The coming part and host of commitment
To work in concert for a thought purer
By the senses we adopt, or adore as the spire of lament?

Prejudice and privilege...?
To take the back of your hand, for a fool it was
An honest means, to finished same, the tooth of rage
In intuition's mar, the consensus of love from dust

Tales from the creep
Visited with a portion in vague, the light of precisely
Then and heart's of cope, the logic you let, with
A hand in the scourge of time, that has become power's season?

Safety first
Said a yearning sunshine
To the best of me, reaches for sense and burst
When an avail is ours, to complete a sigh...

Safety wind
Append and appoint, the course of a friend
Showing us this and that, to excite a giving
Of resolution in our way, excess of curiosity to end?

Safety theirs
Energy we mean, meant in the heart of synchronicity
True to a silent offering, that has seen a prayer's
Confession, the toll of even tides and them ide's, we invite to liberty

Safety forth
To a treasured irony, the tale of implicitly
The tarry of spare feelings, and the source of more, worth
In the name of a simple future, love is ours to introduce, eaves of heaven?

Safety independence
Astute in a couth, assumed in a truth
Saving heed, for a generosity to understand chance
And your still here, with a mind to begin, another soul worth youth?

Safety came
Decency in a real venture, of done and will, beauty
Have the senses of reach, reason and reign?
To tell a story on the opposite side of the might, we saved for you to prophecy...

Though a light says hello
Quiet acceptation, of a varying praise
With the comment of seem, the society of owed
Cares, in the name of gifts of the legends we laid

To rights, and the haste in a clashing voice
See the guidance we due, a host of subtle
And taken with the known, a certainty to source
The questions of life, has loves embrace fulfilled?

Stares of decision in the fate we predict
A salt for the rest of humanity, a treatise of kind
We know like a sensible poem, a fashion elect
To the bracing steps of judgment, that have liberty to mind

Will you remember me, when the dread of a sincere thought
Heeds the better of said, inner-most trial and error
Found in my live and let live, the notion of seldom sought
Though seldom is my honor, my reward for time fairer?

The kiss is direct, and to the point...
Many people may come and go, but a time to remind
Is the opinion of couth, a simplicity of loyalty and mercy's toil
That has the bared fate of it and even more, the hour of light to sigh

Patiently, you
Imagined in a fathomed decency
Welcome in the cope and stunning light, of reach aloof
To tell the story of an age, that has quiet for humanity

Role of a secret lover
Taken to stir and faring hope, the catch of day
On the here and now, the spoil of another utter
Rings and toward smile, a whetted appetite for any?

Cause curious
Today was a fate awakening from a fist
Named so politely, so wished for, a kiss furious
That wishes were made to be have, and neediest...

Call me a ceaseless romantic, the tools of avarice
Are a heady curiosity, come of age
With but the declaration of a filial friendship, might's
Adage, even when morals become the music to face...

Conscience
And the talk of dependency, which fights for every lip
Of loves circumstance, including the guise of outright presence
That has one more step for you to approve, the shadow of pity?

Yesterday, was my kindness
A sociable drink, a meaning to rises
And falls of when, wishes find themselves to bless
A handsome yoke, that begat forces before what despises...

A gracious thank you, a meant glance at what was
A stolen kiss, to deify the keeping and guarantee we avow
A stir of repose, that has the romance of decency, for one more thus
A salient and beaming hello, that selects vice over the common how

Is it me, or did I just try to **** you?
Places and passion at last, the towering of a giant
That has the cough of decision for a neglect, but has seen life due
With a role of seasons and care in a charismatic divorce, of silence

Waiting for your answer...
Seldom, was its foil, if not toying of apprehension
Taken to avarice, like a child with moments to become a unique person...
I see the common route to your favor, the tale of forces that made certainty...

Baring the cold, the angel of unity for a privilege and its means
Will a worldly stare at you, given us, to hand a gift of insight
If, the lucre of dispossession, in our forthright chemistry, is a glean
Of shouldering the simplicity of the reach of a new chaste, well within our right's?

A brass lantern, a soldier of tenacity that has bespoken years
Still the irony we sold to a God, that has a liberty of all in mind
With the voice of causes, condition foresworn, to be a soul that hears
A rational world known for reasons of a callous source, to what asks, "is a light surmising you to be a shadowed kindness?"

Native to the view
Completeness in a well formed heart
Simple rage was such a harrowing soon
To take the blind from a hat, to seal the deal, smartly

Compelling, the notion to be around
Sour mind's and the heaven we detail
To be the cold hard course in happiness, that does found
Will we be the actual live, or is need our moment to say ill?

Pretty consciences
The toil of succinctly the known cares
Where one more simple life, to share in defense
Of another, is a hopeful instinct come to fair

Look, say we, the commotion of since
The times are for the all of us, the power to sulk
In the coming rain, where we are the sun to pounce
Have and hold the better of me, a risk in the world, full of faults

But a patient hand to know
The beauty we can deserve, with the promise of decency
True and how, fashioned from the spare key's of yesterday and owe
Looking for a lock of stipulation if not fun, the ire's of history

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

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

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

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

Doubt
Reasoned with your, friend...
Excuses to win a wish from your pout
Hasn't seen your ghost, until eyes lend

Marvels of home
Meticulous in an innocent stare...
I see a wishes grasp, a mindful love
Choose you, for a question in care

For a decency, with a parable's truth
Sense, sanity and seasons
Of frank and curious, beginnings of youth
When decision is one, will want have its reasons?

Simply breaths to bode, callously?
Share a misogyny, the vastness of us
Come from nowhere, somewhere to ease?
The shadow of compliment, we save because...?

Now, is in your hands, myself
Through and due, the times are a needy
Friendship, to live long, in a sight's wealth
Somehow given prowess, a lifetime to keep

Redoubt
Still, the hunger of emancipation...
With voice; even couth, even now
The eyes of life, in all intimation...

Opus deity
Strong adage, the truth in paces
Where we know the course, faintly
Of pining heed, the turn of what worth faces...

Divine hearts
The tooth of advance, craft a day for silence
To ask an endearing question, with heat starts...
Do the times owe a blind eye, to me and the smile in the winds...?

Denial, vicinity?
And the coping our, often sides
Of empathy and reality
Have the voice of a callous wry?

Went well with the wishes you made
Thorough in affect, the haste of harmony
Race, my silent friend, is a show of said
Creation, and the vices we affirm, are purity...

Hoping we're...
But a clash with a similarity to senses
Of peace and proportion, the tale to defend for a lender
Of concern , the taken poise we admit, is coming to end...

Finality hell
Sight and sound, is a romance of kind, kings of touch
Known, the spare ides of reason, the worthier bell
Of taste is specialness; here is the tender soul of love...

Future I've
This and about, the stir of airing the more
When also is but a kiss, the timid means to live?
And let pasts of need, become the fate of what we were...

No finish, no eye
Without a simpler gift
To know a better city, when wry
The hours until pasts have decency, to lift

Itself to a plane of exasperation
Powers in love, with know, a callous sorts
To a windier start to fame, than the next generation
Shown the spill of light, that limits time to such's force

Prayers in found voice, with a clue
Kind come, and the dread of sincerity
Finished with justice, and the cool liberty we soon
The tows of might, are one to find here, with reality

The truth in a handful of bared kindred
Sakes alive, the turn of vice into a sour couth
To know and to love, with the sides of fewer lead
Than fewer meant, to keep a share of what we knew, youth

Young races, younger eyes
Paces and places of virtue, with the time
To predilect a so, with a soul for sigh's
Long in looks and posed to continue in courage, is a world ours, for  trying?

Days without you...
Misery, is such an eavesdropper
Completing the day, with prayer due
Complaining announced, with hunger's care

Stoic interchanges
Odd to beauty, the committing change
Of love into a season of strangers
Where oh where, has my little lamb been?

Calling bird an open world...
Words of defense, the wisdom of tides
Turned by insignificance, a lip early
By courage's reclamation, for wishes divine

Cold thoughts about a seemly limit
Made by lovers and friends
Was succor to verify a new spirit?
Of legends, of vanity and amends...

Was home the only place for love?
Same to each, and known for a conscience
Adding reason's; made by the causes of us
Corner's of reality, with but a moment for your presence?

Same first to function worst
Etc. in portion, a love of misery
Room to sake, the tale of exaggeration to occur
The toil of laden adage, as if worth in history

Quiet?
And the kiss of a mystified angel...
Ought in the now, norm was a frank might
To tell a tale of liability and distance, to love we still...

Marvel's?
Ply and the door of significance
Still a friends wishes, the audacity of welcome
To a spite in tone and service, a voice of peace?

Prayer's?
The visit of gullibility to a time
Through and done though, a heart is a waking cares
That has accepted home, as a living truth, a demons crime?

Haven't?
In beauty and sense, the league of when a chastity has come
Of age, the taller the tree to a mimicry, a promise to relent
With the form of deed and bared stead, do we seem done?

Dance's?
Overtly the kind come, of a gentle majority
To where and many ought airs, of when a life romances
The tale of creed, is a care to give ours, or is patience an enmity?

Savior's?
With the west of the wind to prove, a hatful of discussed
Method and duty to a friendship in lore, we mind stares
Of a life long haste, to decide whether family is thus?

Misery?
And the blind moment of a kiss no one wanted...
But the passion of a silence that took you for a deem of liberty
Meant one step ahead of you, is a guarantee of cause yours to lead?

Pain?
As astute or cunning a means may be...
The legend of grooming a hate for the table of sense, though plain
The world of ye, is a concept in gray, that comes from love to anarchy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Salt, do you owe me love?
Since a single idea made us
Through and few, the toil of a new sense
For which and where, the scope of eyes we discuss

Space for a noisome charity, set to rights
With a callous fear, the thought of wonder
In the arms of insincerity, spare notion to share a might
With no face, but the one given a garrison of thunder

Shameful, the talking and the spate irony
Of a question still lingering, in the shadows of couth
Persons of strength, and the tooth of ours, impunity
Is a wealth to remember once, when the fate of truth...

So many heroes and spare ides to welcome home
When the fires of uncertainty, are nothing more than urges
Of lingering heed to a patience, that has you by name
And the very courage to show the more, to a mind, word for word

Salt, do I owe you love?
Special and ordered with the fury of mercy in a whole stare
Shown to be, the coming hope of seldom and its vast and burdened covenant
With a promise from an eternal lip, that knows what it is to care

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

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

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

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

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

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

Party in the shadows
Ending with aplomb, tomorrow we sing again
The praises of a courage, and what has
A salty face for the rest, and the blessing of when

Compare me to a star, a lover will ask
Time and offering honor, to you
Is a wish so soundly made, in the words we lack?
To seldom seen, or requited win, of consensus we are due

Also at the party, was a survivor
Of meant calamity, and the since of hope
We see you have a better day, than the rise of misery, in any form
Time will show a heart come, with the passion of sensitivity aloof

Charisma was the first to ask, "In a dry and held joke"
"Would you like to say, the coming and going of a house"
"That took the edge's off a guarantee, like a burden that looked"
"Before all, the sound of our merriment, and better halves of choice"

The survivor looked and asked:
"What is the joke?"
Charisma intoned, "Nobody's going to slap you on the face for staring"
Smiling, the survivor asked somebody to dance...

Candy ought, candy?
Happier trust, toil and thus
Found in a hardy hand...
Seldom, many have discussed?

Rational versus season
Live with us in the open
Tales of virtue, we know to be keen
Here in our heart's, with sense to hope...

All and reason, any and future am
Today we add to remember, cares
Ably till, found is a request of when
True to ourselves, the thought of distance to share?

Weal to steal, another kiss...?
Sight and sound, the rue of a mind
Rules and haunting look's, of a noble wish
Two to show, liberty, we are kind...

Insight we same, the lead of solace
Merit and few, limit and couth...
Pyres of just thought, we share in existence
Of a sincerity to think, in love, another youth?

Penny knuckle
Penny Charlie, of the hills of romance
Penny with punch for each, a handsome will
Penny in check, to a realing cheek, with which we kiss

Popular homes
And the tooth of resolve
Terror is such a cheap chic, the thought for bitter words
When the music gets tight, and a hallowed wish, so cool...

Purpose beyond a shade in the corner of my fame
I wish for you, to hear the moment in a clash
Set to serve the bind, the curiosity, of a shame
To welcome the irony, of another friend of my pasts

Glares at the time, with a chin to finish the pale
Sour old crescendo, still amends in a willing house
Set to sovereign glue, like a sand is meant for its eponymous sail...
The towers of dalliance and the scope of our flout

Penny unison
Taking the time, to work the conversations into the neighbors
Living room where a saving where, is but another kiss today, would
A shrewd lip know so much, gifts of simplicity to a world for order...

Laugh of a wall...?
That has you for stoicness, might and many
Comparing heed, with an order for tall
Tales, the coming host of complacency, we find any?

Does a rhyme remember to consider a stir, enough?
Can its demeanor, begin a rue with sake and life?
Was the course of neediness, a rosey future to love?
Will we select ourselves, for a vice and or it's strife?

Leading the way, to admiration made...?
And making patronage a friend due
The tried eyes of hospitality, to question meant for said
Works of remembrance, confuse only the who...

Sojourn with a poet
That has put a care in charisma's arms...
Swift understanding, and the adversity of a longings loft
Will sour notice, or need's sophistication, become a heart that chose, warms?

Iota of better times...
Still the wayward order, to a clash with cleansing hope
With the irony of decency, we foretell as a sincere sighing
Has the voice of the unmistaken, curiosity's astute cope?

If guest's have warm
Blankets and conscience for the night
Will biding tension form the belly of the night, simplify worth?
Focus of semblance and heard, in right...

Time with a memory found
Trusted bastion's and fathoming the cycle
Of hindsight and it's more, a strength so proud?
With a sense of admittance and it's honor, come full circle...

Strange, the timidity of cease and desist
Truer to a wealth than to hopeful poor...?
Turning with a charisma and heed, a light will insist
Is this smile of revealing hour's, and will knowing it, war?

Presence of cope, and a common taste
In the burden of similar breath and mirth, to suggest the kind
Silence in intervening places, and the guidance of haste
Into the corner of surmised hopes and gains of reason's rhyme
        trying?

Just to say, we found your smile in a corner last night
Patient and satisfied with a mind of matter's
Will simple relationship's with a candor, and its might
Have the sense of ourselves or the light which flatter's?

A true friend, will answer nothing but the blessed
For a courage in the normalcy we save, for the silent dreams
We share, today and ever with hope, for a salt in our lest...
Can't a friendship order the sharing home, with what one another,
           seems?

A true misery, will notice the door of ask and opportunity
Since we are the paces of compromise and hence, the offering
Of life to itself, the dread we make for other's to see...
Is a wish wild in the wind, where simplicity was accepted lean?

A true mystery?
Why people of astounding host's, inception and moment's hath...?
The awakening house, and the chastity of sincerity worth history
Patience? shared ordeals of quiet, and sour heed, of a lover's wrath?

Nature was the given, hospitality?
Being the kind and simplicity we sought
In the fames of prodigy, the life of a city?
Where one stir of ability, deserves another...

Paces of ingenuity, ideas that save heed...
And the cares of cease and insistence
Let like a habit's home, that calmed the needs
Of cope and rightness, with a mind to assist...

Live with have and hold, an occurring owe?
Remembering hope as a gift of mention?
Might and misery, are we lead, to sincerity we know?
With a place for commonness, that is meaning and relation...

True
We sake, the coming hour to seek a caring weal...
Of conscience and persistence, we look for congeniality's couth
Time in its erudite wishes, and the more's we marvel...

Kind?
Since, we are an each of responsibility...
The tooth you named a reach for complexity, and is, trying...
Was the deem of compared have, our spirit of liberty...?

Perhaps
Worth sojourn and the certainty's of life
Ours for a letting meet, to help the silence of asking hath
Will once among a time, given for, happily ever nigh...?

See the city of opportunity...
Collect the increase and scope of presence of entourage's many
And make the keep merely the security of a dependency with entirety's key
And the host of perception, with a new realm to it's dream...

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

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

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

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

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

Ink and hammer
Brethren in the way, of family's
Of couth, we know you like dimmer
Minds, that adjust to another's stare, for wishes ease

Lies, betrayal, ******...?
Social climbing in a handsomer mirror...
Where the buffalo rose to a cause that saw your...
The taint of cope, and the curious way we dance in fear

Kings of promises, for the rest of eternity?
Stoic to a fault, the compliment of justness
In the eyes of love, the tale we adjust to vanity
Till the world has its heed, of a subtler guest...

Patience, we think, aloud
Is a cornered friend, with a dread to spend
Recreation and the stir of misery, also in those eyes, so proud
Life to a wish that has a rages star, that reminds:

A house of means and sense
Loft to a rolling courage, to win the compliment
Of unity and total, the causes we save from suspense
And the nature of sorrow for a manhood, that saw all in a silent...

Need to know
A threat in the middle
Of an argument with a mind to blow
Has or has not, the irony I sit, let a reason say little...

Patience for an evening eye
Torrid is nowhere in the same, betting on the name
Of clashes to fast, the space of picking the sigh...
Before the silence has a chance to consume reality for fame

Strange, paranoid, sulking with inner most desire
Redress is nowhere to be found, except in the hands of love...?
Baring the sort's, and the figure of animosity to inquire
Is a relapse of gift's, the only way to get through to you, us...

What is this mystical gift you offer?
A half of simplicity in the known, to take the conscience
Of redoubt, to a level in the score, of wielding the sight of a lover
With a risk for issue, that is the thread of dismay, we practice for ends

See the coming hope of answer's, we know to be...
Them and self, to recreate a voice from needs, and nothing
But the irony you suggest, is a glance at what we deem
Is the privilege of concern for actuality, to begin here with means?

Hell, says a voice that knew the course of a phantom's ship
Habit and craving the sound of particular's to share a creed
See the honor of proof of honor being, the succor we fit
Into a pocket of days, dreams we seem and affluency yearned to lead...

Tis' the season
Might, the doors of fruition
Back, and found forward, a reason
To tell the world in special eyes, our intuition?

Is the coy exaction your looking at...
Tomorrow, and favors of since, we are the light...
In a frightened eye, the whole harboring for keeping what
Is a mind to sake another more, with the chaste we might...?

Patience, in long bared discussion
To keep the letter of lack, of a certain treatise to give
If how and mention, see the rise of intrusion...
Of our simplicity to find, another direction lest we live?

Cold recognition for the beauty of in we win, and now host, out
With but a press of liberty, we tell the worth to each other...
For a call to suddenness, the fresh idea of us...? the news, the pout
Of a home with you to name, the very image of passion with it to openly bother?

Strange, meeting you here
Soft and uttering your name
Sharing the smoke, the distant we're
Is like a jewel with no place, but to same...

We say...
Over you
The times are a dream, with shrewdness for a doll
Moving in sync, marrying the day you fell, to...

Loves peace's
Shape and shall, time with a song to eat...
And a laugh that has the weight of the world, in ease's
Of courage and mind, a little more tomorrow than sleep

Shame so fine, we dance in the shadows
Senses known forth alive, and a praise for lot's letter
Sulking eye's worth every step, of chance and lows
Strange, meeting you here, when an angel has become my better...

Door's of ecstasy, saved for instinct, sometimes around
Demands of just, and willing hours, satisfied by now
Duress in a consciences row, to the needs of voice, so sound
Days of might and paradise, we met in the rages, we visit for avow

And a lonely hour, sat in front of me
Took and misogyny, reason and role
To ask you a simple question, in a length of opinion lead
Is the salt we made, we said, in your right mine to hold?

Lover's in a gay world of yet to be named
Admittance and joy to see the sigh come true
Long look's, austere hope, and the honor of sides of fame
Made from coping we saw, in your days to love and do...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Light seasoning
Required, when art ponies up to the table
Set indignity, sated reasoning
Sensitive order to time, and whether life is a fable

Pious autonomy, in the name of heavens many
Secrets and honors of patience, I can redeem
With the powers of your voice, simple though elect aims
Come and go with a truer taste for you, then what seem's

Shadows I will know, with a care for each of they and our senses
Willing the turn of chastity into a creation of vice before vision
That calms and cools the seldom, the selected nerve we due, conscience
And a height to abruptness, that gave its all to see the world in your wishing

Relationship of succinct ire's, made to know
The lore we fascinate with, logic and love to come
Persuading even a ruse of yet to be named truth, imagination holds
The common misogyny of the preeminence, we made to succumb

See the nobility of a question, become our future
Took to tamed integrity's, the might of particular privileges
Known in empathic circles, to welcome the very are of curiosity
Sat in a sanity's light, that came per voices of cause, to act amidst our reasons

Needy eyes
Taken to the river of woes
Much more to do, than give the gift of sighs
Endearing behalf, and the risen moments we hold

Interim is such a lover
Made for spare times, to come forward
Thank you, and the silence of we, so overt
The compromise of gaiety, to become a herald of our sorts

Like pasts of wishes we never had
The tale of compassion comes to length, and a fold
Of repression in its done, and exercised hand, so sad
The turn of reason into might, that is worth the hour, in goals

Time meant for us, a lead of cares
With abundance to shape the future
And the common decency to call it a season fair
Will such a challenge be our reward, in the eyes of all purity...?

Delete...?
Avidly, no man has come
Simple news for sharing, a walking house, a feat
Of sincerer todays, than a wisdom can afford won?

Antiquity loves such a thing...
Merit in a row of substitution
An ache of just, the compliment of well being
Looking the part, of such a small intuition

Proper or pretty
The origin of times, to wish away a failing
Fluid in the scare of tidings, a wish with a litany
That is out of the house, and gone with the world, sailing

Business as usual
Finding a hope in the strength, of others
Turns of voice, into a legend to fuel
The coming kindred, of sigh's, sign's, and the soul of lovers

My name for it, has bloomed
Bound to earthly cares, the stone of synchronicity
Has found a hungry pardon for past crimes, the tale to loom
In the light of future seclusion in mind or mine, the moment we integrity...

Something simple
Something with a whetted appetite
Something that regarded arrogance with she'll
Something concerned with allowance as might

Penny's lost in the river?
Nearby, staying the bridge of composure
Were we the complete, the sharing energy's
That make a stone tell the truth, to friends so curious...

Reasons and a rhyme
That delved to art, the kisses so deep
We ever sit and compel, a levity in time
The sore honor, of remembering the finish we seek

Places of few, articles of poise
True to absolutes, turned to futures
As if we have wishes to say, is home our choice?
A house by any other name, have the embarrassment of the world?

Simple something...
Taste in a hand held, by the callous shall, we devote to reach
And their in, there out a lapse of reality to solve a dreams
Heed, and weal maturing with the lovelorn eyes that need a hearts each

Sounds like avarice...?
Being sorts we have for look, than lucre
The pout of destiny, if not the anarchy involved, since
I put down the book and see, the child to assure...

Running to the north, the treasure in hand
The hero saves the moment to wishes for his lovely lady
Simple ideas we can hope are, our future and with a stand
Kisses the woman with all of his love, and thus an end gently

Smiling, the child applauds
Kind and come, history I know won
The hearts of youth for a poise and a worlds key, odds
Of justice that should, a patience in the cares, of love

Smiling, I finish up, truth of a paradise to remind
Is a lauded hour to simplify the coming decency
We made for each other, a honor to kind...
The moment pillows tell the journey one more time, and be

Yawning, and waiting to see
Time in my vices and direction of nicety
I put the child to bed, making sure we see
The daring of possibility has it to show, we

Sitting thereafter, and remembering the tale
Similarity and season come by to sit at my knowing
Care for fending call's and baring of just moment's, to never fail...
Like the reasons of a rise in the land, we have seen another, owing

Avarice?
I wonder and then come to a kinder conclusion
Paces of rhyme and real enough lip for a chance
Of such and more, we keep with avidly, another's imagination...

Candy we can spell...
Comely to the need's of a chance
Season we remember with a spoil, little
Contrite or contrary might, to seek life's instance

Candy we can smell...
Living for a mouth from a saving pocket?
Today is a welcomed hello, saved for all and will?
The cares of somber note, the pale of an eye considering ought?

Candy we can bell...
The rued live and let's give, the testimony
Of conscience with one more step toward sunshine, if not still
The promise of reasons of visiting the gift's of harmony

Candy we can fulfil...
Sour accord, came to sincere threshold, for a levity as
Truer by known concern's, we do see unless a gage of will
The tightness of oddity in our hands, make them known for hath?

Candy we can philosophy...
Deliberation in the mar, of substance and questions we deem
Sorry old chum not these, but destiny's best laid plan's for anarchy
Presence of mind, and the discipline of charisma, is yours to keep

Candy, we can't be jealous...
Hush come to share, and an eye that said a wisdom's health
Prepared for silence, with an ear of sincerity to focus
Where we have been, and where a love has offered another's heraldry and wealth

Taste, mentioned in a call
To baring the silent treatment
Of a composed inkling that survived the fall
Of cares forward, your flower of meaning and testament...

Has the honor of possibility in wait
To exchange a smile for need, a cough for agreeing
Long in the tooth, and known to ours as sate
The irony of redemption was an anger to note, reeling

Space for a touted kind, of kisses that collect a shame
Time has a candor, that keeps us, like a walking share
Shared by the alienation of minds that defer to pride, same
The notion of guidance to your missed opportunity, where?

In your hands, is, a day
With spoken mendacity that came with a fruit
Trophy's of sweet justice, or atrophy's of sour, may
The question of life's paramour, a season of wishes for youth

Renamed a second wind, the tale of completion to venture forth
Animosity in a hindrances cheek, the patience
Of a callous daydream, that said you are the age of common, course
Look hard, taste, we seek a blinder acceptance than the days reliance

Childhood has a spat with you...
Chastity came in the name of speed, nor specialness...
Chiding is a thought in your direction, the imagination of couth...
Chatting with the ought of simplicity, we see your haste for this...

A home with sigh's and cries of pride, the neglect
Of a rage, and its savior, simplicity
Think us a changing season or a charade of what we reflect
But a youth with it to win, is you in marvel's of reality of intimacy?

Say your own strength, the tooth of ease is with us
Compare a shew of mention with a mercy, the tone of august voice
Is a friendship to keep, with a vision of lent heed to discuss
Liking the very hour of compassion's might, we instill your choice

Taste, and the rainbow of tomorrow
Your envy or the many of childhood
Thinking but the silence of beauty, with an adroit shadow to borrow
With but a question of stead to answer, is a leading live and let live,  who's...?

Time in tissues
Faster than convention, the light to sell
The awakening heed, of a new misery in the dues
We are famed for, the mortal coil, and the hunger of a bell

Praise me, it will ask
Is a legend to serve the bold notion we found
For a future, and a lover worth nothing but the facts
Kissing a presence in golden shares of worth, is so sound

To the oncoming world
Where suspect was a finite hope, composed
By the gift's of sense in our long waiting hurry
Of condition in your names sake, where but once is old...

See the travail...
Patience is a child's tooth, known to collect thus
Until the vices of adulthood, know the guarantee of hell
Heaven wants me to wait, but the risks of life even must

Seem the timid...
Condone and fascination, to overwhelm the denial of poises
Made from silences we expect, are but the image of a lip
Taken to extremes for a same coping, with the acts of choices

Seen the toil...
So sacred to a language of curses and divorce
But the anger we seldom, the rue of instinct to foil
Anarchy in the limelight of our dreams? somewhere a force...

Seek the truth...
For a limitation in the now, we never knew
Except by the senses we are given, to another for youth
And the light of simplicity to come home, with friendship, thanking you

Have in had, adding a wink
**** to truer sight...
Does a friends smile, ever stink?
Letting eye's wonder, can I save my own might?

The opinion of a surprised mess:
I have named deliberate
Sought cause, condition in succinct bests
Should a friend, have my world for sates?

Meaning...
Anticipation, is a cowards clue
Fate; fastness to a harrowed gleaning
Of what went where, and who?

Silly votes, at a guidance's ear
Requite the time, I saw straight
The door's of dependency, which consider
The risen order to love, a seeking of fate...

Might, passion be it?
Sense, with a sweet hour to cope
The rue of the truth, so finished a wit
That to some, a futures more, just may be hope

Loft to a legend
Sitting sweet amid bell's
See my gentle reply, yonder ends
Of worth we adjust to lucre and its seldom?

Triumph of sense in a quieting hand
To liberate a façade of compromise
And lucid repeat, will decisive mean and?
And can a whole heart of simplicity in the way, seek wise?

Looking here and there, the to and froe
Has the presence we admit, confirms a host
Of poignancy, in the season of courtesy, if not could
Penny's from heaven, and the will power to spend most?

Legend?
And the stir of voice in my open regards...
To the letter and clue, of wishes to amend
But the tone of sensitive matter's, in count and wards

Is a belief in vice so tender, that we know the might?
Of, curiosity and soul, to repeat the advance, of cope
Lent to the land, for a seed of special order and length's of sight?
Like the voice of order over chaos and many over more, we choose hope

To be a bell with a ghost, and a liberty to finish the fascination
Of a clarity in heed's way and will, we see a new friend to be?
Asking the now due energy of a wind, to tell the fortune we lend
Is a can and a want, the price of privilege in the cost of we?

Penny ordered me
Penny, do we sake a chance?
Penny in the choice, is a home but to free
Penny of sense and substance

Long night in the east
Where a simple lip, is forever a heart
The thought you came for, the lip of least
Is a shrewd conversation, ours to start...

Mighty is the night, the tally of kind
And its hope, to see the future
In the hands of austerity, a challenge of mind
And the security we fashion from need, a pause to cure...

Heaven?
From the names we bless, the tale of vices unity
Arranged in hearts adoration, a cause to cleanse
And come by the sight of weal, the vision of a city

Patience, can and will be a song
Antipathy and its children, the voice of a realm
To accept but the levity of life, to love all along
The tendered role of sincerity, with time so little...

Realize, the coming simplicity of couth
The truth, to worship the ordeal of itself
That in final lips of justice, is so strong, a hand rule
The common with you, the pace and place of wealth

Saviors of time, now the greatness of kind come, for us
We are the spoken promise of need, nothing more
For a question alive in the ears of shared guidance
Is a truer relationship than hate, with which we will know for

Kindness
The chosen tale, for a reach of proper heed
Given the pout, the alacrity and the ought of a guest
Will even the marriage of possibility, become what we need?

Logic moves
Moving with peace, and the stir of deem
Since am, is its own heady reproof
Meant for any who would, the irony of seem...

Seclusion of a sin, the rue we take to intrusion...
Has the sordid and the accrue, become a hindrance needy?
Could this, a have of sincerer live and let lucre
Become the notion of completeness, indicate leading...

Lent a told story, with marvels oft due, soon
Truer ask and facts, find finite the callous share
Of a wish alive in methodical winds, an act with time to shew
An accord of purposeful, lengths and hence, a quality to care...

Meant with the eye of death...?
See, the common confusion of exaction, in elucidated yet
The tooth of beauty, to owe a craved form, to what we let...
Is a halt of dissonance, that has the world to groom a liberty, and?

With hands of causes and shown curiosity...
The tale of lingering need, for a question allowed to step forward
And take the time to purpose, to liberate rationality...
That has the composure we seek for a deed of instinct, sometimes hard...?

Sometimes, as simple as a thought
With patience to commit to another lend
That has seen the world to be a corner for not
To know a thing of life and decency that has, another, to mend?

Lots of love
Set to a romantic first
Introduce the since, for a reality, enough
Of a kindness to distance ourselves from worsts

Introduce ancient minds
Worth one more note, than a callous seem
Today we announce our best, bless me for feeling
The moment with your words, a person's whim

Loan me the tools
To take the times, to a reason in strength
If not liberty, that has minded the fools
Of vice, versions of common poise, we hear by length

Take the time, to the seasons
Merely, most and mighty meant
Seasons that came and went with our reaches
For simplicity to be a quiet interval to guises we, lent

Find me when the party is over
Chances are, now in the throe of destiny tired
And ready to see the world in a new light, a new lover?
Perhaps a shadow of even more, a lip's imagination acquired

Wait with me...
In a burdened eye, a heap of silence
Made and cared for, the shadows we flee
As if a quiet friend has the time, we begin...

A God of subtlety and success
Hid in the dread we espouse, we establish
Is a character of future hope, a suddenness?
To direct us to causes, that we saw make a wish...

Of torrid sincerity, finding only the call
Of seasons baring, the bird of paradise
Is a memory to fulfil, the rather and all
In careless should, and a need, was simplicity wise?

The fight of decency, in the driven rain...
Clouds of infamy, and the stir of repose in love
Good nature versus integrity's prophecy, for the reality of praying
To a God of wonder, that has seen our decidedly kept covenant

Cold, cold days of rage
Worth the forces of outward basis, backward to uncertainty
But winning the race of life, with a secret for fate
Long gone and sung with reason, isn't a heroism your purity?

Allegiance in now, need for the thoughts of another
We welcome the reign of strength, like a sharing is a rolling curse
Alive in the wind, for a new face, of properness and loves bother
With a couth to elaborate, the truth we ourselves, know has a world...

Sly, the family of shyness's three
For the sour accords that make us cry
Time in the stead of other's, common to key's
And lurid marvel's, we dote, are but like sands of time...

An obvious ploy, at your heart of simplicity?
Senses and careful choices, that just listen to the stars...
We desire for another well being, truth to quench and appease
In the maying hold, that one day, the compliment of said and are's…

Will dance with me, like the sanity of hope...
Adding the might to sincerity, serenity for a tried and true
Succor, time with a dream in the hands of all, who subtly know
The yearning of thee, when push comes to shove, the here we knew...

Soul to soul, the reasons of omnipresence, to confirm the moment
When we were all equal, under the eyes of kind, and relent
To satisfy the homage of done, and duty, that lent a could, in the silence
Of a new heart, that has a courage in mind, for you that is a lament

Story of yet, earning the stillness of you
Where to fore, the gaiety of possibility is for any, who would say
The past's timidity, and the futures compliment of arduousness due
To the station of shame, we know can love the acts of psyche's many

Limit me to accustom
Turn the corner for might
Antipathy and harmony, to well at moment's
I've freed from a risk to silence, yearning sight

Seldom have I seen, the more laugh
Without the poise I introduce as a season
Owed works and patience to claim ask
And ye shall receive, a portent finalizing a reason

Sharing the news, across a finicky table
Let with art and heed, the chaste we feel is
Redoubt to a fickle presence to learn a weary fable
Tender to shame and the understanding of a quiet wish

Is the care I've sewn, been the perceived gift
Of a stir in need, of a strength to imagine modesty
Into a conversation, with history of mercy and bliss?
Tones of voice, and the aspire of a guardian, can I seem hungry?

Look on the dance of my shoulder, as if a wink is foreign
Lengths I have yet to discuss, without our friendship...
Satiety and harboring a doldrum, the façade of intuition...?
And the seen language of instinct as a revelation of minds, lent

Sent of here and after, the tarry we dote
The fascination of composure in a lived house, is me a cause
Without the pleasance of roles and vestige to clash with mores and votes?
Have the smile on our lips, not meant, a call to odd?

See the rue of my dilemma, and know my today
Welcome me to a stage of form and divulgence
That has a loft to its ordeal, and the opportunity of may
Done with all and due, is a host of acting, the mind to say, amen

Lucidly, your spite...
Cares avid enough to share:
Shift like the sands of a pipe
Flirt, with the whole eye; to stare...

Misery, I see your salvation
In a heat, a whetted appetite
Is minus, a callous intimation?
Save a respect, the time to invent insight?

A demand of virtue
Guards and doors
Floors and pardon's, have a clue
Since we are so sore...

I have saved a pretty many, also...
Wishes nobody made, without another kiss
Of life, with a burden in a causes soul
Requited with surreality, we own their vices...

The thief of salvation?
Risen, ready, and raging jungles, to hope:
A tarrying pipe, don't sin...
When it is for the asking, like a calling to something besides the end of a rope...

Pondering took...?
Take me to the sun, shining forth
And true, a tales wits, for a look
Of cope can, the safety of bests, let worth...

Shadow of commit, the irony we deem
A stoic terror, meant in a flowers queue...
Will beginning a world with lent thought's, to seem
And imbue; is a character of wishes made, wishes should?

Impassive, the irony we avoid...
Is a call to passion, if not a heeds compassion
Ever worth more than the time it took to crave it?
Such a choice, and a memory of care in its lasting...

Now, in the hark of some's and bastions of deed
Let with course and in history, a right to liberty's boat
Lingering storms of sensitivity should, a particular means...
Where the salt of decision is a capable friend, isn't when to love?

Love with a certain kindness, to adding hope in a lore-filled smile
Shame and contempt, in league for one step
More than a callous wisdom can afford, if a season of denial...
There is more than how to tell a tale in each, there is a Godly wit...