Haunt of a fire
Set to charisma
Silence excepts indigency, an ire
Somewhere, forte is a class above

Destined meanings
So around, for a very
Intoned stoic, a heart of gleaning's
Has voiced our feeling, to carry

On...
The price of compare
Sense in a taste, so long
Shown become, become share

Since we are...
Chosen to cope, lest of bother
More of a vanity, than war
We are the hope we utter

Life to a limit
With a callous guard, selection
Of a warmth and poise, ours to whit?
Can the eyes of did, have our soul, to the ends of an intuition?

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...

Guarantee the valley...
Sweat and simple salt
Shared by constant, and fluent reasons
The tale of taste in a long run, for a hidden fault

Twists of fate, insists of courtesy
The truth be told, I have no problem
With wisdom, the tale of evidentiality
But a wise more, to finish anger, is our whim

Latent, the sobbing of a charisma
Sweet endeavor, do I seem the better of others?
When a promise of significance, is ours for the only dilemma
That will make liberty, a levity in justice, the irony of lovers?

We have the time, to tell you another story...
Through the timid shall, the world has a future to beautify
With all of a sincerity's bloom, a pyre to worry?
And the coming victory of self and same, a lucre we identify

With hatred...
Here to say, in language we see, is an assured privilege
The tows of compelling a home to sing the body lead
To wishes in the name of God, is anywhere here and now, a legend?

Poise of a common nose, to the grindstone
Welcome us to the table of vice, like a halt of decency
Among the clouds or finished with sunshine early, we have sown
The new, with now, the needs of all; any soul to show humanity...

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

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

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

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

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...

Bite...?
Tomorrow and the fleeting hour...
Too seldom for a knowing glance, if not a glares sight?
We serve the cope, in conscience common enough to sour?

Actual live and let live, until  the stir of reality
In our courage's to overwhelm the notion of dread
Taken to heart, and the seclusion of an around feeling, each
And been the unction we found for you, vain or given lead

Patience in a callous character, sent to proliferation
For the sunniest reply, of commit and meant done
The story of concern is an awakening spirit, to begin
A here and now, and maybe a role of sincerity, to come

Through the nigh of somber intuition
Sated to tell the commotion of eaves, we are kept and kind
To blessings of succor, that have come to these, to order as won
The acceptance of all, seen with eyes of comprehension, a care of yet, to mind...

Unique?
Understood with simplicity magnificent
To these, we consider the persuasion of history to eek
Out the shares of reaching joy, the lucre of love in heed, to relent...

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...?

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

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

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

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

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

Little more
Then a callous effort...?
True to my spirit; a chance, a form
To notions care to find worth

Little back
Where almost sake also...
For a simple right, to the instinct we lack
A habit of merit in the kind, is a shared owe

Little mere
So found a new silence, to be the kind
Suppose and revealing a who to we're...
The pious beginnings of a stead to mind?

Little bite
To eat the days needs, without the pout of deeds
Taking a time away from us, let us see the might...?
That means the most, for must to begin a history that leads

Little mean
Saving grace from a strength's limit, toil in logic
Does a liberty know us for a savior's intuition to seem
The better of could, the nary of faring the rise of life be intrinsic?

Little blue
Waiting on the lucre, the dote of simplicity to favor yet
The sameness of prowess, to ask in suggestion a curious look
Is moments at own, an atone or a thought, of the loan we met?

Meandering
Notion to exceed the divine
Ask us when the miracle of courageous
Welfare, has seen the kinder kind

Mythological
Tastes of overt yesterdays
Tender to aversion, and the image we will
To assurances form, the candor of a little more may

Monumental
Slower by the composure we derive
From the subtlety of eventual
Lucre, and the sour dream of purposed new lives

Meagerly
The tows of responsibility
All to for, forth else in behavior
Will we sit for a new condition, of precept?

Momentum
In motion for a nuance to decide
Is the clash of wisdom with the wishes of when and idiom
The patience of collapse of intuition into the name of a vice

Moreover
Light to a realm of future possibility
Simple advances on the needs of time, and its lover
Caring for the nots that make us a requited whimsey

Mother
Add the bless, the basis of cope and assist
Taken to world's bared for a living other
Merely the best of us, to keep the entourage of is, this the kiss?

Show me all and done
With meat and honey
Burdens come
Sing, look for me when it's money

Silhouette, silhouette
I have a stone for you
Trade skill for time lent
When milk has seen could

Party's of commotion
Come home for stature
See the he, see the compromise of heathen
Where the cope of lip's, is such a per...?

Come
The lingering words
To take a turn to heed, some
We will give the bird...?

Fate in a hand held
By the rue, the cooling, the would
In a guarantee for what is ours, even well...
The image of youth, is still a politer world

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

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

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

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

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

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

Places of virtue, with no elaboration?
Found timely, after a version of sincerer orders...
Sweet to the eye, but lead to forever for a sin?
We remember you, when the world has obscured...

A rainbow from the stead we favor
Sat in the curiosity of a judged silence
We know you, as if fascination has a flavor
Spare and tiding a gentler eye, we dote is again...

The good nature of promises made, promises ought
The tows of sharing, the shadow of worth, with one more wish
For an illuminated smile, you offered for first and not
The second silence of the future, where an awoken friend is...

Smile for me, one more, time...
If senses approve, senses know a season
With a realm to its shall, a host of sincerity trying
The about you show, waiting on a house of forces, and legend...

Habit, does a crying home have the sense to know you?
Welcome to a door, that changed the rage of avarice, into a blue sky
Does liberty's accuse, compare me to a wizening pace to view
The reasons of worth, made grandiose or aled to when life is why?

Your affront, the taste of a hand of love
Set to rights, or making the times known, by the sides of renown
Rest and see, a lover make you the qualm, if not a history with a covenant
Sickened eyes with a role vain enough to pray for your dream to be found...

None, possessed
A river in truths times
Spare to sore heads...
A luck with a name for their crimes...

Sovereignty, finished
Please me, with a talk
Of the station, of a noble religion
When wishes seek the hand of angels, world's balk...

Sharing the levity, wished
Becoming a decision's shadow...
Has the voice of a pale insight, to mention
Glare at me all you want, a word to owe...

Craving essence, arrange
Our lives into a silent poise
Set in a secret's language, a ruley fade
Of stomached purpose, with a shoulder of choice...

Calling simple, more
Is like a shred of human decency
With a world to adjust to many, liberty to form
We have our reward, a terror in a shy family...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somber named altogether
In the patience of seasons
We hold with a first, than lessons merry
To know a finish, to ourselves better

Lucky halts and stops
Of a challenging one, together
We will know the presence we ought
Like the knowing is worth more, than here

Simplicity in motion
Comparing few to mighty all
Heaven on the tip of our nose, gathering portion
A divine urge to see to ours, like a bell

Fun for a knowing friend, that has...
The power to live well, in wishes of shadow
Richness and forward honor, hope and sincere grace
We again know, letting the winds of reason, imagine the world

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...

Gifts of nothing
But, beauty to form an opinion
An avid repose, determined to see your response, wanting...
None is a bounty of all, if curiosity is a care, to lend?

Proud, if not resigned to indignity
A moment to require the world of a decency
Longevity, is a fruitful price, of these we share impunity
With an evenings bird, with peace in mind, for heed...

Of a tow that knew the land like autonomy...
Waged war with the first of tongue and guarantee, like light...
Being the sound mind and duty, in a collective dream...
Strangely ours is a vehicle of destruction, that is our might...

An evenings bird with no eye for beauty?
Has a craving for beginnings and end to least's, lest we become...
A shrewder time, are we to find the curiosity of moods, easy?
Feed me the common chat, with a child of purity to save, them...

Would you...?
Sincerity to venture forth, the colossus of vantage at lost
Mercy's, in the couth we detail, is a world you grew
For me, the irony of ideology in love, with a very careful host

What if...
A little time to report to charisma, is the candor of woes you seek?
Perhaps that child, is a word in the mire; of cause, condition and cease
Knowing what I do, wouldn't the chances sing a new tune, imbued let?

Death, and the fascination of oil under the nose
Where the least effort one can make is to smell, and swallow
Never, in league with a rolling today, that has a lucre to boast...
My name, so proud to savage a quaint tow, that has an hour that certain; I am in love...

I fought the low, with a star
Many more heard, the gentle breeze
Cope and final lips of a risk, to a care, on par
That took me by storm, like a savory disease?

Heed, the act of powers that be
Sweet lions and liberty's zion
Knowing the catch of day, in the seem
Prove me to a prettier, world, worth trying...

A cigarette, that saved me from perception's demon
Sank, stank, and anchors away
The price of a new pink, is all out and leaving...
For a role in the doll's and stole of what may

But, you saw it too...
Since a sore eye was never more than a cute
Straight from how I would, look
My hidden stare, is for kisses and their future

Kings and queens, that knew what to ask:
Couth, do we know the silence for atrophy or an agony
Behind the scenes and looking for another fact
Lighting this one, is a little more true, than money...

Seasons city...
A shrewd eye has followed, the talk and walk of prices
Pride versus privilege, the irony of a certain witty
Courtesy, cunning is a curious angel, with its own vices?

Light me up...
A wholesome tomorrow, in the name of popularity
Saving a stare for a realm so valid, the direction of intuitive love
Came and went, and some and spent, the kiss on reality...

Time to fess, down
Fit to be tied, with a rolling hold
Similarity and its smoke, is a reach for done
That begins and ends, like a road paved with gold...

Epitaph of a dragon with none:
Here lies a kinder moment
With baring and essence under the sun
Well, here goes nothing, the sincere and the meant...

Hugo gave
Well-being
A top hat, to save
A night of times, singing about freedom...

Hugo...
What is first?
Sakes alive, the richness of a host...
Or the significance, of have for worst?

Which brings up, hatred
All of such; decency and measured
Presumed innocent, the salt we lead...
Is a family of sincerity, fated as curious?

With worth as an asking marvel...
Is now and never, ever how?
Worth one more look at hell...
Was kin the many, any to avow:

Courage for a new friend...
With a brand new hat
With a secret for you, when
A hat smiles, like saving a heaven from silence...

Satan
Hope is a reach
Beyond a curious tree, we treasure fating
Where the fruit of powers, never cease

Summation in the poise, of virtue you offer
Today we have the sun, for a friend, a lover and a deed
We cannot meet, without the likes of a sovereign
Kindness, a hap and chat with the God, we take to heed:

Life is a rolling thought, to wishes
Left once, to feed a more to any who would live
Like a rational chaste, we find in the eye of history, for fishes
That left the whole world in their dreams, to any would insist

A hallowed thumb, with your promise
To collect another future, to the sides of liberty, one more
Fate of cope's real and noble still, even a claim of choice
To speak the words of divine jealousy, long before heaven's war

Said your pain
Said time is angry
Said anarchy twain
Said love is tragedy...

Politics we envy...
Torn between sides and a whole need
Halt to a work, in dour wishes we see
The calm of since, amends come to peer's...

Silence is fate broken?
Worth the security of a common shyness
We have told the known, a risen hope
Toward finesse we dote, reason and mind...

Heralds of poignancy
Somewhere sweet to truth's, yearning more
Than energies we delve into, for out dignity?
Share with us a heroism to seem, the better of world's

Chastity at the cost of the sun...?
Measure and conceive the dour return
Of patience to the hour of semblance and hunger
Kindred to worthier eye's, hope is a caring earned

Legend would have it...
Sour purposes with taste, considered succinct...
Total's wealthy, have a charisma to whit...
Presence of portrayal we can see, is reason enough, to be...

Hatred
Versus the stead of valor
Is she'll the coping add of sensitivity lead?
To state, is love a dilemma's curiosity fashioned merely as if force?

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

Sorry won't do...
Open to arguably the same
Of what is, a person of who
The truth, when I quietly name...

Children a universal charity...
Elect a seer, or offer a proven
Wait, is ours for a faring vanity
The has your might, as chastity's problem...

Fly by, and heed?
A question of moments, more adores
Ask the question of mete and need
The luck of angel's, is anger was...

A place for cynical wealth, lost
A pace of worthier demonstration, caught
A pax of elucidated reasons, saw us
A person with uniqueness depends, saw it

Given the gift of giving
That youth has come of age
For a sincerity, sated with living
In the shadow of kindness, not angers fate

Tows we appoint
Truer to the fashion of our youth?
Weal and social climbing, simply the joy
Worth one more kiss, in the saving rued...?

Says the fast, here in our stilled
Voice, that came with the call of onus...
The riches of a land far away, as if we willed
The limit's of our need, to the hour of causes...

Legend would have it?
The tolled of an angry bell, not neither nor named?
The places we same, the curses in our lip's...
The realm of vice, to require a new kiss, famed?

For the price of the snores we make...
A home and any decision of prowess that has
The calm and judgment, of yesterday's sake
Will we see the coming heed, we meant at last?

Promises, promises, promises
Toes of hither the faults we know not
Tradition in a cache, of silence?
Today is the call to wishes for a world, with hurt don't's...

Intellect in love
The night rains, too true not to be
A here and now, new and heard with us
Use and method's share, in a shadow to conceive

A star saying hello, to you
Wishes with old shoes, the toe of recourse
Ready to save, only the biding of who
Is to be a charisma sent, to resolve a question of force

Play, say we
The irony of purpose among lead, to tell a story
Of found eyes in their ulterior dreams
Pride and privilege, that has the count of worldly...

Sports of love and chances...
Spite in a tail spin, the curiosity of challenged vice
Sating the now, with a nature to breed the romances
With a callous form, that saw our truth, is a wish to wizen...

Long times with need, to remember a simple choice
Same sides of redoubt, and the inclement perception
Of a name so void of continuation, that willed a voice
To life with a couth and its accuser, love in its since

A long journey to nothing, more than life itself
Where rains of despondency have it to say, come with me
To a champions stare, and by the salt of a cough, of wealth
In the times of people with, a lip for reaches, of anarchy

A king with six fingers
An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud
Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers
With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud?

Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave
Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's
Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade
Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead?

A promise to the birth of tomorrow
A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt
A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow
A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault?

Feel better, you *******?
Share the can't with a kind dragon
This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole
With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon?

Death just made perfume out of me...
Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter
Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd
Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly

So, what should a savior's moon, do?
Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach
Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due
In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host...

Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite ***...
Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate
A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect
When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait...

Am pity's task...
Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant
Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask...
A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?

Poor trouble
So survived by call's
Of heeded bitterness in a world
Taking a savagery to task's of all

Savior's guidance, making ask, done
Is the breadth of moment's
Collecting a which, in the cope we have just begun?
With a touch for calamity, given senses

Pace's of courtesy
Sharing a whole courage
For the spirit we convene, simple history
For a qualm to interrupt, is life stranger?

Timid confirmation, sincere appoint
To instinct, a question of proponency, a misery
Here to hold our vices, a lucre and premonition's sordid
Were we the conscience of a wish, lost to history?

Like the other side
Pretty being you
Sour, the toes of decency
Throes of life, to thoughts we due

Special offering...
Today is a challenge, a care in a whisper
Saved from a silence, we've been suffering
With a curious look, asking the notion to differ...

Like, the other side
Spare and lean, to keep a sitting stare
Wish with me, the roles and the souls of us, so shy
With a plea for sincerity, that affluency's care...?

Pride on a sordid such, so merciless
With the paces of voice, we make a shared unction
Savoir faire, and in our interest, a whole question
Is a history a jewel, or is this beginning, a new silence?

Somewhere, somehow
The poise of anymore, than we were
Distance drawn to close, here to win a friend, wishes with the now
A friend to decide no, is still our wisdom until salvation has echoes for merely...

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?

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

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

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

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

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

Found in a poem?
Silken marvel to hear a passion
Let among sour, the tale of a questioning home
Livid and its almost friend, of rascals and wondering

Light in the tree's, so confirmed for a glades wish
Through and through, the idea of love
Halts, and savor's a granted moment we relish
And prove is just same, as a home to wander about a covenant

Singing our praises, a bird of hardy exception, will take note
Look and see the imagination we prophecy
Is a clarity in reach, of cloud, sunshine and a breeze to devote
Itself and privilege is, the guarantee of another day

When we are simply the might
Today has seen the better of a sore truth
Welcome us to a legend in the habit, we sigh is a further right
To acceptance, and cares, we still define as a callous youth

Play? and see a marvel become the irony of earning us
In solitude we know no better, than to take the our, for offering
A shrewdness in the lend, and scatter for beckoning another thus
To a decidedly odd, but merciful clamor that has a soul to seek

Worth? and see a miracle know the spare to divine astuteness
Share and be, dare and lead, a willful eye to gall's redeemed
Time in its eternal march to wisdom and order in heed, that has a bless
To share, and keep intrinsic, a shadow of a changing thought for what we were, another's whim

Long time no see
Dancing into view, we are who
Have and a solitary save, with a voice for anarchy
Is remorse or persuasion a favorite, of the strength we show?

None, and the duty to living
The life of liberty
A safe place for harmony, to understate the giving
Of risen upset, we form into words and integrity

Despair seems to be...
But a beautiful vice has approached
Wishing us a welcome, in the needs we few and seem
Stares of this nature, have a lingering host

Ready to save, to be the one gave
A heed of profession, that is ours in sight
Of causes greater, by the common guidance we have
In context, and coping with a realm to the sense, of another's right

A vote is taken, with the marvel's of simplicity
Like no other, and with richness of ideas, to tell
The story of a neglect, come of age in all implicit being
Just a liberty's note, to a nary come well, to the nation we still...

Simple songs, with aplomb
Sincere hardship, the tact of poised
Welcome and heroism, to know an avid come
With the silence of friends, comes a worlds choice

Taken hope, to a lip we approve
Since in every definable way...
The taste of catharsis, a host with energies to loose
Adage in the day, with a soul's moment to say:

Resolute, no, with a fidelity to youth
Sour old hysteria; with a mercy in mind...
To collect a troubles key, for beginnings become the couth
That has us, for a considered play of light, that is kind

Means to an end, from here to eternity
An evening hour, to compare the more, to a solemn wish
Wizening at the dour, even as we confirm integrity
Do you know the repose a harmony, a place of sense that insists?

A wish with a soul for method, but know no patience
Without the common to step forward, your denial
Is a lend to powers that question, the music for relation
Of a still coming and with want, need is ours to go all the while

Hello, Pauline...?
Turns of the century
Question's of only and seem
Turn on the light's, for the curious...

Suspense has a drool...
Snores and faery feet
Is a living testimony to a finger pulled
With a meager smirk, the time has it to meet

The season of suicide
Where with all, in a momentary pause
Frankly, is my favorite ride...
Hello, with me, its always the odds

In another shame...
Set to prodigious music
Let a little more, than a fury's name?
Only a care to tell the truth, is intrusic?

Swallowed pride
And a peppery smile, to rage:
When beauty eats a stare, for snide?
Stars above, the price of wonder is, page for page...

Set in high regards
So called, lips of love...
Why is a kiss so certain?
When a door to itself, has said the bests of us?

But wouldn't one succeed, another?
When social awareness, has sent the kind
To liberty, a chaste that has asked in no certain language, the doting other
Of simplicity that has called all of life's season, a curious mind?

And epiphany...
Taken to wishes we rarely understand
Except in the eyes of another, offering any
And all of a remembered stead, the comparison of friends

Rats in a maze...
Forced to relinquish a shrewd fact, or fate
To but allow a question of decency, for a spare eye pays?
When the callous image of yore, is for those that say, it

Quite a door, wasn't it?
Space regaled for a some and its content, cope
Is a quiet wisdom to verify, the taste of moments to regard, whit?
That has come of age, with the face of undue share of what was, modesty for love

Sense, a tiger
Low and spare, the forest
Has a new name, sharing aspire
Set if went, met if silent, get if lest

Powers of distance, the risk in appalling
Through and vice, today we hear darkness
Save a star that has need, a rage in all hands
The tow of treatise, to favor a kind, in seasons

None of the above? and a star when swallowed
Home is where the heart is? a darkness to avoid
See, the promise I chose? despair is never sense hallowed
Look for a friend in a biding? name me after home, and a choice

In kisses...
We see the total of a moment to claim
The good nature of portent's wishes
Made to come for a severity, in our hopes and dreams...?

In hisses...
Still alluded too, a might to mention the neglect
Of a question in a sour beauty, we seek as is
A stare of sincerity challenged, with the fruit, we reflect...

In misses...
This hour of season and control, is an alive avarice?
That has seldom in our lap, the tact of dour promises
Like a half of solemn stares, are we in the direction of a sigh's?

In cities...
Spare as comforting hap can be, friends of a future
See the hope you make for a sign, that ends in oblivions litany
See the rose comfort a child, in it's tree, with a fire so curious...

Introduce the spy...
Color and needs in a round eye, with cloth to spare
Have aged weal, with a soul for heathen to admire
The tow of your fame, a salty stare at a shined coin, with no character...

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

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

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

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

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

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...?

Care with candor
The emissary you see be
Ages go by, and now is a word
With prices and patience, that consider me

Charisma has shown
An art to come from heart and soul
Where one time with a friend, moment's
Of courage to seek again, the halting of old

Change with the season's, they may
Mine and yours
To leave an impression that has
The conscience of other's, who visit power's

Names and voice, given to minds
That place the world above all else
If need is to be a curious instinct, for witnessing why
The rule of thumb that was, the dreams we fulfil

Nothing new
But the right to beauty
And its reason of virtue
Giving a date with liberty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Proud family
Wind in the willows
Simple to an eye, that said risk's uncannily
To serve the wager of might, we are the patience which owes

Singing hope
In the rue of stir and vaster fortune alone
A child of since and airing a promise, for cope
Is a legend of many, so mighty, that thoughts of done...

Shame is a river in its own, land to dwell tight
The thread of simplicity, to act as our bridge
Over the commitment of a new friendship, with Aldus fright
When a spoil of decency shows true, the peculiarity of is...

Is a whole liberty come to wishes
We never intended for the sour and the neglect, of a useful lip
Had in the scent of courage, and its many fishes
We speak of the day, when you were a salty little eye, and it

My name is no ones but my own
Seeking the true, with a measure for each and other
The tale of regards in the burden's, we sit for, and soul
Like a friends hand on the side of humanity seen, within bother

Patience, fate
Trees and treasures of kind
The tale of inclined sate
Has a sunny disposition, as if time

Care for a threshold of dissuasion another day?
Real regret, is the purpose behind our musings
Anger and delves of uniqueness, are to begin with may
A choice of shoulders, save itself for what patience looses...

Salt, is a final run to safety, a hug in the wind?
Curious speed, the irony of candor, to exist
Bred upon balance and the common, the tone of a new voice
That was a care, the towardness of you, an embarrassed list...

With no man's land, came the wish of potential
Sulking and denoted to be, the vice of remembering
The otherwise certain specific, the tongue of quintessential
Looks of responsibility for a question to guidance, sometimes humbling...

Will you marry me?
Places of blossoms, and the callous through and due, today
Of a quiet simplicity, for the anecdote of when boding is anarchy
Isn't a world of itself, the only reason a challenged voice, was anyway?

Persist and pout
The devil and the deed of the bluesy's...
Right to contain and contemplate another good intent, shout
Upon a caring rainbow found in the mere, all more, and me...

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

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

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

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

Spoken first, particular last
With a mightier introduction, ahead
Since sincerity, since seclusion, so fast...
Has the voice of a beautiful angel, awoken to lead...

Meetings of the mind
Continue in the voice, meager times
Hope and surmisal, can be so kind...
Letting a lost promise, become strength's trying...

Survival's prophecy, of the fittest
Where in, stirs of shared conscience
Is the can't, the cope of truth, a senses test...
Adage over communed liberty, overtly presence...

A tale of two liberty's
Shown a calling, a creed to instinct, due
Know a keep, beyond which is civility...
Ready an eye, of comprehension is anarchy's you...

Salt to salt, spice to spice
Where, out to dance among intuition's stars
Has the new voice, of now in love twice...
The rue of simplicity, the risk of summation, by far...

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?