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

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

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

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

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

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

When we joke
About a rhyme in the rain
With teeth to teeter, and taught with hope
My needs are foremost, as if we all have it to say

Burden in fair
Token tragedy that comes to first's nigh
Lot's of liberty we find in the embarrassment of cares
That began with somber note, but ended, with the revolution of sigh's

A gift from a friend is delivered to a door
And a smile is left, in the heard bell or knock
Taken to decency and the door itself, where a lip has it to form
A callous eye, a given charity to ask, will decision's ever look?

The punch line:
Is that gift from a beauty or a life toward?
The tale of simplicity to inure, when spare kisses have the time
Pleasance is a new friend, with a sock to the chin, hard

Who was this? commonness
How do I return the favor? god bless
Can we play the youth for a fortune in gaiety? season's attest
Does we, the couth we name a frank tread, know how to excuse a life? for yes...

Wishes, I never said...?
Rolling tongues, admit appearances
Are deceiving, but purpose to lead...
Has an ear for a rainbow's chances

Rainbows lead to pouting voices...
Facing the stare, I make a quiet
Collective memory served; has choices...
The reagent of a house of colors, so bright

Star's that starve?
As the moment indicates...
Your rhyme for the silent, is another's liar...
Privilege behind a scare, finishes the irate

Races of fate, found in a valued youth...
Respite is to be, an awkward challenge
Of a time, that accuses you for couth...
Curses of final fear, are often to nearer mention

The fright in the rain
Told to sit, by a silver voice...
Sigh's and minding, the candor of pain
Will such a song, begin here with loyalty?

Does and doesn't...
Shame wear a passion's decision?
Deciding upon, a notorious lesson won't
Is a handful of salt, the only shared intuition?

Liberty, at all costs...
And a hill named only rage
That worth's the world, with hosts
Sent to a wish, I made...

Time be a liar's friend...
One step more
Like love and hates marvel, to lend...
The story of reach, is who's war?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pouts and things
Scent in the summer breeze
Rules of conduct, the opposition
And the cares of decency, see my curiosity?

Walking to the sunset
Set to rights, that continue with patience
Otherwise might, the eclectic met...
In the heat of bother, sincerity's rages?

Kindly, no more friendships
Without, the keep of a mercy
Timely, and known for a life's twist
The truth in a coming discomfiture of worry

Has, a kneeling gift been so radical?
Through and done to who, the twain of embarrassment
Is a catch of baring the night, ever worldly and skeptical
The need of another, to understand a youth, I relent:

Burden in full light, to wait and receive the presence of mere
And true timidity, the response of unity in cares
Of lore and love, to worth the times into a question dear
That has a voice pure enough to be, the ideal of meandering stares...

Meant to kind come, the liberty in a wishing brace
To venture forth, with energy and elan, the things of moments
Given a some, of virtue with a kiss of repose, for praise
Seldom is the misery of a heart seen, unless another has been, kept

Due, the times
Arrival of a concerted friend
At the designated since, the basis of every crime
To be, a whole salvation of what ends

Keep, the times
Rue and divulgence to a rapid and just
Merit, the coping suggestion of what ides
Were, the note of atonement in fair, if not ought's must

Solemn, the times
Strange horizon's with a calling
Ably, the needs of another, shied
And true, sigh of curiosity, that has seen falling

Adage, the times
Sworn to better kind
Turns of repose, have the sense to shine
Well and could, the very order of what mind

Secret, the times
May to fore, the airing, a league with might
To know a callous sorts of claim, the history of why
We are that we are, the other side of what mercy might

Stars, the time
Worth neither whether willing nor would
Comparison needs the let, the better in a wishful lime
Tow and certainty to hold, a portrayal of hosts who could...

Sweeter Jesus
Pain is your favor, insurrection?
Only a river, told to be tewes?
Of a musical dream, that lived before sin...

Silent skies
With avidity, comes the rain...
Desperation may, fruit or lies
When saviors play the part, they know pain

Salt in the way
Strangers came, to a living love
Simple demands, drama in the speed, stay
A night in the sour mere, that became us

Worth the lucre
With the common, blindness
We decided is a terror
Where fear owes this, less...

Waiting for the walls
To decide, your fate in more
Than the havoc in our halls
When music has a truth, is it at war?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More to else
Favors of the sun
Whether requited, or earthen bell
Has a taste for cunning...

Whether...
Anarchy in almost hold
Whole, in fates either
Comes for quiet times, a river of gold

God painted the sky
In its name
Rarity, futures or boldness high
On a revelations courage, a breath same?

See my needs, lead
By a callous soul, with memory
Served ahead, a soul fed
By all's redemption, a finality letting

Live longer than me...
Suffice and perception
Compared for a lover's means, a kiss
Of how is everything, when nothing is your intuition

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paces we dote
Might marvel
Might vote
For out our tears to quell

Reasons of sincerity
In looking glass speed
Broken hearts are a virginity
Made to go, made to heed

Salt, we found twain
A heaven to keep
Round eyes of pain
But a stare, with moments to leap

To these, a step is...
Many and might we don't
The needs of other voices, as if
A herald of wisdom, is when wont...

Care, for but a day
Silence sifted, given poise
Account us, the throe of light to say
Where sated forces dwindle, there is a choice

Rose of a champion
Thought, in a beautified accord
Set to waiting hours, a needs complexion
Where we are, the tale of unity to its peaceful order...

Skip, argue or define
The truth, we removed by bounty of pouts...?
Sated avarice, and the curtness of kin caught in a notorious lie...
Welcome a shadow to breath, when a harrowed eye allowed...?

Is a requited girth, of when, any of a decency's curse?
Has found me, in a live and by chastity's purpose
Handsomer skills that agree, in no known terms...
I had the taste of pride, like a reality of sin, to accuse

Why...?
No man with a tradition of sincerity, is this island commit
Without the sigh of me, the irony to dwell and seek tight
The course of another ship of fortune, that has seldom to wit:

Look, an eye of poise, if not intellects poison...
Made manifest by the only few, of bared conscience
That has us for curiosity's fool, but you, for another hero to loan
A flower of understated chaste; a victim of letters of prescience?

Tall tales of nothing more than a drunk hysteria?
Here is your mind, in my way for one more timidity...
Think and details of weal, we will know until votes ***** drama
To a reaching hour, no one above another, like acts of humanity...

Did, a heart of sincerity...?
Made pure, made true...
With the soon, a vestigial anarchy
Came to these, the rue of what we fate, to irony due...

Life and a laugh
The instilled today, the tone of a voice
Given the wishes of the frank, and endearing more we hath...
The compliment of sorry eyes and sudden why's, a unity's choice?

Cope, tomorrow in league with such, a service
To fragile ideals, and the carnal low...
Seemingly mine, the inclined shrewdness of austere sigh's
Is a head at pride, a lover's lie to compel a friend to owe...?

Me, a hardier since, seclusion in a waiting worth...
Can a heightened sense of curiosity, begin here?
With the claimed sake, and kindness of silenced gain, by earn
And turn of chaste into a needy repast, is my ought's notion clear?

Waiting on the words to divine a character's politics?
Sate and uniformity in mind, for another go round
With such a treatise to sympathize with truth, that a gesture meant
Is a gesture in the fate, we knew as a careless whisper, to allow...?

A hat of composure make the day for neglect, isn't a worlds eyes drawn
Meant and imagination, to a seemly rise and flow; was distance to form the words?
Which brings us to the shade, of conscience's seldom, as if a waiting song
That has a notion to become, hungrier than me, that sees the problem of seasons early...

Proper with sight seen
Making the noise of privilege
If not the cares of reprimand
Long to the land, we know callousness, like a religion

No epitome, no illustriousness
In the again of since and a charity
Of veracity complete, to a sincere guess
The reigning hello, of decision of life, in its variety

So made, so accused
A marriage of such and conclusions much...
To due, the courage to acquire the boding, of enthusiasm
Still to worldly eyes, is a relationship with vice the only cause?

The only cause to develop a change of merit, into the living
Taste and testimony, always were...
The taken and made, hour of hope come from a running
Stead and foresworn need, the role of vision is for...

A head above the water, of mutual suicide
Silence of heaven, with a realization of couth
Could in the shared eyes of composure, to these even wryed
Is a levity in cares, that rise above the uncertainty of carnal who'd?

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

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

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

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

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

Instincts proven
Come the height of persuasion
Secrets and totals, continue in the hope of loving?
Peace to you, the resolve of a wishful intuition...

And, a heart to live longer...
Than ourselves, a host of common avarice, the tools
Of verily, the times to win hap, a could stronger?
The image of decision we create, is it a silence for fools?

Relative to add, the needs of another
Timid repose, are we a challenge in gray stigmata?
With a new share in persuasion, to secure a loves bother
The tale of prayer, is now the voice to win stoic dilemma...

Where the vindication has gone...
Things and wonderment, wings and further, again
The silence has been broken, by the very act of us
A hallowing in the known, to seem our bared few, has seen since...

Political asks
And dismays of need
Candid miracles, candid masks
Kindred in the forsooth, the south of form to heed

Races and vertigo, in a fathomed row
Set to edge, and the phantom of kings
A salted fate, remembered by any but those
To look before leaping, a hill of sin's winds

Where has a pining health been, the ides of coffee?
And its tenderest memory, the love in a hello
That when heard, is baring a blind chance, to reason
I am the tow of a mighty tree, the leaf in love with a sunny hope

Death remembers your name, before you do...
Death realizes the kiss of avarice, for a singing hell to wish...
Death knows where to give a gift, and where to lose liberty, all too soon...
Death keeps a beauty at arms reach, until you are but a pretty itch...

Death is sitting next to you
A taste of promises in the eye of your enemy, where tears save rooms
From the totality of prayer, to keep you from the place of sublime due
Where a salient nod to itself, is ten more death's coming to doom

A mightier ask:
Is a relationship with you in front of a mirror?
Sit sense to a lip both sideways and long in facts
Your mind is mine, when a resolve for silence, is to near...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Day to day
Lips of values; simpler eyes
Wishes so profound, asking if intellect may?
Deciding upon sharing, a whetted appetite for why...

Is a humanity seen, the better voice to lead?
Quiet bother, the serious
If not the scurrilous; a wish so alive in said...
Solace and virtue, a place for each seldom of hope, curious...

Wet eyes, with a moment to tell?
Why the tear of valor, to make a realm in each, a patience?
Having come and went to wisdom for a word, with hell...
Which has become a raging stir, of what was a heart of vanity, with terror for ages?

Your strength, if not the storm of perseverance
I've seen to be; a dance in the sunlight...
Where a sigh of requite, is no requiem, of vehement chance
A voice of change, that has become only better in insight's mind

An obvious example, comes to mine...
If the twain is to be a champion, of what we know for truth
Isn't a wish the future, as if a premonition was forever kind...
Every spirit of determination, asking what is a light to risen youth?

Sally would with the wall
Music so shrouded, a hat of compliance
The terror involved
A chance meeting with resolve, that stated intention...

My name is Carlton
Spate energies, and the vague way
A harping halt to better problems
Has saved me from a hateful demon, with it to say:

Choose me over any other, the collapse of vows
Has a futile throw of light, in the remark innuendo made
Salt and harmony, to fetch a liberty without how
Is a door on commonness, that has the shape of futures sate

Lemonade and dickory cookies
Shown the time of their life, a hallway to sigh
Scurrilous was a special man, with a plan, for a dreams ease
With the stone of fending remorse into a corner, of life...

Patiently, the day came to a close...
Proud Sally, or privileged Carlton
A wish adrift in the evening your, the scared host
Of another smile to win, the promise of a stoic question...

Hello, I have the world to sleep longer than me
Simply roles of victory, victimized by a lip of succor
Rhyming and doling the obvious, of a secret means
To an ending for serenity, that knows your craving for ours?

Shadow education...
Vows to step forward
Create with me, a words intuition
Told to sake, unrest for pardon

Sorry thunder...
Smoke is where a fire, sings along
Interested in a voices blunder?
Lightning sits the well, willful and strong...

Can't?
Men with a shoulder of intimation
Separate a shyness, from the miracle we want
An ode to hope, the rhyme of syncopation

Oil in a lover's hindsight...
Through and owed, more
May is a wish to understand might
Wisdom to venture, a silent war?

The beauty of worth
Set to irony's music...
Justice pale, just served
A moment to say, the world of a soul's wits...

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

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

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

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

Speed skills
Anti the patience, you dismay?
Serious consciences, save what kills
Seek me at the end of poise, people shade

And a heart of steel, waiting on the guidance
Made of hunger in the name of shame
Somewhere the lovers of wonder, are our chance
Oblivion and the nary of a fulfilled joy, same

Same side of a house
Adding the gifts of omnipotence, a hill
Now in your stead, have and the thought for thou
Eccentric as a wall of flame, we see the sun is a since's will...

Won't a misery enact, the coming hope?
Erudite and valuing want, over loves history...
Never in view, with a bright mind, to liberate shown...?
Time, to a little more fate, when loves epistolary...

Heed me, the corners and the future of powers, adroit
Overt to clashes of vivid kind, that swallow of pride
Made the noise, the vice and the silence, so loyal...
Earned for a levity in the now, the soul of reach to those, sighed

Now
At the moment of curiosity, the privilege of sincerity
Making the statement of a lifetime, when time builds a house
Each their spate fears, like a fool, with tears for eternity...

Acid smiles
Simple lucre, to a faster pussycat
Worth your was, thus a loose while
Sweet knowing you, with this and that...

Solemn kinds of whether?
Looking beyond you, the truth to a smile
Fashion forward, and surviving the gall to bother
A season of choice, to keep the better of rues of denial?

Talk to me...
The rose and the voice of alright, tonight
The liberty in a merciful love, merciless to we
Simple news for an irony's me; my accept, my slight...

Yours again...
Set to rights, the tale of seeking how
For a better lover, the risks of integrity
With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing...

Is a reaching us, a clashing must?
To voice the other wise, in these rages and fates...
A look for bests is the only way to discuss
A misery followed by charisma; a sense of privilege, curious in the shade

Where sincerity is a favored eye, if not concern
Spare intention, in the paces we further to skill
Life with a stern lip, but know an eye to worth...
With the love it is given, the swallow of pride, in hell?

A quiet question...
To a dependency's need
Simple advantage; sincerity's blessing
Has a liberty in notion, for a world's steed?

A race to heaven; common love
Sorrow and persuasion, to king's found
The dote of mercy, a clash of us...
With quarter, a lover imparts a rise of allow

No hatred, for a common fate?
So sweet, the kindred of youth's vice
Strength, do we complete a fulfilled sate?
Such in love, such in might; only mercy has life

The sigh of conscience...
Sad beginnings of loves lot, wealth?
Has it's own, for a shadow's prescience
Serious as this seems, do children bespeak health?

The soul of unique harmony
So made, a promise of a loving vision
Set to rights, for a quieter answer, in all intimacy...
A challenging stir of when a voices care, is your wishes...

Slow Joe
Have a heaven, the order, to sulk?
With the ought, a handsome moment
Considered an angel's heed, will we ever fall?

Why?
Avid as salt is, we are owed...
A pace of might, the times are real, to sigh's
Stirring a house for a flower, sincerity is our force?

Our salvation of promises, still a world
We made, with an overt harmony
Two of unity, one of vanity, and none blessing courage
With the muse we made, simplicity with legend, only?

Tired eyes, that came with life...
Saying if not saving, a chance meeting
With bared integrity, a fire striving
To be, the coming choice, of a worth's meaning?

The world owed, the world loved
Cares of omnipotence, fate to understate purpose
Passion is but a wish away, from a covenant's some
Promises found to be, a climate for what heaven knows...

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

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

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

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

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

Taint a seldom?
Ain't a question?
Interim a wisdom?
Not a blessing?

Luck would have it
Sound rises and falls, of another cause
Welcoming touch to a passion we whit
Pining homes and hinting poem's of lauds

Of a rainbow with no particular place to go...
Can you see, the smile of me?
Sharing but the pause, of suggestion in a worldly owe
Could a friendly many, save your again, with a key?

To a kindred's lock, we find in favor
Of a crass enough dance, in the nature of cordial...
Looking the silence we envoy, for a time we share
In the pardon of guises and guidance, to linger in wealth

Why the mystery?
*** and the tooth of problems, we confine to certainty's
Longevity in the name of past's and hath of due intimacy
Is this curiosity so vengeful, we don't know a sleepy eye, seen?

Cute
And a heroism of journeyed voice, versus the condition we fathom
As a righting step forward, in the needs of other's, when all is who
Is the moment, and who is a mercy with it to prove, a days loan?

Courtesy
Asking the held belief of shall to wish away the meager lip
Of a requited oddity, the sense of a shape of patience to lend, order
A presence of mind, that has purpose in a call to allure, to finish...

Named if fate's curiosity...
A vice with a stiff lip
Notion and energy's wholesome, memory
Saving the unity in a drama, so far away is...

Urged form, in the behalf of simplicity
We walk faster when we see the name in a cloud
Toes and finger's worth a spirited door, has a dour vanity...?
With a moment to ask, "Is a rule of and, the ordeal of the crowd?"

Time to reason, a child with no patience...
Taken for a climbing our, the reality we envoy
To see the levity in a song, with melancholy's ending
We keep once, more and forever the patience of a world, loyalty?

Truth, do we look bigger than it's tone of a voice?
Measure's in the right, to care for else
The legend of first's and last's, in love with the choice?
Time to all, we sake for an embarrassed wind, willing?

What was it?
Love even, in the blessing of avarice minding
Tried and turned to a steely gaze, this is our hour of whit
With but a stir of anarchy, we have seen you, save us from another vengeful lie

Candid homage, to sweeten a treasured smile
Known this way and that, with the bother of other soul's...
Comparing the silence of cope, to a life, of all the while
Time in its aftermath, and truth in it's lore, asks have we done, the impossible?

King's and Queen's?
Where has a light of way, been, without a lip to same?
And the mar of courage, to seek the limit's of compassion we mean
In the still of mercy, the promise of a new liberty, to know a sincerity's may, be...?

Pies and egg nog
Sitting in the fridge
Shapes at the window, what is a frog?
In a blender when a zebra has seen our cursing's religion?

Christ to remember...
The talking and the stone sore, Micheal?
Still thrown to old, the irony of sense in love, verve?
Distant doors of minds, as if the curiosity of a father will...

Time in the name of curious friends...
Sat in the living room, the trophy of discussion?
Told to be, and serve the notion, we made amends?
And the soul of avarice, that is ready in the kitchen?

Brat
Soldiers of fortune and the coming hope...
Seldom to ask, is a world to compare that?
Worth war is a labor to the first, time we mention cope...

Songs on the radio, savagery in a privacy's bottle
Waiting for you, when bells and whistles, make eyes
Long tastes in avid season's and Daniel from the bible, silly
The choice of a babyishness, with a reaching day, that has guided:

Here's the church, and adages law revering a sown
Sentiment in a row, the clash of forces, jewelry?
Here's the people, with a remorse, to show a poem?
Aspiration, and the truth in a cold stare, to devilry...

Here's the heaven, hindrance and given time
So jealous a wish, drifting to moments of youth...
Here's the iconic phone, with every fear in a row, sent with spite
To a window with no name, except the one I gave, Ruth

Just, how cold?
Odd, the thought of passion
Should a sky have one to hold
Forever is now to fold, a prayer lasting...

Life in a walls shadow
Circumstance, with a youth's vow
Seek, and you shall find, all and know
A heart with happiness, only before how...

The sound of love...
Harried by a salt, a cursory share
Of decency, a proud covenant
With moments to quietly care...

Curious prayer's indeed
Means with a psyche, rounder eyes
Have the sense to see it, heed
A role in heaven, where one more life...

Is our's forever, fate in the first place
Sweet about, and a whole day to dream
Came as we went, from here to infinite praise
The truth of a world, taken to seem...

Sour banana's
Push and see
Many waits, many sates
Question a sore head, and be

Tired and fickle
So fated, in sweaty hands
Life, with time to tickle
Has a cause, when cause ands

Rescue the bird, anxiety
Insist the flower, stinks
***** the angel, vanity
Presume the taste, links

Wishes you never made...
Salt is hairs patsy
If clashing with a hat, sincerity said
A choke on a joke, makes head antsy

Simple news
For a pout, a huntered dollar bill
When laughter is forever good
A petty choice, is a climb up savagery's hill

However, sometimes
Sake's we face, with your doles
Longevity in lore, with simple trying
Done and yourself, to limit a world...

To three sides to the same coin
Silver in our mind, but wronged by a shame, we despise
******* with a room to *****, truer to issue suppose, loyalty
In separate irony, we fear the soul of jaded same, wise?

Strength's never mentioned...?
Soap, the terror of our lap, laughter we don't remember?
Sand, with a reach for sour rapport, with a can't intentioned?
Song, and the right hand for loft of an intoned our, to render?

Light in a golden smile, so rare for a shape in the years
Welcome me to a reigns future, the knowing and the owing
Sated with sense of me, allowing the past's to rectify only, were
The misery we envision, is a curse in the stare of a loving?

News from a diamond on the finger, a rose between teeth
Similarity with a push for evening, and its twinkling meet
Have sincere, the count of responsibility to requite, each
And the echo of a courteous torch, that says also heathen

Is this deifying kiss actually a divorce?
Or am I the reasoned vice, I appear to be?
Will the obvious plant of heed, become a chance at chose or chores?
And is the fight we notice, a tale served to years, for a stone and/or key?

Looking one more time, with the frank levity of a season...
Does a rational voice know a wilder stare in fascination
Or is a patient eye, the sickness of justness and politics of medicine?
Looking for love still? try a pale freedom in the glean of intuition...

Prowess, judgment, and bravery
Solitude is a walking hope
Tours of energy, have the world savory
Delighted with peace, a rallying cry of cope?

Delivering the news
Of austerity, the tout of power
Has the future, a fusion of a worlds good
Separate me from a stir of vicinity, baring is how?

Hello since a raging storm, has the voice
A waiting hour, to search forces for voids
Of caring for a wish of simplicity, a unifying choice
To place the service of ourselves, into the light of sorts?

Gifts of love?
Seldom to venture forth, with the arms of fated curiosity
Charisma in a whole ley, of works we dote are us
But a risk of beauty to a chaste, is it virtuosity?

The cloth of voiced persuasion
Halt and eschew the truth, a weary solemnity
Just for peace's argument, is tomorrow a savior's intuition?
Just because willingness has a soul, do we know a nativity?

For the silence of creation, a secret of simplicity
Worthing itself, as a shared host, of what was might
Many and decision, any and intimation, of divine sincerity
Has the moment and the need, of a universal right...

Children grew, with the passion of inclusion...
A habit of vice, to vindicate a victory
That has the voice of dependency, a filial cause to win
The marvel of understanding what will, a patience in history

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

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

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

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

Brazen promises
Which in wend, with in wonder
Wander at your own, silence of worldly vices
Poised to win, and make the noise of other's

A patient are, with a presumption's time...
To ask a neophyte question, look for me in the seeking
Of a bared hope, the taste in a rational live and let's kind
Hungry for a solemn need, in names and charity given

The future the pouts of order, and freedom
Sulk for a share, and save a stare for hope smitten...
Callous enough shadows of a fortune, in sight gleaming
With the latitude of encouragement, for a final wish in starts and fitting

Into a party of conscience, we never knew
Without the odd truth, of tender guidance to a lip
That has seen the moment for a same, chaste and common, who
Letting a word succinctly on edge worth and worth, the role of hypocrisy?

Seeing the risk, most will face the coming wind of chance
Saving a friend from abated interest, welling at the change
Of seasons into stated ages, of committal in a land strange...
But the redress of a honor as a wish has predicted, this pout has landed...

Presence of mind, to call the best of adulthood, an answer
And tradition in a league stilled, another impression of ought...
That has a concern in mind, for a strength was the avid serve
Of appreciation to come, the sense of a pout where life has wrought...

Natural asking
Done with the eye of a nightmare...
Shrewd patience's, to tell a tale lacking
A head for fun, the titular question we fare:

Shoulders of conscience, to let hap
Begin here, if we are to be a sweeter
Privilege, the test of common simplicity, have
We the taste of completeness, when stoic is met here?

In the names, of richness we appoint
To anger and derision, the tale of supremacy...
Finish our today, and err' the tomorrow we sort
Under the nose of courage; forgetting the stars for leniency?

Sweat in the field, for a decision in courtesy
And the provocative curiosity we have come to judge
With a realm to its sake, psalms and sated irony
We save, if anything but hate, for harmony has its reasons...

Love with a vanity, situated on the shoulders of family
Cause hopeful, the fun of whole realization?
That has fed itself, the coming root of couth, cannily
We have seen you, the marvel of answers in our estimation

Hell is a rolling cloud, with nothing to say...
But the assumption of another friend, the inherited adage
Is a frank and deliberate decency, we show for what may
A new life on the behalf, of a sunshine to seek a new legend

Cope, and the anarchy of a salient choice, alive in the shared
Chances and living lore, we know is for a baring, commit
To the candor we shield and few, to keep a claim that aired
The sincerity of future all, with which we know a past, whit:

Heaven is our first and only might...
Yet yours for a song, the risen hour of kind surreal, the tout
Of worth in a friends stride, to collect a thought that has a right
In the mists and revelry we admit is ours, that knew what power...

Trust, in me
Sour and ageless hope
Turned to evocative we
Still a threshold of since, and a clash with youth

Places to divulge
Animosity in a craving hour
To tell a rhyme and a reason, from work's we indulge
Are ourselves, the name and meter of compelling dourness?

To live with the brazen promise
Turned to instill, and the austerity of could...
Courage sake a welcome, to lip's we advise
Are ours, for a sight, a kiss and a levity of when would...

Age keep a smaller promise, in the name of being
Wishes and fortunes day, to realize a calling
Taken from your strive, your hidden senses, leading
A wholeness to winds of voice, and its vision, the passion galling?

Strength in a clarity to detail the silence, welcome
Thought's and endeavor, to still the notion of veracity, plain
Justice and callous here, to befriend the gift of seldom
And history in a learning curiosity, to understand same

A charity that has stood for you...
Energy's and careful reply's, to risen help and the health we intone
Taken to reasoned shares in a destiny to accrue, the unity of beauty
We ask for only a second chance, at the revelation of needs, we maybe have already won?

Ought, in an ordinary way
Secure, in the knowledge
Succinct, to what may
Focusing suggestion to a malady, its rage

Long looks at a growing concern
The taste of popularity, has a sight
That quickens at the touch of works
Of cope and sorrow, sophisticated enough, to might?

May not do that...
The lingering offer of simplicity to chaste
Tones of voices we have disguised, as a hosts what
And whose, the albeit stone of ridicule, case by case

Chance grows in tree's
Change grows in the fertile winds
Charity grows in the hands of dreams
Challenge grows in the voice which minds

Choking on a tear?
Saved beyond realm and norm, feasible?
And looking upon a torrid example of what we fear
The drama of passion to shield us, from ought liable...

A token appreciation, the known in direct opposition
Time is a ready champion, with a light for wayward might
Kept until saved from a burden in lament, a question
Is the weapon we chose, not the guidance of torment to sight

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

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

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

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

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

Till asked again...
Penny in defense, of a new friend
Worth your sideways look, again
The truth is ours for a rainbow to lend...

Penny buying an excuse
Excused behavior, tows of weight
Made for you and me, who is to lose?
The marvel's we sell to each other, sate?

Prevailing hour's
With a catch of light, on all's simplicity
Tradition has a hosting lip, somehow dour
Sense from a hand held, is asking, impunity?

Time taken, trying the till
When all else fail's, the spoken word
Of a fate we redoubt, is any more sated than a little
More care, than a light that foiled, the ours of lurid...

Patience with an ego, the size of the world
Presence in a held belief, mere's and bother
Bother and scope, to never's friendship thanking you, early
Birds get the worm? when you have seen a brother...

Pilgrimage for a daisy
Sour mettle, and the tact of pomposity?
Real to our feather's of a chance, amazing
How the sun drives nothing to somewhere, unless a friendly...

See the signature of the wind?
We failed to notice, without the memory of good
And astute know, a proper been?
To the savior's of distance and here after, to show who...

Places we remember, and with forces of right
Accepted as the success of a coming host...
Well in weal, and thorough eye's of many, and their might
Calming the hour, with a respect for what is our instinct, most...?

Tales of the demands, of a new day
When to history's voiced concern, and a myriad stir
Of justice before silence, we know we can seek in the may
Is a lucidity the foremost of all, and did it captivate opuses world?

Space for a chastity to hold, another reason of us?
Patience if a long risk and mercy to a dour visit, will kindred?
We sense are a language of interim's, being the guard of ordeal's must
Will we select our future's with such a hand, and by the means we meant, lead?

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

Hope with a practiced eye...?
Fall's and discipline in a universal tussle
With composure, to signify the kind
Told in certain language, are we a future in gains, to well...

To share in the know, a tale of unity
Spare to us, adroitly passing the recollected time
With the still churning fate and done, a reflection's key?
Was a heralded candor, the truth in candid trying?

A new covenant; a new hug...?
Depression is such a finality loosed, a race with bidden shares
Meant to urge the next of kin, the lengths I took to love
Are, a harrowing heed, that has come to these with our cares...

Mention in a row, of could, the name be yours and mine?
Showing the sorts of life and liberty, does a lot expect about a tear?
Waiting on the course, the view, of a righting mind?
Going through the motions to understand a whole reply, with the notion of fear?

Ten fingers to explain an unction of kind, yet the share of ordeals?
And else, the spare timidity to grasp a duress's idea...
Thrown the light of compliment, and the adage of politics, a future war?
With but a universally given past, that has a help for decency's freedom, begun?

Aspirin nobility
Futures we acknowledge
Taken forthwith urbane hands, a patience willing
Esoteric to thrive, in the sophistication we rage?

Dancing liberty's, an epitome
Thanking the noxious order
Ordeal with us, the spire of humanity...
Saving a creation with senses, sometimes foreign...?

Presence for a needy them, they in taste
Withheld we are, from a spare thought
To wish, to worth, to waste...
A climate for solemnity, where we see our lot?

Privileged if the hurry, we collected to, tell...?
A different story, than when strength's dictate need
Heathen voices, to welcome the right to a new hill
Of circumstance, that has what we are, what we seem...

A stir of vagueness, a stern hair of chance, replying
No man without it, the sincerity of common enough couth
True to when we are a kiss, detailed with a comely why?
Are we the next in line, to receive a new push for youth?

See the irony, the taste in the bible
Sweet to homage, an honor of sight seen
And believed to be, a necessary disciple
With the common root to a living whim...

Honor the dead, with the universes smile...
Saved from presences of might, that calmly collected
A hosts sedition, the showing taste of life, all the while
Has a benign portion to its find, a host is its own reflected

Spare, me the details of its decision, mutuality is a lot
Candor was for king and queen before country, which amuses children
Did is the only way to achieve a soul, as if love is an age not
Begun with solaces interest, are we a finished thought to lend?

Traitorousness aside
The voice of freedom, to collect one more kindness
If a realer simplicity is to be, the account of the times
Where has a liberty been ever so much more than a calling, to this...

Waiting for sunshine to prove?
The stoic answer to all of a day, made for sincerity
Was a willing hour, the voice we came to love?
Regaled by a sorry eye one night, that life may know a reasons charity...

Undone tomorrows
A guaranteed break of silence
A guitar alive on the radio
Where has a holy night been?

Under the tongue
And loving it
The turn of salt into heroism
And the catch of day, on our whit:

Pennys dance when kissed, like hardier
Futures in the round, of a lifetime...
Seen by any eye, that will give it a star
A host of adroitness, that has its soul for rhyme

Silence that was...
A heart found success, that completes a rise
Of the land to the ire's we discuss
Dust to dust, and the must of our lives...

Under the covers...
With a universes smile
In hopeful corners, the virginity of a fury, made lovers
Of another privileged season of life, all the while...

A halt here of seen problems, pronouncing itself a sanity
With an hour found in the eyes of being, a stare of promise
And succinctly the truth in a voice, to complete a shared vanity
To consider all and else, in a heaven's way, a kind of wish to rise...

The thrill of the chase...
A chaste example, to acquire a hill
Meant in dole and measure, the evening pace
Of a risen question, which has nerves to chill

Heat is a wavering sense of redoubt
Sent by accept and due a looking herald
Find a shadow of differ, with a comparison's pout
Share and weal to endow, a question of waiting held?

Maybe, a light has a wealth we can have?
Said to bared and curious, superiority
Will a stranger deed in the presence of need, pass?
Asking for the so, a mutual live to do, is am affinity?

Character is a reigning hope, to understate a gift?
Soul to deified how, in a calling to wryed eyes
When we are the eyes of rightness, risen of airs to lift
A season of justness, with a moment assuring silence...

Is the goal of sincerity...
Is the given of simplicity...
Is the god of serendipity...
Is the gesture of sakes city...

Who?
And the hill, of reason taken to reality
Of visions fortitude, a ply of when sense is too soon
Will we become like ourselves, at the sight of future integrity?