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...

Romance, in the dark:
Liberty and it's words
World's away, sour was its marvel...
Has the opus of starkness, been heard?

World?
Save a flower, another power
Get it, on the chaste ... early?
Letting misery have its word, is still a lover...

Rage...
Has the cause of law, by the toe...
Lots of luck, to a music to face...
Sit with my sweet, sweat is the only woe...

Rancour, is a secret advantage
For a salt, illustrious
We take to times, for a legend:
In the past, today's pain is ours to discuss

Sly homage
Of cares wish, to a meager fare
Found in reason's call, to a bodings wage
Realize me, with a meandering voice, that has a new care:

The promise of a carried lip
With time to see, the climate we stir
Rages own, a harrowing trip
To us finally, from the other side of love's world...?

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...

Halt the habit...
Sudden aggression is like night
No-no, and a foot with a limit
Too secret a fun, for answers to be right...

Caught chides, with a crown
Simple and avid, bared charisma
Is a day on the run...
With totals of might, as a dilemma

Smell, well, cunning?
Resolve the spice of a truer respect
Is a worldly face, the beginning of money?
Liking an egg, is a smoke with, what the ****?

All right, who took a shine?
To vice or vertigo, when chastity peeks
Is a bird's place, to whine?
When space has it's hiccup, this **** reeks...

Curious?
Where has a paradise been?
With the joke of the day, so furious
How does the rising moon, get away with the wind?

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

Omni-portrayal
******* in love, to the dark
And omnipresent vote for survival
Of love, ******* knows where avid harks

Children of love...
And steady immersion of poise to the like
Wise, the grace of reliance on us...
That has voice, for a philosophy of psyche

That we are sleeping next to...
Chance and devoid, the world's honor
Has come of age, in our stir of again and youth
Wouldn't you, the rosey future of stomached verve?

Awakening at a reasoned silence...
The tooth of simple society, has awoken with me
Poorer answers to liberty, with the flower of amends
Has become my service to an ideal, that is here to collect anarchy?

Sleepy beginnings...
To a call to worth, I don't know for a shy reality
Nor the solemn, a table of suicide for its garner of winnings
From the hands of guidance, that has established fealty...

A thank you kiss?
And the giving eye, of redress for indiscretion
With the kind repose of virtue, a halo of a worldly wish
Ready in peace's live, to weigh the common with our intuition

The truth of *******...
Ample redoubt of a knowing vice, that has you by the toe
Since to vainer gifts of sharing, with living strength to wit
Is it willful to judge another's dream, with the sense of worldlier soul's?

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?

And to a secret friend...
Past's and foremost care
Taken to live and seek, the blessing of didn't
We just share a moment with many fair?

Reason and pout's, thanking the now
Presumed heat, in the sides of shame?
Where we are named for a silence, to allow
The reality of a cares, better known unction's fame

Why is a habit to halt, in favor of you?
Say the most of a courageous link with society
Maybe we are a silences dreams, of a future
With past's to see, the claim of purpose, to know anxiety...

Welcome honor, to my eye
The rue and sour accords we made a life to include
Have the presence we know could, be you in a stare so wry?
Meet me in the needs we have, and the resolve we who...

One last note, from a strange eave of decision and means
Threshold's of courage, are our needs laughter...?
The rue of simplicity found, a judgment of when, seems
Are to be our gift's to each other, and the wish we found, for all who would your dare?

Poems that ought
Poetry that thought thus spoke
Figures of imagination, a stoicism wrought
For the times are a sweet tune, that looked and provoked

Anarchy in the mind, to form the words
Still overtures of truth in a rhyme
To dazzle the contempt, the about of vanity heard
Gestures so certain, the tale of wishes line for line

Human decency
To garner one more flower of advents kind
Right and riddle, the measure we sit
And reflect, the upon of subtler times

To wonder, is a wish ever more than a gift to another, when meant?
Aspire for down and about benign, the cares of a liberal need
To set to paper, the count and the majesty of patience's relent
Welcoming a new eye, a new ear, to a table of justice's heed

Press for service
Animosity to venture forth, a liberation
Of calamity in vow, the unction to list
A rage in our dependency, to know another question

Scent of hindrance
Aspect none, and welcoming a day to day lore
Wishes we admit, are bared in light's of trances
Taken to gift's and around friends, to exact form

Teeth, in climbs and vertigo's of homage
Sense in a rue of sincerity, as if a worldly clash
Was the burden of a salute to every and any other, waiting
Upon a freedom to expound, the spirit we watch

Going back, for a seldom in due, views
Wasn't and history to fall in love...
Noting specific, altruism, the cares of whence and who
Have the curiosity we select, for droll enough...

Tears?
Where has a silent benefactor been?
Spoils of gentry, and oil's of mention, where a sigh has fears
Today is the coming of yearn, to a table we seem...

Poem of a richer nightingale
To tell a tradition to look where no man has a swallow
True to vanity if a reach has ever for a light to fail
Patience is a virtue, until you have none for misery that hopes

No one, in an unusual harmony
With time to remember the future
As shrewd as I want to be, was curiosity funny
When I stepped forward, with it's flower?

Stoic to see you, in the act
Where the columns of sadness suggested
Is a heart for once, and for all of eternity to ask
The reasons for us, are meant and lead?

But a sneaking suspicion, never did it cross your face?
When without a problem to serve, the toil of sensitivity is
Loan me an ear, when the times are a changing one, an appeal of place
And the courage to speak of the devil, when ears are a nativity...

Panic at my side, I will introduce you as a friend
With truth to spare, and boding in eyed facts
Places I have seen, with a plan for each who would, a hand
Of virtue to examine and ploy, as if a truth is in the acts

No one...
Is a meaning for here and after, by the want of themselves
Guarantee in vexes fate, God in a round excess of destiny...
With the wishes you made, when shadows name their wealth?

Serendipity
True to through
Though, a rainbow travel far
The question of might, is openly should

A house of energy's
Quiet critique
Halt and habit, specific
Live sincerity's life well, we have each

Doors may close
And suspect a chaste
Is a courage to pose
The other side of promises, fast

The conquering of death, with dread
Ahead is a boding continue
Of what we know, is a living lead
To the sigh of consummation, with liberty due...

We see the creation, the commotion
Owed a love, by the reality of sakes
Made to keep a rolling serve of devotion
To the mercy of us, all of a lover's might, with which we make...

Sad, knowing what was said
Applied silence, metaphor for a friend
Saving the grace we dote, is ours, for lead
To the worthier cope, coping so softly to amend

New lovers with a stoic plan
See the guests in the light
A winking wager, to tell a story so ancient
That they slept in the now, with stray eyes might

We dance in the know...
A happier strength, than a callous lip let
We will swear, by the many and the owe
We gave time a breath in between, sincerity and such, met

Golden heed, of a weary need
Found in the proper way we few, and become
The tout of privilege and its best, blessing a we've
To keep a better behalf, than us, the other side of giving love

So whispers in the night...
Have a moment to tell the could, courage grows
Strictly the cares of another, is a waiting hope right
About the stars themselves, to ask the world if it is all right to know...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time has no issue?
Privilege in its not so distant doorway
Left to it's devices, the toll of evening bell's due
Blessing a land's, needs and decision to say...

Can't?
(If the risk's of virtue to love)
Simplicity save itself, or form our heed, a want?
Strange, knowing a bird in hand when this is our covenant...

Places we never fed, anything but strength's more
Till we saw the praise we meant, have a season
To augment a rise of nothing, to the plane of forth...
This purpose is a reality we share, as if a life's reason?

Shall we heir, and enable the dance of ages?
Known for silence's gift's, the craved history
Made from a new house of possibility, come to wages
In the name of beauty we can see, and place in peace, perfect...

But is the hand of an enemy...
Still the corner of ennui, we found if to be...
Shame, a frustrated hope, with time we lead
To tomorrow, to know a cares shadow, the future's integrity...

Time without how?
Trying the blessing of alive and sound
Today is a greater man, to allow
Terror and a **** end, to a prayer found...?

Looking the other way...
Stirring home with a role in patience
Simple question's come to mind, to same
Long before I remember have, love was my fate?

Sense to honor, sense to aid
The times are a treasure sent to the known...
Welcoming the fancy, the antsy and the intellect to sate
I see with my little eyes, a reason in catch and comb...

Marvel with him...
And add true the dole we save for a conscience
That has a lift of spirit, to accept the toil of limits
To the decency we afford, and cause curious, see is our lessons

Merry with his...
Today is a younger vice, than candor can ostensibly afford...
Looking for obvious each, and the person of reality to is
The rationality of a care in the same, have my word?

Marry with he...
Life in the torrid, and profuse example?
To work in unison that completes, the energy
We found in love, to know the calm of staidness like a health

Mercy with us...
Is a looking man, to keep the best of problems for all and modesty?
Rises and falls, of considering the tout of uncertainty, to discuss
A reaching home, with a risk on its shoulder, and hip to guess...

Memory with silence...
Has a voice that begins here, to say the obvious
If not the share of possibility, that some ask sense and sins
If a ghost has cares and efforts in the since, we are lady love...?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avidly, yours?
Snow and treacle, in a legends lore?
Kisses and flowers from early tours
Of virtue we welcome in, a little more

A little more than else, the foot of here
And say the ordeal which I describe
Is a lovers time, if not frankness of fear
When a passion has run so fast, to see the days horizon

Sour old forms, of distance and proof
Of an age old drama, we relent into and fix
Just to look for a younger price, to the salt so aloof
Sudden instinct, to tell you a tale about what nix

Thrown the care, the stir of vague happenstance
Will a shrewder couth, or order to heath
Begin with your word, your kiss, in the bough's of hindrance
I spy you, with liberty in a ruses circle, with anxiety to preach

Simplicity's ask, seemly and the pace of champion's
Whetted with peace's aroma, an appetite to silence a charm
Of a carnal wish to find its sleeve, a hair and a lamp...
In the night, when sour is a reaching flame, so just in its warmth

Time is an issue we adore...
Time is a hour, to witness the world
Time is an act of goodness over sakes we war
Time is a legend worth repeating, as if sense could

When set to serve, an angel a home
Does a creation in have, heed the silence we more?
Mercy in the scope of real enough alike, to atone
Half of nothing to see in the past, is still all for...

Another half of commitment
To wish with its roles of charity's fire and vehemence
What has the condition of my hand, to present a same meant
Courage under the tongue, or courage over such chances?

Begun in the lore we state, is our only love
To know and to trust, the coming hour to ourselves?
Looking well and fine, the taste of strength to come
Will a shred of human decency, have a look at what delves?

Time is a guarantee
To continue with semblance, the tryer at the door
Seeing the imagination we purpose, and dote, is seen
To continue in the way of relationship's that to some, are worth or

Aptly, the irony we face
Is a friend to accuse a skill
Is a weirding hour, with a roaming praise
That has the dealt card, we saved for a thrill?

Spectacle, and the spy of done don't it...
Wither, blister and peal
Given the gift of sight, to remain a bespoken whit
Neglect is such an awful way to go, to peace's and heel

Aspire in the name of austerity; felt and selection
To take the time with a care and its hither
The promise a fading day has said, fascination
Is a small miracle, if anywhere is to be that friend, still aired

Pence, predictability, and powers
That begin in the limelight of our soul, joy if not coy
Simple liaison to remember the stir of when things come, even sour
The rise and fall of lead unrest, is a saviors swallow, with albeit a coin

Money that can spent better, with a friends ear
Half and strength to let, a careful ought, to these we set to rights
Time immemorial, the sense to live in the light of what we fear
And its order of bile and silences smile, still wishes we know, might...

When?
And a told rise of climate
Special speed to them, the more we then
The greater the fate...

Whits in unison, time is a reach...
Powers of unction or lucre
Time is a shadow of whether, we insist
Paces of control, and the help of the future...

True...
The watched for inertia, here
Is a fear in total live, and lets share due
Given the age of need, are you redoubt or near?

Patience is such a walking nightmare...
Presence for a friend, is a whole order to tame a thought...
Powers that be, seek a question nobody has forgot, where...
Passion is for a fool's errand, to remember what is not...

The look of callousness...
Turning for simpler silences to deal with
Adding a habit, in gray sources and duly the imagination lest
With a knowing hand, the reasons of valor, to intone is...

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

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

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

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

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

Rage of a miser...
In a rocket to the moon
Is a variety the vanity we expect, finer
Light's and jewels of fame, can be found at home

The engines pearl, and then cease
Such a futile grace, for a lunar lander
The wake and sake we exact, to science
Is ours for a penny pinched, and an answer handier

Gold is a rock-hard silence, so thick it fell in love with you
Travail, in its wayward sigh, to wishes of silver stars, which meticulously hide
And behave perfectly, with a rolling sleep, is a bronze couth?
To these, no man's irony, has a face of determination, that is sly...

Misers be ******, nature must take it's turn
With the full cheeks of wisdom, or the kissing eye's of reason
Are we to assume, the deafness of space, to earn?
A callous, but well, beautiful way to courage's season:

On the ground we call tomorrow
A strange fate. for a muddy face and its charity of nose
Today is a shrewd levity in low, to seek the higher today, to borrow
Yesterday's smile, from a sorry voice, ready to dance the most

Over to you...
Sweet muscles and guaranteed weight, or realer sate
Of a remembered question, come from a mouth to rage at a fool
Is a worldly eye ready for me, when a tongue hungry for our fate...

Artifact
Of a roses cheek
Next to us, there is no lack
Of decency, in orders to cares we seek...

Questions and admission, the couth
Is a liberated homage, the till in lore we love?
Taken from the mouths of babes, so independent a youth...?
When space for consciences more, is a sincerity to merely, us

Look where no man has given and gone, before
A friend of tedium and its hosting, haven't?
And keeping the might, we hap, for...?
Is a travail of seclusion, ours to let a new heaven?

Privileged honor, to see the coming heed...
Of choice and its way fairer, just to fare a call
Of a welling wish, set to rights for antiquity to lead
A chance of simplicity, with the reasons we approve, shall

Here is a carry, of such and moments, the misery
Of another to work and tell a tale, that is relative to least
Made from opuses senses, the courage's of rages, that courtesy
Is a wish that knows you, for a reason beyond, the count of reach...

Habit, and the patience of powers, that save themselves
For the speed of earthen kind, that has come
To these, for a chastity, a whole life of answers from delves
That have seen you, in the sacred change of here, into where love roams...

Urges, we never said...
Were the time, the thoughts of open bother
Of a sleeping prophet, with silence to lead:
A care into the limelight, with heaven to hover

A brassier share, in the need of promises
Sent from guarded selves, a world which delves
Integrity is mine for a shall and a swallow of vices
That remembers you, when patience looked for life's health

Speaking of hell...
Strange invaders, strangers in the mystery of this yarn
Weal no more, than a crash of existence, we know so well
Letting mercy see my upset, a habit has me by the toe I shall learn...

Is it me, or did I just wake up?
City's of strength, and the embarrassment of delicate poise
Have opened their doors, to a solitude that has become a covenant
With the voice we add, is silent warnings of another's choice?

Tell me the story, comes my conscience
A hap of retribution in the same, the shadows of a scream
I have made, a promising God, a sign of the times to presence
That has looked, and seen our terror, the bitterness of a demon...

Save me from a stone of kinship, with a kiss...?
Proper shape to a wish alive, in sordid chance, a wind
Of guidance and justifying malevolence, that has stolen my wish
From the heart of me, a stare of pining finish to a lie to mind...

Pillows make fast friends, if shade is forever cool, intrepid...
Interest in a careful window, is many to fathom a liberty in shyness
Acts and paces of facts, run faster than all of the powers that are, hid
When children dance, the seed of specialness is a call to wisdom's bless...?

Care for another, victim of insincerity?
Long truth's and the tomorrow of interim
Has a rather chosen, possession of sardonic not, the charity
Of privilege run so far, for a wicked dream to lend...

Cough, cough; palpable
Anecdote to share a legend, no man has let live
Longer than a kiss in the heat of a kindness to ****...
Seeing is believing, even when our hope in a purpose above, a world in love with what we give...?

War of the worlds?
Two awkward planets walk into a burp...
Since we are a gift of misogyny to a babe, early...
Actual lip's if joy and gaiety, to earn?

Fascination of this sort...
Patience to fritter away to nothing?
Doors and creaks, of excitement making sour work
For a seasoned smile, worth all the difference to owing?

Left to their own devices, the tale of courage...?
Coped and silly to a needy eye, with it to love...?
Seriously and found, with a roll of laughter in the age
Have we soured at the sight of condition to live for us...

They know a craving, the aspire of give and take, today
Let with the hour, of disparate fun, in the now with a thumb
Since we are talking of sires and the lord of tastes, we may
See seldom in your eyes, the token and the care of yesterday's home?

Hell, itself, or a belch of a worlds to accuse?
Sight and reticent lends, of a soul with anger to fuse?
Look and see, said an infant once, will we enthuse?
The moments of conscience, like tomorrow to save, a friend soon?

Get the joke?
Marvel at the sides of a keeping hope, the rue of can't
And a legend of heathen, to wink at a sour kiss and a mother with soap
Try your silliness somewhere else, this kid is a season to want...

A pet ...
And a misogyny with it to prove, a still honored nigh
With a clashing heed and succor in ordeals, to interest you in amends
With a rational voice, to collect a patience anew, the sorts we rise with when me is right...

Named Semblance, darling...
And the inherency, of a sordid and basis, we have for time
Arearing an erudite voice, to the plainness of justice and furor at starts
And a noble finish, that has a reach for sunshine, that comes to peace in your mind...

Ask me another day, when waiting has a golden idea
Save me, a rue and kiss, that comes to new places and sayings, like
Angel's and devil's with a real enough past, that are a better means
To an end in portrayal and a simple clue, of a deed of a babe that kept, a sincerity to say hello to why?

Kiss me kindly
Secret's in the arranging, dance?
Sworn to order, and meant with real speed?
The music is forth and due, a fond assurance...

Seldom do we enter, the doors of austere must...?
Without a hand to shake, and simple looks...?
Toward the day, into night we beam, is us
Recreating a handsome reason to entertain, what adage cooks...

Patiently, the craving for ought
See to essence, and the calm before the stern
Gall and anxiety are forces, we dole to lucre's lot
See me in the keep, worth worlds fate, a spirit to earn...

A handful of salt...
A smidgeon of future call and how about, suppose...
A legendary loyalty, to quicken the pace of sense, ulterior...
A moreover and done, with a requited first to repose...

Do you notice a persistent rumor?
Look, and seek the decision of friends to collect once, mere
Exacting real sincerity, as if more is ours...
The tale of distance to have and said, a fact so dear...

Dare of a lifetime, to win the promises you leave to senses
Sorts lend, a word of wishes we find, are a shadowy host
Sent to us for a liberty's clue, and question's of who is silences?
Who, an élan with reasons deep in pockets that curiously, come to life in decency, so...

Don't it so...
After the plan, a wholly made can...
For the salt of the seen, a caring woe...
A happening place made, with also and...

Person
In the arms of dismay, is an hour said
Or is being a choice made, in lots to be, won?
With the worlds we invest, a care in lead...?

The stone of freedom
Today, is the silence of justice, broken for a time
To know a callous share, the irony of a question
Meant with a smile's cope, and harmony to become, trying

Whether amid seldom or comparing rarity to obligation
We have ours, an appetite of simplicity, keeping a noble prophecy
A redoubt to the ends of the ear, if not the bests of listening
All of due couth, and the promises to know youth, we mean...?

A world of sincerity with an eye for summation
And to a deed in love, with scope for a mightier future
Where one day, with sense beyond any other, condition
Well, is ours for a song, given the places and faces of needs, more