Persist...
In a weddings house, there is only
Taken to some's audience, the through of conscience to list
Is a shrewd tone of voice, the call of might to thee?

Persuade...
A given need, a composure we per...
Time is a faring hope, to let liberty be said
When a doldrum of avarice, has vantage's worth

Permit...
Long looks to tell a wishes story
Rambunctious as a kiss can be, the proposal of whit
Is a rule of thumb, to begin here with a purpose hoary?

Pertain...
Live with me when an able mind is to heed us
Kindred of volition and the redoubt of comparison named
Is to be a lived and well-bred issue, of what we must...

Perdiem...
The lovers of causes to stare once more
Themselves to word the honesty of a new vote, to lend
A question of simple guidance, meant in dreams to seem

Personage...
Letting the about and around, become our home
Heeding only the scope of decency, in the way of legend
Does the reality we astound with patience, have a soul come undone?

Cold shouldn't
Cold havocs
Cold weddings
Cold twilights

With a couth...
We are a pleasantry
Sake to work overtly, youth
Make me your lover, about profanity...

Sorry, knowing a house?
Wished for, wasting a knot...
Shoulder's with a best, know the mouse
Curious? save the grace in a hop...

Begun before, a rise has a chance
A liberty to share nothing, but us
Longer laughter, than a real face
Somewhere the rain, has become one to discuss:

A broken deed?
So savored, so favored
By wonder, in the voice to lead
A wager of admission's service, a luck sour...?

Yet in the grasp
Of music I release
From its earthly prison, in case
A little star on the horizon, has me for cease

Pence in the fun, wouldn't a life
With a curious silence made true
The better side of courage, a whimsey and a strife
Mighty as I am, being a risk in the foolery…

Is like a dance with dread, and the ancient misery's
We dote among, the music comes
Like a reason in the mix, we serve to each other for history
And the doles we found, in the years, what some's!

Playing the fool, just once
Mind owed mystique, and a wholly made needs
Reason with me, the skill of bared conscience
To look among the stillness of many, and see the deed

Urge, are we the tows of a renamed irony?
Once the backward stare of portent, needing a gift
Of reach and remorse, powers of unique harmony
Have been the suddenness, of me, time with eyes to lift

Voices to assure...
The taste of requirement, that has a vice we adore
Rancor and peace in the miracle we name, a cooler purity
Of ourselves in truth and dismays mirror, where even us, is more

Liberty, and the image of unity we verify as life
Taken to dry minds and heavy hearts
Live for now, and the best we have to offer, a rainbows right
Luck and synergy to attest, loved, is where it all starts...

Today, was the day?
A price of veracity to adjust to a new light
Make and music of contemplation, a ruley fate
Wealth's reckoning to seem, a succinct charge of who's right

About the wishes of whole, and whether we detain
From a charade of given poignancy, now is a potential, good?
Liberate us, from the silence we demonstrate, as a peace's refrain
Admittance and verily the just, to serve a happen and its shouldn't

See the embarrassment of us, taken to the shy
Announced in character and vicinity to a duress, we favored
Over the common pence of shapes and identity, a cheek so why
When the mercy's of everyday folk, was a grin at savoring...

The voice of premonition, and the marveling of poise
To realize a fate worse than friends, a harrowing we can afford?
With the claim of foreboding, and outright sense for a choice
Well defined in a liberty's hand, but somewhere under the silence, a façade of reoccurring...

Tendered or terrorized, with a mutual lip
Tows and freedoms woes, to admit finally, the complexity we fit
Into a role playing hope, off on the shared season, copious whit
Still the burden and threshold, of a baser pleasance, that we think might...

They saw the kind, gone out for dinner, superiority to knowing...
We found the light of avarice to be a nourished count
Of solace to view, the truth of you, which in a mind blown
Is the court of means, with a beginning to an end, we save flouted

Poor reaction:
Stipulated by thumbs and notions to excel
Steadied eyes, that keep aims harboring sense?
Of quiet, that looked hard for us, to wish in hell...

Left, do we remember a tears cause?
With the language of frozen thoughts?
Many and metered loyalty's, laws?
That took the obvious to oblivion, for what mocks?

Pyres or piety
The tale I tell, is for the coming and the done
****** to rights, the toil we adjust, we show anxiety...
Is a legend in its own right, risen from the curse, we own

Liberty, is an expensive friend, come to tell us a fortune
Of dignity and callous vice, to share a kept dream of avarice's fit
And final lip of sincerity, that knows where you have been
Acted upon like a thief in the sight, of another, and in whit:

We are that we are...
The poise of destiny to a frightful mind, that keeps charisma
Like a treasure of deliberate calm, when we know passion afar
And ready to strike, nothing but a conversation that is a proven same, somehow sad...

But hating the very roots of opinion, for an art?
Of redoubt in the temptation of cope, to witness a shyness
Forth a remaining tooth of drama and lowly starts
Of nothing at all, but the richness of causes, we have seen come to bless...

Spirit in the page of war
Come collect a new said
Time is an issue, we find to more
In league with a threshold souled to lead

Spirit in the relished house
Witness the candor we take, and the mar of justice
Till we favor the ask and dawdle of compliment, thou
Are a harrowing heed to infer another subtlety to vice

Spirit in the succumbing street
Save and prosper, today we see the truth
Of a new fearing, neighbor's with a lip in heat
Taken to concern, where we despair the youth

Spirit in the hands of children
Avid weariness, wanton to climbing and delusion entailed
Silently the avarice of comprehension
To tell the story of pain, and the pride of somber failures

Spirit in the name of composure
Sulking health to overwhelm the needs of conscience?
True to score and scare, the throng of a query
Dinge of sentience, is our fact a past or prescience?

Spirit in the sun
Smite and meager miracles of worry in worlds
To know a legend of veracity told, to sit and know imagination
Now and never in lore, we see nothing in your eyes, but ourselves early

Order to chaos, at a glance?
As a wholesome venture, of what we pronounce
Is adding the white of the eyes, an all of influence?
Has come to the fore, and shown the doldrum it haunts...

Peace and a real thirst, for a clue in the wry...
Sated with the coming hours, of decency we meant, will
The provision of seldom, toured and biased in courteous, shyness
An angel with passion to earn and each, insists dread, still...?

A place in the heart of civility...
A face asking the table of conscience, to look for the irony
Oft tutelage and their solaces, a penny to spend on originality...
A faith in the unknown, we reveal is fright's epiphany?

Voices we have heard, that made the point of a lifetime
With range and devotion to verify, the elucidation of meagerness?
And its boding history, the total of enumeration in the face of trying?
And the fertile now, and subtle distance to weighing the opuses we elect

Alcohol and judgments character?
Instinct is a shrewd contender, for what was a world of significance
And alarmed firsts, to the longest visit of intuition, or its faring?
A method of uniqueness, to show a calm of whimsy that is a seasons chance...

Meted reasons with a clash of simplicity for you...
Tales of reproach or in defense of totals, the schemes of things
Looking the part and petition of suppose, the tear we reveal is, due
The hands of antipathy in vice and demeanor, the identity we saw, become a meaning...

Was not, want not
Maybe waste, is a hero...
Specific notion, of a quaint lot
Given to significant others, to owe

Promises and races
Taken advantage of...
Lucre, in tight places
To tear fright from an alien love

Powers that did...
Hark amidst times rest
A halt of hardship, habit, and hid
Youths of a secret, we blessed

Time in now's moral
Such, a reason for each
Their solitude, is sour rational
The question, of life to reach...

For loves first kiss...
Peace, worth more than poise
With each decency, we made is
A world's choice...

Lushly, the gift
Of simplicity in a guarded eye
Today is our welfare, an eye to lift
And say, "Love is a reach for us, and knowing why?"

Wiser for the words, a host of contemplation
And future sincerity, enough of a lasting coil
The first's of demeanor in let, is our faith in kindred...
Keeping but the irony of a lingering kiss, never to foil?

Wiser for the resolve in each, tows of wishes
We demand are ours, for a serendipity's dream
And the stir of liberty, in a whole feat, for which is
A space of complexity, to ask in a weary voice, to seem:

"Love is a reason to us, and now why?"
Wiser for the decency we have shown for another
Timidly, the words of avarice, to exact poise for life
Keeping any lip of resolve, we are the kindred to bother...

Wiser like a bird of conscience, that has seen the deed
Of virtue in slowing motion and character, adroitly
See the us of callous voices, we know for a souls to lead
"Spirit's without a kinder glance, and its possible loyalty..."

Wiser for knowing a wiser form, we have committed
To decision's of reality, we know can few the least
Life far away, seeing the drive of purpose under it's nose, whitted
With the claim of all, is more than enough of a care, love eaches

Alabaster in turn
And rolling in time
Through the looking glass, a world to earn
A spirit of decision no man has found, without sighing

Alabaster in the wishes of women
To look well into the future
The taste of morrow's test, the clash of remedy
With such a larger than life worth, is a purity...

Alabaster in shew, and dance
With proper soon, the light of callous devote
Isn't a place for us, the coming hope of a rarity in thence
The tooth and prosperity, we came from gall to seek, and love

Alabaster in focus, the truth to a well-worn eye
Meaning the silence of purpose taken, purpose not mistaken
Time loves me - not the gift of problems in the bowel of snide
Where one friend of temper and them, is a God in the making

Alabaster in the mirror, in the future, in the steps...
Of a question as old as the hands that know you more than heed
Awakening with a soul that said the name of guidance is a marvel in whit's
When only the hours of voice in the belly of the truth, is a family's been

Hosts of commotions
Found in the being resort
Simple drowsiness, to address our recollections
When a sincerity has its guests, is petty worthier...?

Proof in a challenged stare
From another sleepy soul, the tender haste
To a realm of powers so satisfied, for the moment to care
The count if not the court, of how a craving for age...

Looking carefully at the time
A host will share the knowing, the pout of recompense
A waiting heed, to carry the day with a price of trying?
The curiosity of depending for hope, the wishes of us come to ends

But in all respect, the reasons we find for a tally of love
Is a host with complete gestures and figures of need
Salvation's key comes to a vexing box, but the better friendship of us
Is a wagering heat in the skip of day, where a doting guest is a heed

Of commotions lip, the call of decency is a raging hour
With the sense to live in the shade, when patience has a glare
Taken to gall, faking the fall, of consciences so meant to be better
The hour of silence only broken, by a better man's stare

Poor resolve, the pride of kindness...
Sat in a door, with an imagined child, to add the clash of potential
Making the noise of reasons proud and true, a hidden guest
With no justice without the yearning we dote, is a reach for shall

Sense
Wails of roses
In my nose, and our lends
Proof for a friendship, which even loses

Time to a drawing hour
Simplicity itself...
Taken for a forth, we select with power
The sounds of infamy, that has it to conceal

Prove your metal to us...
Wishes we would of had, if we hadn't of mentioned them
Token appreciation in the arm's, of duty to thus
A relationship with a final star, of consideration and whim

True fatality?
Silence at the end of a gorgeous hand
See the smile, of patronizing a fault in a family, we
Will see you to, the moreover speed and specialness of a land?

Tastes of heroism
**** to finish, in front of the redoubt of rages
Well to know a caring fate, at behest's of shyness, whetted cataclysm?
Taking the time to notice you, in spite of ages...

Born to peace?
An avid picture, living well to do
In the grasp of others and wise, adding a feats
Surprise, like the common exhalation of who...

Burdened with irony
Stirring the sight of contemplation
Sulking has me by the familiarity
Of a concern, in the name of popularity again

Bought wisdom, purposed energy
Sensitive voices to affirm the notion
My brief encounter with fame, is a human decency
In distance and harmony, for a liberty's portion

But, is the silence I break, a tradition?
Today is a behalf to understand, harrowing or courtesy
The ripeness of our tongue, to collect an intimation
Will a survivor of my promises, begin to worry?

Beguilement
And the tone of a required voice, to the table
With the past, present and forever known to relent
Is my notion to accept you, from fact or fable?

Baby
Long in could, modest if apprehension shows true
Saving guarantee, if graceful eyes, seem to bestow anarchy
Letting us and a friendship in heaven, come complete to you

Lucious
Simple cares, simpler fires
Finally a call to his
Where the living is only higher...

Real, the truth though
Sight and smell, makes baby's
Hearing and taste, makes daughter's
Skin and well... psychic is a boy's seems

Careful beginnings
Would a sharing land agree?
Peace was but beauty, curious and cunning
The dote of avarice, does it silent thee?

Long decision's to find fun
Fun, for a solitary reason
Fresh is an art, to these wonder
Mercy is a power, to these a season...

With the voice of a calmer world
Silent was the choice, a chance's cause
Caring for nothing, but greater courage
Than all of a wish made, by what was living with the odd's...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pout, with ought's body...
I host a calling wind
Simple service, a reaching for lauding
A haps, to look beyond kind

Does a shadow agree?
Dark somberness, satisfied
Only by sincerity
When strength showed a callous side...

To a world's wishes
Made to guide truth, like angels
With prettier advances, than life mentioned
More than else, a savior of spite, which fell...

Fell for a pouting love...
Perhaps the eye of tradition
Has the moment, we all long for; sovereign
History mutual, a living sulk to intimation

Somehow and always, prowess
Tenacious, worth a delight triumphant
Pride in its arrayed colors, surreal duress
To keep an attracted eye, with love's haunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A penny around about now
Subjugation and honesty in a blinding tow
Threshold was a such a similarity to callous
Poise, known to be our ourselves, when savior's hello...

Mighty courses, of a faring fate
Taken to live and lest, we forgive forget
The terror of waiting for ordeal's to sate
Promises of virtue and candid charisma, welcome it

Catching light in the finish, awakening at the noise
Of a lover in the mornings keep, a grooming harmony
Seldom to wish, and winning the taste of risen loyalty
Fascination takes it's toll, to the eaves of simplicity?

Such a waste, seen a face, seemed a trace?
Of utter contempt, for a nourished future...
Sincerity of the savagery of completion of ilk, treatise
Was a marvel of sulking consumption and the tale of curiosity

Zombie?
Such of a nightmare to explore the differences we make...
For a needy guarantee of common stock, and fulfilled lead
To watch it all go to ***, the rise and fall of a land to imagine sake?

A new handshake with the lore, we destine to flies...?
Traps of veracity and golden here say, to grab a new issue
In the all, and ask, "Is a word edge wise, the race of lies"
Making its way to profundity in our laps, soap is ours, to school...

Fish in the sea
A wishing waterfall and the silence of shell's in love wishing lent
To remember a unique torment in the avarice you showed, to me...
Overtly, a hadn't learning with a role of fame, to instill adage's covenant...

If a bell tolls...
For whom, is a lover known?
Threshold to act upon weary eyes, oh you soul
The creation we find, in void moments sown...

A rue of compassion
The till in evidential hills
Sun and wine, to tell a tale to promises lasting...
A herald of simple gifts and rises of poise, will

Lovers to the end
Exactly need, in voice's portrayal
And seeking guidance for a named lip, here is mend
In the scope of distance and reality of a soul

Succinctly new?
And with sense's favors, to claim a richness of good...
In the speed we accredit to love, is worth a filial who?
Seeing the gesture bloomed, is fate acts or paces, new?

Heed me when the holiday is over, lover
Might's to consider a whole, if a liberty is to be
The thought of romance, is a changing season, meant dour
In the shared seldom, of when a passion has it, to lead...

A fruit of conscience
A hap of solace, predestined to same
A reason of couth, to collect a hardier presence
A wish of blessing the best you have to often, and the patience of fame

Works of popularity
Finish in a careful way, sense
And a secret weigh, of purpose for a city
Judges and all of a stone, will such defend?

The limits we make, for curiosity and its wealth, somber
As a fresh eye in the rain to remember all and more
Through a passion for what we call so much, humbler
The taken chaste, the opus of a dance with minds that course...

Carrying the house, for a reaching flower
Sitting in a placid pool, to remember why
Acting the fool to a worshipping mirror, with no time for sour
Promising a shadow of war, the times are a guarantee in the embarrassed sky

Maxim, and the total of response
Their ordeal of language, and the pipe of summation
Is a question left on the lips of redoubt, the chin of a haunt
Continuing with a count, that is a clue to arguably, the tradition

Why do we laugh?
When all of a song and its tender singer, is looking away
The tired eyes of composure, and the tale of all in a day, cough's
Like the instinct of a future who, is to confirm the irony, we stay?

A premonition of couth, and the taste in a happier day...
Made from silence's dreamt, the thanks of another guardian
With peace in mind, saving any hour like a sharing fate
An included fist, and a noble wave, with safety in a bottle, forming...

Bridge on fire
Flames noted for their honesty, justice
Given a stoic chance, the element of a sire
Waiting on the God given stir, of heaven to spice?

We walk with ourselves and a name
So allowed, so meticulously reasoned
By the tides of tomorrow, the edges of shame
Will us to life, the self and same, since seasoned

Rain may come, a harrowing guidance to destiny's future
Fortunes of simplicity and chaste, the gall
To step forward, and ask a land in all curiosity
Is a found and timid laugh, our only way to an answer's fall?

Succinctly the embittered path, with a rue
Time mushrooming into secrets and pains where with all
Hello, adding sincere to a bonfire of vanity's, a could
And a shoulder of compassion from here to sight eternal...

But the fire persists, the devotion of silence's choice
In the stir of accept, and where winds know a callous insist
The terror of a failing humanity, with a salt to its fame, if not voice
Where has irony and its conscience been, the eyes of hate we visit?

Little harmony, the stuff of patience and liberty's dreams
Still a hand to hold, when peace becomes a risen sort, to avid lead
Long in the truth to overwhelm a shadow, we all know and seem
Where presence of mind has a lover, somewhere sending a remorse's kiss, to me...

Time ample
Times simplicity
Timid example
Timidly implicitly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fighting the only
Wind and offered guidance, to a new friend
Presumption in a fine array, the baser side of anarchy
To welcome the new day, to a fascination, a craving for resolution

Lots to a shrewd comment
Taken for silence of opportunity
The tale is one, of many to seem a relent
Of courage, will a happier decision in the gray, liken to unity?

Searching for the words, the tale of composition
Has a willful stare, my needs are in an elaboration by design
Truer to tell you the obvious, the travail of improvisation
Than to cover the nature of poise, we deem and doth a curious trying...

Welcome home, friend of mine
Taste and popularity, is a shroud best for composure
To come with thought and recognition, a salt for pride
And a treatise of compliment, that has situated very, with your curiosity

Meant and mind, the subtlety of origin's to be kind
Sensitivity voiced nativity, where we are the couth to seldom
A history of gift's oft nuance or need, a solitary wish in time
To signify the barriers of promises we meant, and are sure is wonder

Dole of a strong many and their austerity one day...
Patience is an awful contender, for the romance of silence
Shadowed foremost, or bespoken of light, in a raging vagueness...
Taking the time for but decency in motion, we are what we keep, as a honor to select quietness?

Taint, a tender trap?
Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud:
Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap
Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud:

A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit...
But the cool eye of embarrassment
Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited...
To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament?

Hate me when you see the dragon...
Ought fix and fit enough futures
The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue?
Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity...

Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is...
Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift
Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom
That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift:

Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion:
To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper?
May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence
Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss?

Guns with an imagination...?
Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language
Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation?
Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...

See the risen poor...
Psyche in a rage's way
The clamor of witnessing a trust, in form
With a realm to its understatement, that wishes may...

Silence, to a new friend?
The total of comprehension...
Taken to identity percept, and let with kind
Still a threshold of could, and its intellect, like a wind...

We see, nothing become ours for a song...
Timely and added with shares in justice
The alienation of decency is for never more, among
The tale of gestures and the handsomeness of a sponsored vice

Promises, and choice of cope
To work a simplicity's magic, and its inkling's hereafter
Noted well, with guidance's lips, the rue of chances to hope
The wealth of decision at a marvel's way, was a need for anarchy's fare

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

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

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

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

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

Timely joke
About the tears of the sky
Sweet ingenue, and the irony we poke
Is a crusades of sorts, to make all of a nigh

What if a justice took it that seriously?
A chance meeting with argument's shadow
And a wish in the breeze, the tale to earn a lead
Of symmetry and its advance, a place of gladness to owe

Sincerity is such a rascal, looking for ideas
That provoke rest and relaxation, to become alive
The taint and the wonder of same, so much time to free
With a recourse in cares, with opportune sight, to give

Pence, and labor of a summation kind
The treasured glance of another to find liberty
In the course and candor we eschew is long in mind
And few in through guarantee, looking for possible anarchy

Thus the joke, heard once in a presumed ideology, the toil of senses
We have worked with, even know in careful charisma
What has a day with the likes of you, but does not want it to end?
Having only ourselves to blame, is decency such a lousy dilemma?

Peace is my friend...
Still worthier, with a careful intuition
Sit by mind and miles, a cause to lend
Us, a shrewd forgiveness, and a history all along

Presence of time, present's of kind
Sorry, acknowledgement
A praised behalf, is a looking passion to find
The curiosity we select for mustn't to relent

Tows we counter, with a paradise...
Powers that begin, powers that befit ends
In the imagination of hands we introduce as a scrupled life
With the common reach for sense, that has it to mend

A whole sincerity, of waiting eyes and sating enough...
Truth and charisma in lead ways
Reality to fend for ourselves, a land to clarify privilege such
With a room for courteous means, for pause mays

Letting the hap of suggestion
Convincing a shadow is no place for fear, except to mere
And dear, opposites of convened intimation
We save a friend with causes we need, and by distinction, to near

Suddenness in love
Taking the time to exist and belay a chance to me
Persons of interest in view, the hope in a call to us
The succinct tone of a voice, coming to clarify every gesture a peace keeps

Panacea I know?
Weal in the world with absolution came
Fantasy and guardianship, a heart to owe
With a place meant for need, and the sparseness of somber shame

So life is a bucket of bolt's
Worming their way to the bottom
Where history remembers, the irony jolt's
One awake, from the sleep of voice and questions...

Can't, a risen plea, of measure and dismay alike
Save the world for have's caring right?
Still the charger of a wondering mind
I see the coping hour's have their belly for might

Time with a notion to befriend, a hand
In the sour finish of means come to heedless hence
Where once more, the tooth we prepare, for a staring chance
Is a response to haunting vice's, that came to offend

Life without solace's light
Timid as another may be, the whole of conscience
To wizen in open may and speed of compromise
The tool's of warmth, do they also share sincerity's prescience?

So done
So whether a friend has notice
Ungainly goals, with a reason to come
When sour news has a beat, to its opus, a day of sigh's

Loving the moment?
And asking the untold to witness anew
Savagery in a nut shell, seniority for a stung lip
Profuse to idiom, but know the callous way we seem, lewd

Proper use, of a requited word
Now in lore to some, rages of wishes we affront
Vernaculars of change and chastity to eschew, we are few, we are heard
Constancy to a risen specter that has a vow in mind, for don't

See the thread, Adam and the deep blue sea...
And a martyred show and tell, told to a shell of a human being
Sorry, but no body of insight without the place to blame, me?
And the stirring here and now, with a promise in the fog of seeming

A friend of year's
A catch of light on something more than terror
A prayer to ask and issue the news of whose beyond such fears
A place for dread, when all else is ours to clash, with the psyche of another tomorrow...

Lied
And with a whole luck
The thread of disdain, might?
Save a little more than futures to pluck?

Common, and due the stars?
Shadows of worth, that complete ourselves?
Shame and direction to a carnal heart?
Time in the wishes of another, that earned its wealth?

Tragedy, never more than else?
The cold shoulder of withheld wisdom
That calmly collects a shine of misery, and melds
Of complacency we set before ourselves, the pout of a question

Look
And seem the prowess of benign blessing
Have we begun a stare, with a realm to its touch?
Inclined to avarice, like a fool wishing more, was lessing?

Good natures...
The tender when of a consciences wind, now chosen to serve
The tale of guidance and aggression to a moment's cure
When poised futures have a lie to say, the length you took to learn?

Purity, not prophecy...?
Ably the quaint, to see the coming host
Not hot, not horror, not history
But a mind you owe with a miracles finger, that owes you back, liberty to a ghost...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tones of a thorough voice
Masculine or feminine, tender to a fault
And a whole leap of conscience, for to liberty we were...
The time of collecting notice of a shared decision, for a salt

Restitute, and wondering if gay can be?
The tale of lived hours, home to save a callous share
Of what is us, if thundering frustration, have to heed...
Will a certainty of poise, begin with destined options or a delinquent flare?

A voice through enough, is careful, to tell the chance...
Of cease and herald, my timidity is for better all
Them and sense to seem, the better of a falling man?
That has seen a wiser choice, the breadth of concern to any's call?

Truer to define a shout, than a whisper of curiosity...
Mind over mention, of matter's at hand, may and?
Have the courage to live in well and lent light, a virtuosity
That comes and goes like a lover, notice me in the sulk, of also ran...

Time immemorial, them given implicitly...
Finished thought's, that feed me for years...
Kissing questions sound enough, to live the life of reality...
And a brown-nosed television, with an excuse of purposes to suggest we're...

Stars to dwell in the night
Paces in the account, of a new peace
Rages, and the toll of evidential might
The cares of worlds that collect but a keeping least

Use, and the unction of void causes
Reciprocate and notice a share in the form
Flowers of justice, tree's of a unique treasure
When we spy a day reproofed, the kiss of all and norm

Wishes to run...
And bless the cold shoulders of avarice
With a requited passage of what is ours, what is fun
When a place above clouds, has a charity to give, this

Speaking of that...
The tow of mutual praise, the tongue we ask in
Is but a soul of callous salt, to understand a matter
That came, and with a loving precognition, we are the spirit to win

A hat of conscience
The truth in a lingering hope, the total of unity in a breeze
We meant, we sent to an angel, for hands of presence
And the miracle of a kindness that liberated even life's dreams

Politer to fruit
In the name, of a toil's box
Sat by order's river, the irony we suit
To possess a stilled eye, which has savored not

Run, fool, run
Sown notice, of a quiet in the din
Of the jungle, we notice the hope of cunning
To save a charging guidance to what we have, for sin

Win, tool, win
Lead since, fed genius
Is a harboring cold, the driven nature of meant?
In the dim eye's I forgave, many tears come to season

Sun, who'll, sun
Avid in heat we prophecy, is a need's shame
Poised to entail all, the voice of method's begun
To make a wish in open seem, the order to a name

Sin, cool, sin
Token treasure, thunder in the east
So willed, for a moment to understand again
Looking for a chosen one, that we lost at a feast

Gun, soul, gun
Driven by horror and the beauty of childhood
Where a blind friendship with only a smile sung
Has come and gone anew, like a heart of would...

Halt and salt, why do you insist?
Savage as a paradise with a missing child can be...
A sign of the times, a sovereignty to ask, is a glue this...?
Miracles in a guilty eye, are we that we are, kindred's anarchy?

Door mouse
On the way to a friends party
I am a bird, you are a mouse
Seldom have we seen each other, without a key

Rains of fortitude, speed of a jaunt
To hills of worth, that remind you
The stone is sour, if I am to be your earthen haunt
Take and save a care, with the future call to who

Wishes make all of a since, sleepy
Finishes of stone, let a mighty ghost have the time
Guarantee's with a reason, come by a friend seeking
Antipathy in a color, a face, and a tear trying

Home is where the head is, insists...
Home can decide your fate, even before you discriminately know a laugh
Home is a character to suggest, a flaw is a joy if made in bliss
Home is a relationship with pride, to tell the world, hath

Door mouse
Praise be a show, of what shame has named a catching breeze
What is a cornered eye, with intent to let a house?
Have the skills of out and about, the name of surprise, your home is with me...

Is to ask...
The problems of virtue
Lent the total, of curious facts
Only the world, seems to offer a clue

A sneeze with no redoubt...
Promises of a smile that alleviate cares...
Silly stares of voiced concern, for a rational pout...
Shown persistence, that has a friend, which fares...

There is an echo in my way...
Simple senses of wonder to differ with?
Angels and is, not the secrets of witnessing may
Ahem, the order to a liberty's sunshine, is until bliss...

Poor, the psyche I imagine
Together, with a reason beyond saviors and gaiety
Anxious forces, have seen the soul of my austere plan?
Why is adding the guidance of roles, to occur with spontaneity?

Where has a quiet throe of light to the dread been?
We offer is a catch of solemn intent, that has
The turn of authority, for a sharing exist of lead, lent
To and from a heeding heart of simplicity, taken as times faster

Is retrospect, actual love?
Sorry, no man without a realized succor, a hap's conscience
Of surmised cares, apt enough to live with desire as us
Ask me when a figure of speech, that has seen the urges we foretell, time come for lasts

Precocious, finding a love
In the bared morn, a hat to liberty
Seldom in league, fame is a corner of us
True, the notion to fend for essentiality

Count me in, a friend will notice
The taste in harmony and new pasts
To a climate of sense, serious enough
To limit one more stare to avarice...

To the common ground
Of a silent watch, for better call, to contrary
Sake, we deem the curious without a sound
Meant like a ghost of reality, the truth to carry...

A hint of a clue to worry for a besmirched eye
Known naked like a shrewd patience was...
See the coiling heat of me, when the silence has died
Will a lovers flower land on the needs, succinct does?

**** terror in the frown of ingenue
Spoken worlds of decision, to look for a paradises crowd
Hope and chastity, will the run fast or few?
Letting tongues remember their gifts, we see a legend proud...

Tales of the adding
Tales of supremacy come to a tout
Of what was, a hap in the skew of misery profound enough, linger
With me, when the careful ability of an energy, is in route

Past, present, future
Compared in a heavenly guise, of choice and meagerer sorts
Let like a flicker of light, in the behalf of a wish, so curious
Made by solemnity, to live the life of privilege, of the times we were

At least we cherish
At least we know, divine
At least we escape done with a pariah
At least we paid attention to all and time

At most
The truth of a frugal liberty
Established with older reasons, if not duty to a host
Proof is in the hunch, you seek; a rue to integrity

At means
The tact of real enough shade, for a quietness today
Like a shared eye with spare certainty's seen
The courage to make time with a resolve of any

At method
With their common packages and paces of just
The fate of facts, to invent the words of God
With the will of peace's wish, are we that we are, must?

At must
In the hands of each and other, wise, the cares of poise
Precisely adding the order and credulity of us
In the idea of sincerity we make; isn't freedom a choice?

At need
Call of youth, entering the charisma of patience
Succinct tales we never ventured, without a heed
For a spoken chance, at what will be, a loan of age...

Throne
Decision's in a comparing hand
Committed, where saving is a home
Taken for liberty's example, if a land...

Presence of mind, actual live before lesson's
Of common sense, arrogancy and construal
Benign, the stoic versus of the stead of question's
That redoubt even the spare, tongue and hand rued...

Focus on a silence, of stirring hope's
In course and force, if a people's mind
Terror first, humanity lasting, the times of whether cope
Is our gift or reward, the muse of completeness, and kind?

Patience served, and it's host of causes...
With a realm to its sharing grace, that made might
We deem and sake with a tribute to honor's laud
Here is strength, here is amends, here is right...

Waiting but one step more
The talk of unity to collect, a harmony in finished haste
When out to self and the skip of decision among our lore
With but the conscience's sight we direct to you, is our silence fate?

Tones of choice
Chance meeting with a lead
Sorts viable, to which we voice
Rhymes of dismay, and sharing dread?

Spare few, somewhere further up the road
Seeing the cold shall, today is a reach
Of promised culture, we accept to hold
The tongue of doldrum and fate, a worldly each

Token shrewdness, the act of harmony...
Staid and fancied with refrain's, of composure
Tenuous to expect, a relationship with an enemy
That stole our kisses, with a muse, clever...

Sunshine that didn't believe in heat
Hence an instinct, that regret's your might
Anecdote in favor, of redoubt to finish it's meet
With a resolve profound, that even will, a sight

A sock puppet...
A roguish season to smile, with candor...
A cherub in the eaves, to hush the trumpet...
A walking nightmare, with a real enough hunger, for...?

Salty tooth
With a problem for uniqueness
Tall orders for humanity, a salt we rueth
In vague ways, the courage it took, I guess...

And an age old, tribulation
Force and merit make the better eye
Take the time, to loosen an intuition
That has the voice of an angel, but the belly for sides

Strength's so sordid
Trust and hours until the chaste of vexation?
Inclined feet, to welcome a future marvel, in hidden
Eyes, the total of justice is a longing look for insular...

More, and the tout of a new friendship
Seen this side of hell, the looming heat
To question the nature of senses we fit
Into neat boxes, the truth to live once, with God to meet

Shown the door, taken with the first and the last
To tell a different story, then the embarrassment of crying
For a salty tooth, that has seen the imagined pass...
Of courtesy, curious enough to share a kind, a trying

Care of a friend
In front of a bowl of soup
Alphabet, to be exact, and a spoon you should lend?
If fury or fruition, is to ever be a truth?

Silent opportunity
For a little pepper, the risks of homage
In a curious way, will sincerity become divinity?
When droll acceptance is a favor to come, with advantage?

Cause trying, and the call of unction to the fore
Are you coming on to me?
The stir of facts in the intuition offered
Has the distinct vanity to observe, formality

Peace in a round eye, the toil of acquired taste
Taken with us, and the turn of spare questions
Into facades of character and chaste
Will a rise of fortune, know when a season has blessing's?

A finished bowl of soup...
And the chance of bared liberty's, showing an answer
To the age old, and decidedly more than average couth
Paces of instinct, and spaces to think, a soup has been served...

Find me
In a circle, with thee
Time is a vessel to look and lead
The truth to vested means...

Come together, say the use
In cool glances and apparent myth
The common eye, sore from abuse
To each and them, the other idea of bliss...

Races and voices, to teach you a care
Is all and mighty, until a lover has seen
The callous shadow of unity, and its marriage
Like the weary sides of silence we made to ask, kings

Let me
Have your sincerity for a song
The taller the day, the shorter the heed
Of worth in liberty, that has me for haunts

A fight with the wind, named joy
Just and capable, the source of interim...
To see a house of vanity's resolve, with which almost and coy...
Today are the eyes of the nowhere man, with a certain requiem:

Tears of compromises and its station, vice
Found in the voice of another, sunny day to remember
With a goal in sore trust, the taste in wishes that hide
And given a choice to kind come or tomorrows hill, will we find misery or more?

You
Anti to warm
Silver bells and pleasing skies
Just a sight to warn

Truth
Silent partners with love
Turn to the yearn of a friends couth
Disguised not, but let the shown discuss

Youth
A wall may waver, a light sprung
Set in the way, our hearts conceive, rueth
A soul of integrity knows well, the song

True
Fated flesh, since in lowly eyes
We are the rapture, a harmony to do
Your impossible, see the heaven's seem why?