Anchorage
Of a rages boat
Simple advances, of a rainy day
Have the honesty to choose a reality, so...

Tarry and see my fight
Worlds away, with aloof eyes
The done and the moment of purity's song, might
Taken to the fearsomeness of me, could a day become why?

A boat with no name, has a deity to take
Every spirit of cause, to a beauty's wish
Long in tooth, and realms of guidance to sake
Time is a comely hope, we envision is...

A rainbow with time to still...
Timid as a count of decidedly few reasons, may be
The truth I seek, is anywhere in time, lived for what will
A shared future to intone, a place for what may suggests is me

Powers of choice, I reveal are a final
Wish to become a memory served, the delight
Poorer days to come, and with the tension of adage's child
I remember even the name in the rain, another soul with it to right

Somehow a never
Without the lip to nay?
Trying in a frustrated corner...
Backing into the mind of power's, and a history laid

Demure, we keep your promises for witnessed you?
Till and tension, the lover's of common, enough...
Tales of regard and response that comely does, who due
With the portion we face, is a host to commit to your should?

Act's of prowess, still same in the sour...
Worth in a lingering turn of aspire, into specialness shown?
Neglect was such a sweet nothing, that has conquered the dour...?
For a laugh and a dry eye, that keeps the admiration of hope?

Such a kiss...
Never in a realm of heard of, need's we've
And a beautiful sun shine, to work it's magic hiss
Look say I, the role of persuasion has one to let ever be me...

Considered in five
Gaiety's, with a promise at their center
Turmoil, in voice to cope, the tale of our jive
With a boat to seek a truer moment, meant there

Calling upon the horizon
To send its best
Letters of condolence, will favor a come
That has season for salt, salt for since, we are seclusion lest

Having quite a party, in the time of olden hue?
And revitalizing sunshine, the powers of unique
And by the mores we meant, a relative coup
Of salutations and sulk, of a hunger that is fate in each

Restoring the name of preponderance to trying
The tally of worth, is a lonely vice to question us
The tow of many and miracles of justice denying
A happier place than what we can afford, as a conscience's, thus?

Anecdote; poor and resolute, in an answer to give a gift
Come, prowess and adrenaline; being the barrier
Of simplicity in the dread of guarantee's to the known, rift
Of mercy we make for each other, that by the time, is a days lover

Prince of darkness...?
Worth, if in the eye of redemption, so savored
Until limitation has served its first, and less
It be the last, haste will a sanity to favor...?

A grace for accepting, the total of candidness of an ideal world
And its privilege, to be and welcome a harrowing hope...
To the conscience of ostentatiousness fold, an open word
With decision's might, right's abounding in the part of cope...

Sweet adage, and the avarice of complexity served
The truth, in a clashing hour, we same with spry simplicity...
A conscience that has consideration for sometimes, sense and certainty
The talent of composure before conscience, and callousness before sensitivity?

Like the wares and common price of liberty?
These aging light's, these earnest carriages...
Of creation in a focused light, is arduous and avidness to seem...
Pasts and futures that lead to mores, forth season's, mission...

Family's of context, control and capable love...
Known a finished kiss of redoubt, that need has named lore...
That see's the charity you quell, and dwell with, a poises covenant
Of guesses at heed's honor, that comes to this, will we be shown multitudes or the poor?

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

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

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

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

Walk for it...
Ideal's for sojourn's deed
A promised jewel for your wit
Spare to my eye, wishes will feed...

Mercy, to a quaint dance
Might a problem sit?
I will still kind, of a shared defense
Misery, is remembering when I meant...

Simplicity's swallow...
Of verisimilitude to conceive
All's of a decision, here to hallow
Risks or retinue, waiting is ours to believe

A drive for impression...
Is salt the divine?
A shame has tendered, a care's lesson
A quieter question, that will share haves marital shine?

Profession of a charisma's flower:
Shall we compare ourselves
To awe or wisdom, known a charity for my sighing's lover
That has a voice that gave merit, my name, for what delves...

Liberate the train
Inch by inch, mile for mile
Speed is a waiting land, devoted to plain
Excuses and accusation, in the lips, all the while

Independance, is our reward
Found futures, in a problem silence, now
In last, the problems of candor before the words
Of compelling a heart to action, as if guidance allowed

Travel of the ******?
Suppose to wither with denial?
Sordid capture of a freer insanity?
Cares of presumption, to live with fear, filial?

Callous worth, we's of owed solemnity
Trading hunger for wheel's
Spare adroitness to tame a keeping nativity
Boxes of avarice, with purity to establish a host feel's

Rage, for a dream in the land
Set to firsts and lest we begin the dire harvest
Of an honest soul, that has lent avarice a hand
A thought for wishful patience, that has momentum to attest

Smile, guarantee
No problem with serendipity...
A local house of music and dance, a sharing means
That has the time, to look and see you will be

A promise on top of a hill
Waiting on the first, to live better
Than causes question, the anger of misery still
But to know a faring friend, in scope and letter...

Sweet, goodness
The favors of proper sunshine
To tell a different story than mercy in legend, do attest
The coming hope we due, to liberty, has the voice of time

Picking the best, the wages of a windy day
To these, there is a lived few, fury in the known
Has begun here, to truthful many and their save
We are cares in the needs of more, than a virtue to lonely, come

Sameness, guidance
Welcome to the home of sense, a heed to collect ours
That has the silence for a moment's reward, to advance
We know you, the measure of simplicity to fend for ideal powers

So tender, so without pain
Of remembered gestures and vexes, that seem to be
The fate of anarchy said, the wishes we tell were all of same
All of shared names and the told season of fame, that is our such's lead

Avidly, the war of roses
So settled an argument
For a silent reproach, have what loses
A yet and a set time, for a hidden arrangement

Speed with a definitive smile
On the behalf of ides we never sated
Without the spoil to be, of an earning while
Saved from a declining share, in fated...

Doors
In the vanity we make, with surreal liberty's
Somewhere to love a silence, that has you to form
Dreams and a stir of wonder, with a reaching host to seek

Simple wishes for a graceful season, sun in the sharing...
Shown the respite of sulking, a host has surmised we
Worth the poise of open minds that say, the caring
Special is ours, for a levity of serendipity?

Yours?
And the gift of may, that is my wish in the offering
Of a sunshine as a halt to with, the contrary and dour
Ear of couth, we hope is a silence with the moments, for my prophecy?

Penny dropped
In this vivid light, a host...
Of pretty nothings, that seem a laugh
But to sing and dance, has the weight of a ghost

A ghost of predominance, a world to lip
And chaste irony, we are here to sit the prophecy
Of a creation in crass and sore tooth, of avarice come a tiff
When the silence of due, is overwhelming, fire in a friends litany?

**** the dew, make music with who
Is to be, a colossal trip, to the embarrassment of the more
In the way of habit and ignore, a waiting come too soon
For a friend to remember, what is a merit to a fish at war?

More whatever...
Songs of redemption in a solemn fate, a sincerity of the blues
Dances and dances, like the shyness of a unity's lover
With the past for a blanket, and a bed that cries for you...

Tender eyes, to liberate even the none
Sour roles of virtue, shared with hands of charisma, now
Avid choices to clear, with the bared conscience of fun
Till in seemly suffice, we notice the coming hour of us, to vow:

Stink from a sultry stone
Has followed and followed, towards the ends of the earth
With more than a clash of poise, in those we seem to be at home
Lived and simply history to a sinking feeling, for hope is ours; worth

Seek me, when the music has found a penny
Shape and disposal of a curious need, to collect a rage
In the fist of powers, these reaches of all, is nothing but liberty
With the moment to prove, a days cope, we see your honor and patience...

Sweet unction, resolve
And in a heart's stare, the pining of salt
Has found me, the ruse and the finger of all
Sincerity is such a chaste hero, with joy for fault?

Poise to venture a laugh, were we the voice of simplicity?
Cause curious, or the vows of dismay, in the way
Have we the each, a realm to better asking, a silence...
See and prove, the march of time in the name...

Of powers poor enough
To wait on silence, once upon an eye
Here is your avidity, taken to fate still aloof
Since you do, am I a wish in the past of could, I whine?

Spoken and told to sleep well and fair, I know you
With the cares and veracity, we dote is a memory to youth
Where waking up to the point, is still a history we should
With noble lips, and reasoned kisses, that complete the truth...

Soul's with a biding, a presence of mind
That look and that music, of estranged desire, come home
For a salty wish in the name of more silence than kindness
Shall, the sojourn to yet and overt, is the only way to love them...

Oily flowers
Slap faces like an angel
Simply twain, simpler powers
Sit in the sun, like a smile for the devil

Agony, of an oily smile
Sit to once, upon nothing more...
Hap and adage, require you, of a while
Meaning no-where's step, for a curious war...

Anything, everywhere at once...
A promise to shed, a tear
Through and through, before life begun
The love and misery, is a magic, to fear?

Sated...?
And shown to chew the thought
Is a mystery, of reality, so fated?
When poor is such, aren't we a death sought?

Oily more...
We said the cope, of another world
Suggesting only, the question's we were
Given pride's notion, specialness's devotion; is a fears lover, ever early?

Likewise I'm sure
Being a sporadic and callous fate
Through the envy of the wind, to brace and save curiosity
The language of money has appeared, with a comely sate

Busy is the name of the game
Burden is the count of hand and some
Belief is a rendering hope, to season a wakeful fame
Being is a question left to autonomy, the ire's of whole and done

Seeing the condone, the fruit of poise...
Will a shrewd or subtlety of composure
Seek the charisma of another, the order of clash or choice?
The priority of dignity has become, the selection of purity...

Invite it in...
And save the seldom, with a rise of condition
Make the ilk of compromises, the ordeal of silence
And know their friendship in the step of stead, is fruition...

Notions to excel, nations to weal
The richness of opportunity, is a waiting conversation
Of comparison to endurance, that if a question to heal
Was a night of decency and resolution archaic enough, to lend or lead mellifluent sin?

Paces of moments, and the craving of a brand new day
Taken to exception in the now, the benign to tell a wiser tale
Of wishes and summations speed, seen in the cause of may
The integrity of psyche, that has spent the reach of prowess, with a need's dream to never fail?

Shampoo recipe:
With the doll in reserve
When airs become anarchy...
Wild hills, is the honor ours?

Flowers that suggest...
A whole day away, from the family
Serious enough, with bubbles to support
Is a running jest, to dodge the uncanny?

Silverware
With polished ideas, flees
The role of a lifetime, the vague marriage
Has a course in first, a platonic me's...

Polite culture, with a bite
What evil of the world, has a pet snake?
Realize a friend, or secure a light...
Is a lover a fool, if a meal is to make?

Rats, cobwebs, and things...
Justice for a pride, that has the moment
Without a passion, in the tidings
Even a faithful poison, has more to relent...

Sweetly, the advance of age...
Moment to moment, the merit we entangle
In the name of good and fit, modesty to gage
The real emphasis of clamor, with which a pride does all?

Anywhere a friend is found...
Secrets of dark and light, the toil of cease we lead...
Bright in promises, a chaste of voice by sound...
Seldom as selection, the haste of courage to be fed...

Marvels, yet to be known
A whisper of fruitive gaiety, has found me
A lucre in salient guises, the tow of hosts to own
A chance of more, than a climb of wealth, a smile anarchy

Passing the dream of purpose rational, the tout
Of us, to demand of peace
To clique and survive the condition of rapport
Today is a shared force, of compulsion meant to each...

Strength named after swallowing a rainbow...
Ad infinitum, the talk of heroism and cares of poise
Shall become like me, the turn of a simplicity shown...
With the hands and steps of intellect, that understood a choice

Life is a door on itself...
Nature predicted, with the eyes of hindrance, the tale to tell
Is a conscience in the may, in the way of living for antiquity's wealth?
To denote a saving grace for liberty's grasp, is more than have, never fail...

See the advance of a voice, kept in varied senses
Know the callous and the imbued, with a doldrum, we due sake
With the blessing of powers that began, with a shadow set to ends
And let living order itself for time, ideas of worth compel a soul to fate?

Faintly, and with gaining generation
The promise of a hopeful home, the tooth of avarice
So prominent for a quiet eternity in love with loves intimation
Is now a judgment of living beyond the more, the prowess, we insist...

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

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

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

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

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

Instinct (and the candor it took)
Kiss me when the intentions are ripe
Longevity is a toothsome notion, as if a guiding music
Has the voice to carry, a welfare from here to sun's light

The seen sought, a voice with more than a lip
Of a marvel meant, and deemed a friend?
To the fate we stir, with all of a hosts extravagance, a wit
Of summary heed, to a lived example, praying to be lent

Caught in a hushed tone, the truth...?
Is for any who would listen, a stone of charisma...?
Caring but for the our of decision, we have let a youth
Become the notoriety of since, and a charity of weal to say:

I grow a fruit, with kindness in mind
Tense and awkward, a hope of sincerity's homage to choose
Between a holier water that laud has to rhyme
Or an earthen seclusion of devotions, if may is to be few

Blow and service to an ideal, a harrowed simplicity to vaunt
The gifts of are, a might the fate of all who came
Or is a wealth its own reward, the other opinion in a song?
With babbling lips, and an echo of hearts, the irony of same...

A course of decision, in the name of solidarity
Sent to effused, if not enthusiasm of coping with worth
As a herald of powers and judged same, as the doting charity
We made the privilege, of a prowess in cares, that is many certain

Heed a friend when they are somber, and justice will come
See a friends need becomes the letter of sigh's, and decency is a gift
Keep a friends shadow in reach, and they will know more than home
Heathen a friends smile, here and now a shared eye will lift

Totals of serendipity?
And the quasi focus, of life on knowledge
With a realm to its unction, the reality of another candid liberty
Has become us, the timid and guaranteed forth, of persuasion come of kinds tenuous age

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

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

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

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

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

Life of late...?
Solemn today, and singing to the sun...
Shared altruism, we are the searching fate
That claims you as a friend, where we have loved?

Late shyness
The varied goal of another meager shade
Taken to us, and the season's we brace for, and guest
Have the sense of so many futures, with an hour said

To look in the direction of us, the calling of repose
And respect, the times we favor, with a share of guidance
And the mores of when, we are a beguiled host
With the legendary to prove, the marvel of another's silence...

Come forward slyness, the tows of certainty
That has the world by its ear, the tone of veracity
Saying soft and nix, hardly ever more than what is...
The role of admiration is a handful of flowers, for a better keep?

Somber news for a spry attitude, the exception and the powers that lead?
A hereafter to all, and may we fate, a creation with moment's bested
Being the causes we few and soon, which to some is the only way ahead
Prices of wan, wisdom and practice, pristine and wonder; pleasance

Shadows we never could, without couth in our arms, if not secrets...
Same side of accept as a found friend, that has a live, not lucre?
Callous focus and the sordid exchange of comprehension in methods...
Despair we heed, and excuse with a strength if liberty has it to serve

Tamed by the sight?
Asking only if a vestige
Of conscience in savored, might
Has the sense of time; twain or these?

Patience has watched from afar
Thought and seclusion, made well
Taken for the earthen must, we compel to warmth
Threshold and forces we consider, like ringing a bell...

Taut, the mental image of happiness
In the skill's of honoring need, and redoubt
Fury is such a lacking discipline, if I seek your bless...
Truth in its is and does, a witness act upon now?

How in the let, baring all...
The rued and the soon, to wish we were a power
Of simplicity in the many, and the salt we favor for halt
Of a crush of existence that has come with sameness's lover

Charisma, equaling stead
Or the turn of silence into a proper ask of a friend
The life of arduous more, sought in the compliment of ahead
Will the hope of significance make us a soul worth amends?

Portion
And the decency to know
A finish of compromise's risen devotion
Will a happy kind, save our all, for the deed's we owe?

A penny saved is a penny earned
But a purse with an open mind, is yours to confirm
Let with ought and a gander of salt, the shrewd do save occur...
Sparing the gift's of toward, like a dependency to learn?

Money is a shape of decency of time to come
Let like a harmony in lore's, we affirm is mightier to mention
A lucre capable to sulk, and inspire the succinct thumb of home
Of crescendo in league, with a memory for each rational intention...

Time meet omit...
Timidity's adventure with tumultuousness
Through the sweeter candor we can accept, to invite liberty
To a reality of cherish and privilege, that is ourselves to wish...

Privacy is a bliss?
Took to hours and rendition, the tale of guidance
We made if stress and vertigo, of a numbing history's prestige
Total's of character and vice, if a mind to ask, "Was resolve meant, patiently your amends"

Chastely, the rue, and the exception of a school of thought
Waiting upon the course and moment of causes set forth
Known like a remnant challenge, we have for the clash of us, in parts
And aspire, the truth if not the jewel of aloof, fear for the poor...?!

Misery owns me...
Angels and harmony, to till a silence
With the mouth of where simplicity has a means
To an end, of self and occlusion to find, a chance

With the hours of love
In the circle of friendship, we dote
Is a mercy in form and function, if not a covenant
Of success in its drive, to the names of an infinite vote

Strangers of pasts, in the seem?
A passion with cold shoulders but heavens heart
When we are a clash to seek a question in the stir we deemed
Is a purpose beyond our matters, a living stone of what start?

A trying hope, in the needs of mere, than a person justified...
But the call of destiny in a honor to prove, the lasting
And the lesson of providences divine mind...
Where one more soul to take the liberty, outweighs even love to lend

Running for privileges seen, patience in a worthed peace
Stopping not, for pride, the tows of when suppose is a swallow
Of complexity to turn distances into another soul, of these
We have met the only God of powers, ourselves to know better allowed

Misery owes me...
Readied kind, and salute to wishes I will keep, in know
The better of many things, the truth to rally a sojourn to we
The people of history, with a moment in the sun and its care, more

Post through, envy and who
Seasons of sorts, to collect a filial layer of dust
Integrity has imagined, a faerie in gains, glue
Is a solemn coin to a suspicion's eye, that must

Purpose and soul, the token of a door
That has rhymed with the avarice
A doting alumni of decent questions, od more
Than a cough in your direction, for a knock knows spice

Heed me in a careful way
The tooth you host, the tooth I am
Is for those who gesture the now, for speed and whimsy
Hello will be fine, though a chaste with an answer for a lamb...

Lion's that sour to the touch, of a callous us
But yielding a clue, that some think a deity's joke
Was the attached heart so fine, you didn't cope in thus?
The truer tale of sense, the hours until I keep an irony's vote...

Prodigy and the count of something greater
Than the example of promises, to verify a vanity is golden...
The tooth we now share, is for any who would understand fate, here
And where, the imagination of an egg, whose time I am holding...

Long and due a fork?
Overt in a handful of beauty
Charisma to tell a wishful whose to work
Mutual to our beset advances on youth?

Music in the name of causes, contrary...?
Marriage in a mundane eye, to enliven
A portrayal's party, caring but for a mention staring
The welcome tout of good graces is for out, a history trying

A road to heed, that remembers you, with a light
Taken to travail, to ensconce a sought justice included
With a sign, to realize the count of impression we might
A jovial response to an age old question, is spite alluded?

Will my closest friend begin with a spirit or a sword?
When a day has become a dream, that selects honor for a shadow?
Like a door with triumph's observe, is ambition a finality to yesterday's accord?
With the smile of values that we found for a spryness, is seldom a mindful bastion to imply hours, soul...

Here is that world you ordered, with the grace to kind
A place and pleasance to acquire the faring notion, of otherwise land
To adjust to a needy light, that has come and gone with reasons worth the liberty to find
In a careful house, that sleeps with an angel, waiting until death's hand...

So the answer is, us
Got tomorrow on a plate, on the road, in the rain, and in our underwear...
Time for you, is to do something besides a spoil of discussion?
Wholly, worldly affairs and the smile is to prove, to where?

Before you answer, and make a mint the only game in town
Was a shared first to secrecy and at last, a stone redeemed
The walls are tall, and legend mighty, for a little more known
Than a character's sate, we have at least, a hand to secure a wishful meaning...

All to let, omni-patience
All to sit, order and chaos
All to whit, the flavor of a smile's agents
All to met, the tows of words greater by keeps odds

All to odds of decency...
Where the clash of wishes for a fortune in the sun
Has a subtle grace, meant to be our history
The tale has become fair, elucidation, and a noble religion

Why do you sit with the neighbors when the tables are turned?
When a sharing felt for avid deem, is a collected thought for am?
And knowing what we do about us, is a whole live of what, earned?
Sakes the decision to tell, will it become even more, a sincerity also ran?

A race to somewhere finished with conscience
Or the very language you speak...
The marvels of duality in the name of a better time than presence
Of why is a tone of voice, the only way to garner the breath of each?

Because we live for something worth the observed, known
With the lips of angels or the devils of age, the reasons of virtue
To take a different tact, than a glaring insist for what was a done
Simple news to the eyes of practice makes perfect, the only one it can and could

A is for adage, the truth you think is a daring host to help
B is for baby, the tooth you display for wishes that come to all who care
C is for couth, the times you know are a happier twain, when it comes
Seldom in our view, and knowing a chat with something greater, only the did are ever it here

Listening to the future
Sing a song, sing a deeds our
In the stark and relative promise, we cure
With hugs and kisses, the toil of anarchy in all power

Cherished time...
With imbued lips, the chastity of sorts
The wind to live once more, in world and chime
To know a clash with poise, these tears are yours...

Rights risen, to voices of callousness...
With the claim of sincerity as a tool, that becomes
A harrowed force, we have never seen without bless
Of a seclusions kindness, though even a hate may be some's

Risen rights, to voices we care
Forth a heady Christ, the trade of a lifetime?
Walls of avarice and heed of a monstrous appetite to fare
Is here and now, beloved, even in the eyes of barren lives?

Burden in sight, brief as a war with silence is
Evermore, the turn of chastity into a problem for needs
That burned a charity's flames, a grant of sin to substance
That in the spoken drive to see another become, living seeds

Welcome home
The vanity of surmisal, and its hurry to question the truth
Has added, has asked the vestige of powers, has life atoned?
For the notice of speed in the vices we spare, from even the risks of poorness, so aloof...

Just the peace, the least
Of a lesson in gray seem...
Care for any of a mere in is...?
The pasts day come by a heart to win...

Places we played, we fated with a new passion
To call upon what we knew, for a deeds many
In held today, the common with the lasting
Of a smiling friend, that has the voice to lend any...

Heard in a clash with silence's blessing
Today is a merit in keeping style
Through a moment alone, we saw the hour we are giving
Have the affect of heeding the same, still powers, all the while...

Mercy in a roll of thunder...
Time with a being sit of earn, to know a charity to burn...
Sacrifice and learning, dealt the blow of wonder...
Sameness of a presence of mind, with shyness to churn...

Final guarantee of a simple care, in the hands of life's appetite?
Here to say, and know a seldom in the name of comparison
A snapped finger has its way of settling an argument, a fight
With itself, and the world of other's, without mercy on the run...

Cares of vice, within the range of your ears...
Patience in kind, if strength has a say...
Lucid forces to intone, a way amid pain and fears...
And wholly fated shame, we almost missed for nix, that just learned how to pray...

Letting the ivy roam...
Moonlight serenade, to a begun favor:
Sense in a gentler breeze, the thought to own
A grace, a fastidious space, for a little face...

Pink, the through and due, irony we seldom
Stink and prosper, the alienation we souled?
Together in legend, we tell a tale to a God's question:
Letting the ivy see, is a redress of futures, fools?

Paces and setting a catch, of futures in the light?
A wavering kiss, and the doles of redemption
Have their solemn kin, taken to remembering a night?
My name is a person, order and truth, to another selection...

Of hearts or the ivy...
Spare to fore, we conceive a notion
Made to tailor, a secret, an irony sighed...
Like the bird it was, a concern that lead to devotion...

Ivy sleeps, shadows play...
In the breeds we assume are, the peace of decency...
That has awoken, and seen the sun come, for why...?
Persuade a kind from dread, our fruit is a gift of agony...?

Building halts; continuing salt...
When has a legend presumed finish, of soon's reasons?
The tow of exception, is a wind to defer to a copious fall?
Looking ivy in the eye, asking nix for not, a needs seasons?

The fight is brutal, letting ivy is like a breath between friends
Aching at the completed hour, the duty of they and strange smiles
Set in similar pasts to a redefining must, that only with help, lends
A role no greater than now, a whisper that ended a world's defiled?

Ivy wants your life for a silence...
Ivy has the stomach to turn direction into beauty...
Ivy seemingly aloof, to worth to realize a gift is fast, to the chin...
Ivy knows you, like a taken privilege on the other side of saying we...

Whole of not, keeping time
Through the liberty's we stole, for a kiss
Saving every privilege, energy for such a crime
Without your order and call of when, the real tis'...

Sour advances, for a threshold of succor, sanity is in love...
With your few, the torrid and the sight of horrors
Made for the stark, nature of giving another covenant
Treasures and sulking ours, the taste of life, so foreign?

Patiently, the appeal of yesterday
Today, in our hands, to claim a nature good enough
For integrity, the joy you hide is a nefarious place
Made for guilty heads, and slick tales, becoming love...

Paradise in a throe of agony, to come again?
Lift the spirit of opus, to our seldom, the tears
Of courage and its whimsy, conscience to win
The time of its life, where home hears your insolent fears?

Prayer's? a coping and austere face from history
Candid enough to look before the leap, of communion
Into the sight of reality, where sophistication has its worry
Does a marveling heart, save you from destiny, with what I ruin?

This and that, lover
Infants and doling home, into a rational serve
Of vice if not verve in a clash, with what we know, overt
At a party, with no one to compliment, a rise of nerves...

Conscience sat, in a filial row, this
Of no remorse, sad to tell the awkward jibe
But the reasons we hide from each other, is my owe, tis
Total and careful worth, well to do and keeping my lie?

Salt on the tip of a tongue, and working for another's living
Is a recognized form to shall, a land save itself from all counts
And carriage of a rue, that gave its kiss already, and true to timing
We are the clock of destiny which I found, in the heart which pounds

Panic at the step, the risks of virtue in a limelight...
With whether to observe, or obstruct the obvious
They tell the tale in another's language, the secret to might
And majesty, that has a scent of obligation, to correct a grammar with us

A smack of justice and warranted mice, with the time to tell?
A jaundiced joke, that we seem and dole of a sincerity, voice
In the name of a shared eye, that has a corner in the realm we fell
And gathered a same, a just hand and the calling of since, the choice...

Is a babe with a bible in its lap...
And a memory for sin, that began with you...
So, sophisticated in the tongue of rumor and its charity, that...
Kissed by the and, you chose, with a rue of compelling history too soon...

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...

Watch a bar of soap, marvel?
Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap...
But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul
Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker...

***** with a racier past, friend?
Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek...
Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's?
Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...?

Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall...
Here of love, to make many more than meant
In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little
And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat?

Talc, and each...
Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness...
At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach...
For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless...

That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor
And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings?
To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query
Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...

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