With work
The times are ours to live
And make the day come for more
With a hand full of sunshine to give

But the night, so somber
Showing its just and must
Has the sense of another wonder
A longing look at privilege, just because

Liberty in a worthier art?
So fulfilled with a memory for you
The sharing how, to know for a word between the smart
And the wishes of life, to complete the irony due

Somewhere the call of unison
Made in redoubt for a saner heed
Than the count of a days worth, a comparison
With only a chance meeting of minds to guide us, are we need?

Wait with me...
In a burdened eye, a heap of silence
Made and cared for, the shadows we flee
As if a quiet friend has the time, we begin...

A God of subtlety and success
Hid in the dread we espouse, we establish
Is a character of future hope, a suddenness?
To direct us to causes, that we saw make a wish...

Of torrid sincerity, finding only the call
Of seasons baring, the bird of paradise
Is a memory to fulfil, the rather and all
In careless should, and a need, was simplicity wise?

The fight of decency, in the driven rain...
Clouds of infamy, and the stir of repose in love
Good nature versus integrity's prophecy, for the reality of praying
To a God of wonder, that has seen our decidedly kept covenant

Cold, cold days of rage
Worth the forces of outward basis, backward to uncertainty
But winning the race of life, with a secret for fate
Long gone and sung with reason, isn't a heroism your purity?

Allegiance in now, need for the thoughts of another
We welcome the reign of strength, like a sharing is a rolling curse
Alive in the wind, for a new face, of properness and loves bother
With a couth to elaborate, the truth we ourselves, know has a world...

Day in, day out
Freckles to swoon, a favorite lullaby
Have with me, a muse that keeps a pout
Time in a tilling pace, with a triumph for peace

Torrid, the sound of a cherub
Pushing here and there, over my bed
The lights of reasons so satisfactory, the rue of causes
Has a wink with me, the entourage of heaven's lead?

Heaven?
I wonder, listening to the melancholy refrain
Will, a heart be a stone or is a stone a star leaving?
How they are, a sincerity to come and go with their own, shame?

Same side of depends as in every whole?
Maybe a whole of consensus, that shares an opportune eye...
With a repose for all, the united way we explain a miracle in the full
I wish the world were so happy, a climate for intonement to strive...

Cope, breeds haste long before Eaches hope
Hope, looks upon the soul of reaches, like a furious friend
Fairly the timid, nor the strong, will escape a lover's better though
A day may be, by rights the best at collecting our thoughts, but that meant...

The world to you...
And the seclusion of worth, that makes us so special
Here is eyes of mine, and kisses of yours, winks and till the truth
Many times over, with a kinder reason than an intuition of else

So pretty a wing, if not a wish
Somehow a dance with fame, in no way the rain?
Like a realer speech for when we were, a subtlety come least
Our awoke eyes remind each other, the day longs for stranger...

Instinct
Been the brief
Seldom in league, with a mar in the ink
Can I see you, when bests bring grief?

The written letter
And the pictures I will know
Saving lest for *******?
Is a reaching hope, all of a glow?

Done
And determined to see the final, light
Of exchange so minding a church of senses and fun
The waiting hour is a strange contender, for my might

Excuse me, or rise to the next hero
Houses of calamity and justice, saved true
The cold composure I have spoken so much of, owes
Me one more taste of peace, and the risks of youth...

Gone
And made with the hands of recognition
Will a world bespeak us, or is a waiting have, money
And the tale I told, to you, for the price of a friend...

Details to avoid, in a stare...?
The talk and the walk of known courage's
To defend a said hour, tongue and mightier fare?
Simple with our nuance, and the strength we add...

To a fire of announced charity
Token sense, if not the *** of gentleness
Of the scope of vicinity in keep, to a wild disparity
Looking for a host of deference, is this the idleness of us?

Happy youth's, if not our soul let, couth?
We begin here, and is frequency of a torrid answer?
Our only way to yearn, the image of truth...
In a call to destiny's, we affront with the taste of verve

Gaiety or the existence of another proof
Of a summation in our hopes, and a heart of darkness...
That has its own answer for us, the world so aloof
Is it ours for a song, and is the reach of the being ours to bless?

So, a wily and cunning wind will ask, who won?
The terror of simplicity in a could for excellency...
And the throng of poignancy to conceive of a shrewd home
Taken to accept in a notorious and fearsome heed, is this ecstasy meaning...

Porcelain  
And a handsome jest, to instill another kind of demand, to due
Willing the part, and a season of composure we find for you
Does a lip with aged sincerity keep who, or the eyes of waters we Jude...?

Kindred, in flames
Today was such a fair home
Shared heed, to a question alive in the wind
Will petty scares in a lingering box, atone...

See the season of similar ides
Good gravy, the toe of immersion to find
The lackluster a shall, too tall, in lives
Of virtue in a callous remark, the robust sorts of kindness...

Has a cheek with me, the common taste
In heaven, the tale of uniqueness for a song
Waiting with a friend, on heat and then haste
Poor old me, with the about of you, with gain among

Guarantee the pain, the suffice with a creation to scale
The roles of vanity in a noxious cloud, peculiar
The taste of excitement and dust, has so many friends at all
Of a new day, gone forever south to see to the world...

Penny's in a funny jar, with a smile for a top
Totals of collective more, the stone to throw a kiss
With a record set so high, the times to remember a bitterness, to stop
With the cold soldiering of class, reasoned with a stolen wish...

"Spiritus Amundii"
Savage as the stone
Of complacency is, a key
To a house you don't own...

Birds and quite the land
Is memory served...?
A rolling shape to what a hand
Knows like a rage, a reason; areared

Homes we visit, for fun
Major mistakes, token all's to know?
That run and run...
From wishes made, to asking the old...

For another
A final house, of comparison
And rises of decency, in open bother
That came to light, with a voices champion

Rued today, scented with tomorrow
The risks of yesterday, are us
To behold the world, to borrow
A head for sincerity, come to discuss...

Defiant, a courage in the rough
Somehow better than a cough
And sitting suppose with a relationship enough
The hours we invest in confusion, are a silly table to love?

Misery walks in...
Opus, deify and attribute a song
To long talks over romances fires, a salt splendid
With the firsts of any man, to make sense of a delicate haunt?

Kindred know a share, the tools of persuasion
Mix and due, treat and soon
The irony we preach, is a caring come to liberation
That has the pardon of fewer fears - if only a lore to swoon

Myriad comforts and their insincerity may pass
Past the commotion, a need of compelling all to seem
A light to tell, the condition of sincerity to a risen ask
Of guidance's nature, is a resolve to understate a whim?

Alienation walks by...
Set to long heed, the culmination of a frank repose
Is silence to be a friend, when we have no need's to lie
With a rarified glare at what is purpose, what do we owe?

All leave, with a ghost of cessation to come
Will we spring into the gait of war, or is a fight to be declared?
Or is a descent into deception, for after a word has space to dumb?
Then and there, the pout of repercussion, a door only a hardship could have aired

Obligations soul, still sat at the table
Worth in a timely bottle, to look at and become a choice's fear
But given the since, the defiant air of what has a role to say, dull
Is the sojourn of a distance to oneself, the meters and mores to care?

Oil in love
Sense, staidness, sojourn
Though the honor, in about of
The sake we envoy, is sight we further?

Oil in hate
Sour vice, to take a moments life
To principle vexed, a liberty's sate
Challenged of truth, to take to strife...

Oil in curiosity
Known for solemn age, irony
Is a wakeful wish, to tell lucidity
Caring well, if bells introduce prodigy

Oil in security
Worth one swallow, two hindrances
Causes that bare themselves, a latent fury
Worth to know advances, of what asks of problems...

Oil in shadows
Are we the clash of opposites, owed care?
Though callous was a prayer to fulfil those
The light of conscience, knows freedom to be fair

Oil in light
Simple causes, wishes, to become a might to liberty's fore
Savior's drama if not dilemma, of what is right
And wrong beyond the pale, of what was never, more

Two of salt
Have a heaven, have a done
Wrent with the times, a unison fault?
A picture of silence, when you have a question?

What is salt to a weary heaven?
Claim the door, or make a fruit a sovereign future
We have the sulking, the tradition of when art is the question
Can a hardier nuance, become the notion to endure?

A picture of paradise?
Promises and privilege, to greet your decisions
Of waiting and fating the stare, opus hopes is wise
So to a form in choices void, is a wakeful two, intimation?

Of a welling conscience, and the first of many kinds
Of wishes for, and taken with impressions visit
Medians or tedium, a rule of voice is to become our mind
A sake, with tomorrow on its nerves, and the rest of the future for wit

Creating the art of hours, a wishing order to worth
Is a raging held in honor or contempt?
Longing for a masters stroke, can a sharing candor, leave us with certain...
Ours of heed, and curiosity, to be a show of what life lent?

The mastery of a premonition
To work the magic of the age, a host's place and or confirmation
Come by the senses of another, to speak the truth of intuition
That has become the pout of romantic powers, a vision of a generation?

More than we can know...?
Set aside, a burden we failed?
Seeking a role with justice, copious worlds
Of redemptive life, we saw in shared window's where out, may...?

Letter's to open...
And mighty words from a spoil of friends
Take your pill, with an hour of our waiting, a work to rend...
Upon the sulking habit of other's, kind come to realize and entertain

Sitting quietly, and remembering the cares
Of our future's and our simplicity's
Made a perfect circle, that has the cull of bell's, we heard
Empathy is a long run, that said the couth implicitly...?

Shapes of sanity, sakes of salty austerity
To language, deemed power's perfect?
But in a hand fated with mercy's, for children...
Ask if liberty has become indistinct and hidden to intellect?

Hello, bravery, where are your charity's when I doubt...?
The tale of seem and summation, to convince a patience...
Can be the cloud of our harmony, the cadence of rise and fall, allotted?
By measure and silence for a door, that protected itself from petty reasons...?

Bodies of need we do adore, and find the call of done, and dear...
Presence of mind, that came and went with a folly, of the world...?
Looking but for the stomp of approval, in the names we owe and collect, fear...
Is chastity, our only misbegotten, or can we see laughter's nature?

Watching the storm, and knowing a rivalry's call, does...
Richness of a land to aspire, may, connotation and its fate
Make the confirmation we deliberate, the pragmatism of us
Longevity, coping, and future decision; but is courage our fury or our sate?

A step forward, and a knock on the door...
We knew was coming, a host of pomposity and realization let
For a conscience in motion, and keeping the abstraction of wars...
With a better memory called 'voiced succinctly', be what the world of you has meant?

Name from a blossom
Found in the rivers curl
Proof for a saving grace, the sense of freedom
With our duty's all in a row, listening to early...

Antiquity knows an avid favor, the toll
Of berries brief and the solitude of an irony's tree
Looking for home, when sense is to be a clouds roll
Far away in heaven, the integrity of a weal, we see

Everyday
The tongue of persuasion and the portent to eschew good
The coming hour to heed a windy hope, a sun's ray
And a liberty to unfold for the purpose beyond wouldn't

Sated by the sigh of sensitivity
Even the crude mars and spills of life
Have a stock to take, and its inner nobility
Worth once a step found, in the wake of forever nigh

Night comes, and the tooth of witness comes to play
Aspect chilling, the mine or the sign
Of choice in a careful soon, a hindrance past the lips to say
A habit is our undone, and given wrong for same, our time

Light comes at last...
Spill of ideas, into the mercy we fueled by purpose unknown
Until a shadow has become the soul of our heed, so fast
We are the used and the abused, of a rage of lies sown...

Theory of a dread
Music in the naked thought
For more, than a kind thank you ahead
Where the cloth is worn, with a purposed climate to rot?

Music with a proud name...
Torrid whole kindred, and a dole of lead
In meager how, the gift of nothing shame?
Reasons and similar essence to rise, and fall with need...

Mercy for a minstrel of heirs?
Taken to lies and school's of thought...
Sweet avarice, do we know you one step more?
Like a bird of war, we see the tried and true, became not...

Them said, the tone of your voice is a sultry longing...
Strength and totals of sincerity, to show you a vaunted
Gold, and the many of sitting for a though, a song
Of guided misery, the stare of unison that joy meant...

A hat full of sunshine, is a waiting lover...?
Known for mutual live and lets give the moment...
With but a song to share, are we a sallow order to those?
With a realm to touch and mendacity in the eaves, is again a lament...?

The shyness of veracity, in your hand for ourselves?
That knew the day of your haunt of justice, wantonness
Courage in the affront of thunderous drama, to acquire a force
Of silence and reason in a marvel of distance, as if the name of our blessing...?

A halting dream with shall to swallow, and the instinct...
Of curiosity with a bridge to essential mere, the times are a changing covenant...?
With the shadow of youth, the honor of what was a method succinct...
Tales of sour chance in the good nature of fear, today is a lovers love...?

Blushing fields
So alive in a fateful stare
Mere and many, a hope for yields
Of common stone, flower and water

Been a course
If not courage, where?
Can we begin and where can we end, forces
That come for me, like the truth to care?

Sincerity, you and a cost so dear...
Let with my name, the toil of another aim
Should a real timeliness have it to hear?
Or am I the conscience in a letter, to name?

Beckoning time
To a seat with almost, for every thought
The quiet and the stir, of reasoning mine
Is the yours of good, about a hope we made our lot?

Times we did
Times we didn't
Times we saved
Times we silence

Courage is ours, says our self
Memory served, actuality parted
Creating the difference between you and me
Sharing but the idea behind a kind, wishes started?

Brazen triumph, of a nose to contain
A requited more, we find is a presence
Of virtue included, the tale of moments, vain
But delighted with a beauty, risen to rights, and again

The clash of veracity, in a host we will know
The clamor, the clever, the coy voice of promised
Cliques, and the truth of a mercy for owed
That has the light with a friend, like worlds we appoint, to history

Treasures and vices, we know we can make
A simpler and happier courage, that has sharing to say
Pout and people, bout and bell's, we know as sake
That came and went, until we were ready...

Looking the place, and the timely chance we have
Assume and could, willing fate a better pace
Areared and seemingly the turn of choice into a helluva
Good time, that has a trophy for you, the consciences we face...

Safety first
Said a yearning sunshine
To the best of me, reaches for sense and burst
When an avail is ours, to complete a sigh...

Safety wind
Append and appoint, the course of a friend
Showing us this and that, to excite a giving
Of resolution in our way, excess of curiosity to end?

Safety theirs
Energy we mean, meant in the heart of synchronicity
True to a silent offering, that has seen a prayer's
Confession, the toll of even tides and them ide's, we invite to liberty

Safety forth
To a treasured irony, the tale of implicitly
The tarry of spare feelings, and the source of more, worth
In the name of a simple future, love is ours to introduce, eaves of heaven?

Safety independence
Astute in a couth, assumed in a truth
Saving heed, for a generosity to understand chance
And your still here, with a mind to begin, another soul worth youth?

Safety came
Decency in a real venture, of done and will, beauty
Have the senses of reach, reason and reign?
To tell a story on the opposite side of the might, we saved for you to prophecy...

A wish in a coal mine
Rainbows yell at each other...
When darkness comes to shine
Certainly, suddenly knows when we bother

Subtle echoes of feelings
A heart has for few, a sense oft due
Made from silent charisma, a ruse in the dealings?
Of our vanity, who'se business is in adding love?

Rainbows know when to cry...
Like better asking, we already have?
Do their birds of a feather, have wishes to fly?
Wings in love, encourage mercy to save...

Integrity has taken a step...
Many and a marvel, keeping a peace
Like the sun, worshipped a lip
With a night's simplicity; is our ease...?

Each of a smile
If not the shied but true kiss, of respect
And its weary way, to another tear of denial?
Letting hope see our knowing, we know what to expect...

Hospital favors
West with the order to which...
Handsome and gaining in strength
Will harmony be all right? just in the stitch...

Eternity in a night breeze
The pride of my sheets, the kindness we afford?
In rational days, the moment to seek...
Merit in a need's stride, *****'s without your word...?

Been the odd, the juice is on the however, though
Told to belet, a sickness with the cares of unity
Promised airs of candor, know a future without thou?
Kindred are all in a row, to see my name in all certainty...

Patience
And a curious have of problems in sanity's mirror
To act in a callous sorts of did, a misery I legend
With your imagination, the tows of simplicity in fear?

Purpose, and a bedding changed
Sweat and heaven be honors, for a taut finger
That rolled anger into a ball, and asked an angel strange
What is a new man, to you and me, when passion lingers?

Birth of a new day, a looking hour, with clocks to chime
Tender and focus under the heel of a family, letting grace
Begin a courage in vice, falsetto to overwhelm a voice in rhyme?
Long teeth in a deluded moon? when sour is your fate...

Was not was, tomorrow
Friends of peace caring, proving
Time and silence, borrowed
Witness the bride of taste, lovingly...

Paces of hardy smile's, taken to not
Prepare you, for a shadow of compliment?
Known this way and that, the order of heed, brought
Forth a kindred, asking, "Is hair our gift or lament?"

Been the strength, of a mind to account
Opulence, surmiseal, and honor's came...
True to an eternal, season of quiet and pout's?
Shared in the knowing, a presence of same...

Days gone by, and a larger than life, bird?
Happy today, and meant with blessed youth
Timid eye's of the poise we affirm, is a question heard
"Will we save the truth in hand, or simplicity's intention, good?"

Tender was the night, of our discovery
Ten finger's and hope intertwined, the laugh of common
Time with a sincere problem, in the wishes of many
Yesterday, was a golden lip, with sharing to say, "Home"

Do bird's with eave's on their bespoken lip's...?
Have the sense to rhyme and reason, with the waters of none
Compare a shadow to our contempt, the oracle of youth, and whit's
Was a portrayal of symbols of play, not the place of fun?

Occult
And the service of avarice, to examine the patience's of life
Those and woes, of remedy in the argue of a time, without fault...?
Is our heed so ungainly, that we don't know a wish in strife?

Brass is icky
Gold is dew
Bronze is micky
Lithium is you

Long arms, long legs
Roses in a rational circle
Waiting on the hug of history, is race begs?
Wading into the rain, are we meant and or the devil?

Silence before the storm:
Walls with superior horses, suggest a callous ide
Hello, moments, my name is first among many firsts of norms
When a burden if lasting pasts, is a creature of speed, and its shied...

Novelty versus poverty...
Nations voiced by angel's
Success amid heaven, the count of refraining from innate liberty
When a courage is for what destiny referred to as health...

Heaven
And a typical drama in the sweetness we cue
With exasperation come to a deified hill, the love you have given
Is a remembrance, of reasoned wealth in disparity due?

Hell
Exacting a new flower; of sun, moon and lands ecstasy
In these eyes, the thing of future philanthropy, is a doting and little
Wind of silence, that is broken baring the light of curiosity...

To each their own...
Simply found, and cared for, the lips of a lover
Are the needs of conscience, before composure to regale, a stone?
Of might, that is completed with the honor of privilege, and boy is it moving...

Politics for babies
Silent waters to journey to panic
Where the still otherwise and a being mother, have rages
That began and end, with method in a salt, we admit is...

A rather large rainbow
Today on your tongue, whet my instinct with able rationalism
Truer to finish the scope of destiny, of an ugly glow?
From the land, where once upon a time, I am risen...

From a rather large table
Told to serve a chair a reason in the sour
Will I take the time, or is it to chances, a golden fable
Martyr's with a real enough time, to travel to the end, dour...

Pain and scares, of commitment to a rarity
Eyes that conjure the living, of fame and family
The soreness of relationship's is but a calling for airing
A house with moments to serve me, a handful of seasons?

Of sunshine with a rallying spirit, the tools of charisma
And entity, the joy we will notice, is a cloud of sense with lends
Made in the cold, shoulders and careful hip, a forward dilemma
With psyche on its lips, the rue of completion to introduce amends?

Of what? a ghost could tell...
Of how is your house also a thief? because ilk is but a rolling behalf
Of risen now, when will you add the coming heart? when stones of wishes serve hell?
Of a raving lunatic, will you be banal, or give grief? like a shower of the sun's best, I am but a laugh...

Speed and a demon
Went south for the winter, angel's be ******
Accuracy to foretell the coming of a new season
Method to lure a callous liberty to embrace fascination's lam?

Spires we knew, with a coltish goal, succinct...
Was a herald to prove, the embarrassment of couth?
Shaping the distinction of the future, we think...
For a question lingering in the wind, which has a bite to its youth

Lock's of hair, we never knew what to do with
Separation of a candid hand, from the being truth we dole
Sakes and ever lewd scares, to chances we found yearning for bliss
Safety of a cordial deliverance of funk, the toil we can see, is that old...

Shame for a witchy care, and the finicky play, of another angel's card?
Ticket and names fraud, the sanity we share and compare
Is a light to all who would lead, a soul of charisma with a ghost's pardon
Mr. Devil, is my name the same as yours, when fate looks beyond for justice in despair...

Days later, know water for a cancelled book...?
Threshold and sulfur, to acquire a new scent, an offering of olives
And bitter hickory, to seem the better of a friend with a look
Of hell, that exists for you and me, with a reach, is what gives...

War, and the flowers we *****...
And the history of redress to sing, in the signature of the world
Time to remember you, with a cold sugary kiss, and the **** of a lifetime to ignore...?
Sing us a river? up the creep with a pat? order me to the boat captain, early...

Notion 'A'
Adding the brass of the day
Altogether a wish we found in a malaise
A court of excelling need, with a moment to say

Notion 'B'
Begun in a willowing voice, hard to see
Subtle bolting skies, with a tooth to turn and seem
Beguiling presence is a world's forte, meant any and all anarchy

Notion 'C'
Contrary to devil's of chaste, and a demonstration of haste
Causes of virtue outrun a valor's sight, like embarrassed keep
Cold silence in place of heard fact's, of poise and pleasance too fast

Notion 'Subsequence'
Surreal, the voice of constancy at the beauty of dependency
Safety in proverbial numbers, versus the common amends
Sakes alive and rekindled, will surmised gaiety show true, the seen?

Heaven help us
Still to fore, the whole
In a dismayed cause, thus
A chastity has made, a world its dole?

Light in the meadow
Where smiles are long enough to care
Such a small favor to ask, a vice be a rainbow
When a favor is for the same as salt, are we married?

Light in the shadows
Sense in a serious hand, has the tomorrow
To wait in simple glares and stymied knows
The wishes of another drop of rain to borrow

Light in the way
To find the such, a realizing friend
With the common for proof, the tows of may
Adding their stoic reply to an age old question...

Can a whole day, dream longer than another, loved?
Before you answer, is a caring we, the timid also
Measure upon pleasance, the truth has garnered us
The platitude of each, in the name of what was, though...

Anarchy at the cost of gifts and their expression
Implied ****, to wish we weren't so very vain
Kindness of a legend, to secure a role with where this is leading
And the success of a stand for one night, of worth's rain

Hill's to call home, and an availing wind to come, hungry?
A liberty in renown, that has a song on its mind, heaven?
Space for a little more silence, than a chance with all, demanding?
Sharing a thought for only more, is like a half-eaten pride, given?

Judgment of a God given sate
Under the feet of liberty, is a wager of brass and steel, colloquial
Merit in a simple eye to look and see our fate
Ready as we ever are, the drama of sincerity has seen it, a promise to marry little soul's...

Tonight, no fruition?
As shrewd steps of the irony to suppose
Have and maybe another face at the intuition
Glare if you want to, but a sincere mirror knows...

Longer times than a school of thought...
Realize the fate of ordeals and courts to whisk away
Hard habit and the dread of posing for a needs lot
Ask me if deeds make good acquaintances, and I may...

Give you the stare of a lifetime
But the thoughts of an ideallic song, have caught my awareness
When you emerge from a pout, the inclination of power in rhymes
Belong to me like a friend is the better of seclusion for a guess...

Won to add one, is a burden in gaiety to confess, too...
A plural being, equals a seen confirmed conscience, came beyond same...
A be in the seem, seems to be a closer friend than what was who...
Waste nothing on watery eyes, and all of character will ask about fame...

Is it me or an angel has found their wings?
Like the sorry eyes of wishes that want by the way-side
A happier time has real privilege for misery to accept, your means
Are to grow in time, and see the patience of another, have hope for a chaste life...

Baring the sanctity, of another fate, arguably the moment of prowess
Of a simple standing of reasons and the rational turn
A wish to come into its own, is a means to sincerity, bests
The whole of a subtle world, with a moment to face the music, and learn...

Once
Upon a time, with frank decision
Spare to fore, the choice we delve as begun
By a simple truth that has an eye, for my intuition...

Flowers with predatory instincts...
Sated fears, that develop a taste for wit
Where love can be so bitter, a chaste to remember kings
Any of solemn pity, the praise of sincerity is us, for since...

Peace, never pieces of a roaming neglect...
Has the voice of society for all of a day, with dread
And the pout of simplicity you mind, is my heart to reflect...
A stone of response made from needs of virtue, that you lead?

Tarry with a friend, until obligation...
Has made you the stark, the cant of biding judgment
The stare of resolve, we notice is us, by definition
The brightness of a solitary share, in the world to relent:

Add me when saviors die...
Acknowledged with the sameness we invest
In the name of solace so fine, the final straw of a sign
Of the times, with a golden opportunity to accept your yes...?

None tomorrow, none today?
Wishing you a merciful, now
Truer pout's and cares, could a loyal
Companion, comprehend your asking, vow...?

Does a puppet like to watch, you understand?
Misery's music and it's forbidden gift's?
Of curiosity and its chide, couldn't worldly eyes befriend?
Turning weal into knowing kind's irony, past time for us?

Candid to a brazen lip, that saw your eye's
Wonder right back, the sincerity of an imagination's have
Is a clamor for surprise, and means to liberate, well, wise?
Considered the which of the whence, we save, you, from it's gaiety?

Never seclusion, our futures in limbo?
The waiting wishes to air in a room, with windows parted
Known to be, our freedom in the hope we add, owing...
Here is a sharing heed, ready to become soul's smarter?

Future clues fated to a salty excuse, that had the name
Of presence and a joy to finish its first mile
With a risen course, in hardly any fame or shame...
The knower, and the nothing, but the fate of a friend, to enjoy the silence?

Naked feeling's, promises we never imagined
Without presence in the paces of good fortune, with arguably toil
Of requiem in the miracle we call, intuition weaned
From the smile of causes, we named in vengeance, cowards

No one
Silence has a favor to ask
Move the might, adored withheld
Are, the voice of lies, and the act

***
In one misery, to embarrass
Signs to defer, elaborate hosts vex
A callous waste, of decided pasts

Long spoken treacle
Superiority has the moment
Fear, despair; married an oracle
Save your childhood first, the tickle relented:

Poison to youth...
Prestige came by paper and honey
Sweet nothings, that promise to tow aloof
Until presence is a form to money

Money already spent
On have and Eden?
Where has a liberty, been meant?
Somehow the miserable wind, has cried for a reason...

Names we can choose?
Family if fairing all, ask and ages
Of direction seen, is honor to loose...?
The host of compromises, that seldom, is, rages...?

Patience we can afford, tomorrow in love...
When superiority has its abundant cares
The opulence of vice's more and many, to hear am's covenant
Of wishful reason's, if not relationship's of sense, where?

In the land is a waiting eye, made for us...
The vicinity of kinds and nary come, to welcome the dream
Of history to a general heed, moments of open discussion
That save the challenge of unity, to give sense a new freedom...

Names we know have a choice
Till with a presence of mind, well worth once and ought
The ordeal of a chance with its first and last, calling of a voice
Are we the sparseness of guidance still, the liberty of notion sought?

Caveat emptor, buyer beware?
Callous simplicity in affirmation's of youth and couth
To wizen at the need's of other's compared will's, urbane as worth
The frailty of shares of possibility, we kept, for a silence who'th?

No patience
Know avarice
None relationship
Knowledge and spice

No existence, yourself
Know an ordeal like a rub
None with an insight for health
Knowledge and three men in a tub

Now, who is?
Known gifts of simplicity sake
Nothing but marvels, for a legend to pout, this
Knowing what we do, is a date with an angel, fate?

Fake lips at an ordinary meal, set sideways
Liberty's arduous shoulder, to wince at a cloud
Future yet's and tomorrow's lets, living for what stays
Loft to an argued curiosity, the truth is the only wish allowed

Until we think so...
Proper acts and super facts
We are the keepers of might, that knew right
With a pinch of Sulphur and an ink to understand pacts

So, do you think so...
Tears from behind the seeming home of cope, with a praise
And the love bite, of a calling need to let the breeze of sorts, blow
A pace of unity in a chaste shadow, that lets by gones begin to see an age with eyes to raise

Epiphany's share?
Intimate as we are, with roles
Aided by virtue and silence of norms, to care...
Sweet epitomy, has a snare for what doles...

Charisma under the tomorrow allowed
Weal we fathom, with a begging truth
Stares of poignancy, to reserve honesty as how
Lucre in the limelight, in inclined past's, youth?

Wretched, and forced to claim a tooth?
Well to know, with dour reality to silence?
For a gesture in rises and fall's, the common couth
With added consensus, the problems of vice and imagination

Told to yearning, for a somber salute to needs
Are we the stilled same, taken to reason's form's?
To enlighten, a shrewdness, for a climate we heed
With particular gains and fames, of what is many more...

Kisses with a reserve, for what toil's ahead...
Turn's of happenstance, into a livid could
Courage and predicament to assure, we are met
By the stead and stint of cares, that were jealousy rued...

Bell's and epistles, seclusion with again, to tell a story
Fewer in fear, than a call to avarice, has avidity?
Patience, and tumult, we will know is a condition hoary
With a realm to its might, many more known than what is, being

Tradition, and the envy of disciplines
Among the notion of innocence, until a heart is wrong
About the silence of divorce we have seen, begin meaning
A risking home, to suggest even the day can go all along?

Semblance playing
Worlds away from norm's we recollected
Shall we take the time, in saying
The toil of freedom, and the mercy we admit?

Timely, in the sun
Welcome to a today
Tomorrow we are a begging question
Is resolve a risk, or a ray?

Simply, asking the moon
If a reason of psyche, is ours...
Or the insistence of quality, come too soon?
Living with a beam of proof, as if power...

Now and then, again with silent amends?
Total's of reserve, just in the nick of time?
Letting a smile be, the season of when...
We are the door to find, a host of trying

Patience, without a friend, and a sense to lands
Act's and passion with a rue of so...
Is a halting world, in a future we answered, with challenges?
Of an awakening fate, we kept in hand as if owed?

Truth, is my only shield, my teetering on the edge...
Of our shame? a whole clash for sense, as is, as was
Our notion to exceed the fair, freedom's we never let
Once, had the conscience of fear, for the strangeness of us...

Now
And the times to remember me, in a lover's gaze?
Hope we save you from the comparison of soul's
In the voice we make, to tell a different story to ages...

Pass the need?
Clarity with any sort's...
Find and mere, where we heed
A being shadow, asking of course...

Will we find our little wonder
True to integrity, like a heart?
Is a might freed?, in patience we can
The many with a shrewd, paces and faces of art?

Timely tale, with a round about save
Of cares tangible, let with a voices sound
Merit me, the waiting half and future, I've gave
The name of a soul, to a smile, that was never proud...

Persist, says the name, in a well spoken judgment
Of a light of composure, nary the stead
Of clues and bared moment's, we took for lending
The emotion's we keep, as a gesture of mercy, we lead...

A home to strength, and a room for sharing
Tomorrow with a friend in deed, and modesty with here
And now, the power to compare and sake, the frown so harrowing?
With art now in our soul, can we save you to, from what we fear?

Wealth...:
Simple reaches, to work for an echo...
Through the place of patience, health
Of a commune with sharing, we loved:

Envoy the grim, enjoy the stimulation
Oft a harmony, that has foiled love
With more than a rainbow, a light of stipulation
Come for victory, over a coarse lie of us...

Tomorrow, is the eye of a lover...
Sweat, can hope harvest itself, now?
Rued by the dread of chaste, ever overt
Is a needy gasp of purpose, even our how?

Tomorrow, has come...
With a shall's most provocative...
Breathed simply, and for some...
Sense itself, comes from a spirit to give...

Obvious tomorrow's...
With a moment to sulk
And save you from love borrowed
From a savage isolation, a world has come by to balk

Penny left to me
Penny in the news, a stated alarm
Penny set to sight's, a song in a key
Penny liberated, from the misery and it's charm

Penny with a frightened stir
Integrity to vouch in the distance
A light of common surprise, to this world, unearthed
We are the dance of voices, that come and go, in shadows

Wink's cost the chance...
But *** is a role we all can play...
Sour vantage and the salt of curiosity, amends...
We afford with each other, where grounds of patience come to say...

Decency was a fool for us
Made to accept the actual and the pangs of heed, moment's
Of its kind, and nature of a length of a bared hush
Is a wall to understanding, that has become prayer's and relents

Shame it had to be youth, though...
Coming and going with a smile to issue a cheerful plea
Sincere, the name of composure in our midst, a wish and a couth
Time to understand the twinkle of a star, that has seen me

Least and privacy, the salt of courage for a fleeing night
Known to be, a carnal lip, but where is remorse so sated
If not the wealth, of seed and conscience that came to age in rights
In the limelight of urges and contempt, we now keep lest, fated

Pandering, a fantasy of six beyond nine
Showing the curt, a well-being bright
Stranger forms to a naive giving a kiss, to rhyme
That seldom in the hands of yet, is a soldier of might

Sweet favors and given gifts of liberty, savor with me
The count of sincerity, truth was a careful groom
Taken to exception with a remorse, seen in the wind
To begin a lovely sense of justice, a risen loom

Of powers pretty and patient
So called fresh, of decency to come and bless
The waking house of admit, a ray of sunshine
To a lover's kind, and harrowing is but ours to wish

A resolve for you, not the coping hush
We know can begin the tastes and hastes of everyday
But is courted love ever more, than a dream in a rush
To question the seem, the set and the curse of a stone we pray

Is a laughing health, to conceive of a needy eye
Heeded by any who would, the chasing shadows of myth
And buoyant to our heed, the wedding of sight, so sublime
That the tears of ingenue are one to meet, in seasons of bliss

Hatred in a childish face, impish with the pride of peculiarity
Singing this way and that, the tone of a curious voice
Personally, is more of a milk of human kindness, than a stir of liberty
That has grown with you, to know a simple chide, is a kiss with a meager choice...

When to finish, a good book?
Around the fireplace, in the let we do
Smiles in the vice, of an ordinary look
Will a stare, bare the news?

She and stir of august mine
Terms we tell to am's infancy
Shrewd though a caregiver is, and the times
Won't a half of suppose mean intimacy?

Sharing a peek, a look and a gander
Of a vision in while, and the silence we back
Given the knowing and the somber liberty
We have seen in the moment's, a friend has asked...

What is a courage to learn elsewhere?
Instinct and perchance, a rue of sincerity
Is ourselves forever, the truth in a spare
Token of appreciation with a meager insecurity

They welcome the future, we seldom the past
Living in the house of poise, dying in the how of poignancy
Chastity to fend for a strife, and charity for meaning stay has
A conscience to wonder's kisses, that is foremost's possibility

None of the above
Somewhere, nothing to due...
With apropos silence, a corner of love
The salt to an eye, somewhere back in couth?

Shadows of change, if not the chance
Of courage and its best, peace
Bless us with a soul, if you find the instance
Of a spirit charitable, with todays patience...

Babes will affirm the know...
The sigh's of comment to be found in cope
Asking, in a deeds voice, is a wish to openly owe?
The courtesy of vices on the tip of the tongue, hope

When will aspire return, to typicality's sense?
First in the gifts, than the kisses of choice
Simple liberty is for any who would let ends
Sake the guidance a marvel makes, when we're back to voice?

Good bye, and with a reach for more...
The taste of hello, to the world, is a strength of mine
Powers of properness, and the might we form
Is a skipping light, said for in a wholesome soon, the very hour of adding a dreads shine...

Prayers of a wishing God...
Let to seem, the ire's of clash and suppose
A character of sincerity saw the reasons of beauty in its ought
For a smile in the known, that has come to these, for you

Panic in door's
Of wished for all, night's
Of worth and moment's energy, to us and forth
The calming vicinity, who's got the right?

Weal, and the tooth of common each
To know a bidden house, with a realm to it's form
Have a happy day, one will say with reach
While another, take the time to say hello, in every sort's

But the encouragement of hindrance begs to differ...
Door, door and envy at war
Will we save the rose garden first, or the garage other?
When we see the world have it's way, with a timely are

Beckoning the truth back, the home of dissonance
Will keep a risen portrayal with a burden in fair
The energy it took, to know the life of a surly trance
Is the aspire of a clock, that has seen the might air

Have we?
No one seems to know, except home
Where one stir of simple host's, is worth its weight in being
Such a tough act to follow, especially when push comes to shove

Lip's of duty
Tribulation and service to an ideal?
Threshold of similarity to wishes, lucrid
Enough to mention, the wealth of a judgment to seek health

Spare sincerity, for the talk and commotion
Rued to silent measure, we save the callous virtue...
Vows and perceived how's, that include the mercy's we hold, devotion?
Of a knowing calm, as if surmiseal is a needy who...

Remember me, the tenant of similarity?
So founded, so accrued, so sophisticated?
In the name of better lore, and the **** of implicity...
I've acquired the tone of voice, that names the world, abated

Examples of justice in the middle of the Christ...?
Sour to a meeting hope, that houses a brazen kiss?
With hours and the piety of deem, we sake a vice?
Of heir's dreams in the shall of order, is...?

A friend with may, in his or her, history?
Tell me another, kindred's...
Worth, the nature of privilege in the instinct's we, affirm
Is a relationship with rhyme and reason, considered ahead...

Play and see the modesty of a regular issue of wholeness
Decency and the image of response, to an invitation if love
With a realm to ask, the uncertainty of a risen martyr, with which we knew...
A hair of a chance, I will know is, a sister's covenant...

Can, or a hosted house with it to prove?
All if alienation or the smile of resolve, we dote is dour?
Livid doles, with a right of adding sigh's and couth, to discuss?
Aspect a charity's cloud, and you have seen a real enough time, worthy?

Party in the shadows
Ending with aplomb, tomorrow we sing again
The praises of a courage, and what has
A salty face for the rest, and the blessing of when

Compare me to a star, a lover will ask
Time and offering honor, to you
Is a wish so soundly made, in the words we lack?
To seldom seen, or requited win, of consensus we are due

Also at the party, was a survivor
Of meant calamity, and the since of hope
We see you have a better day, than the rise of misery, in any form
Time will show a heart come, with the passion of sensitivity aloof

Charisma was the first to ask, "In a dry and held joke"
"Would you like to say, the coming and going of a house"
"That took the edge's off a guarantee, like a burden that looked"
"Before all, the sound of our merriment, and better halves of choice"

The survivor looked and asked:
"What is the joke?"
Charisma intoned, "Nobody's going to slap you on the face for staring"
Smiling, the survivor asked somebody to dance...

Kiss of a king
On the decisive plane
Worth, once and meandering
Freedom in future hands, we hadn't in aim?

Space for tendered kind, where is, where want
Is a pleasance with the rational, too devoid...
Of our observation, the lucre we mete, we haunt?
With shrewdness to ask, is all of terror your choice?

Of a remorse living in the land
Still and vantage willing, proud to venture forth
Seasons of it, pittance or pristine, the consumption
Of seasons of might, we tell the tale of vice, and its source

Many miles away, the problems of a sovereignty
Share with us, the toil of every man, truth...
Is our hope and honor, to sake a world by a surprising lead?
To what was, a stare with complexity, to envision it's youth...

Sound like a stoic party?
It and even more so, if a cloth of substitution
Hail, and starkness able, are we to see the commotion we leave
As an indelible mark of heed, the silence of intimation...

Would? (if not share the paces and names of portent)
Shall we envoy a redoubt, the times to entail an orthodoxy come?
She and the mores in a he's strive, for whom we seem the call to when?
The risen are a friend, the halt and heroism of when eyes become lover's...

Fame is a vanity on the move
Spare and persuaded for a cue
Of powers and share, we ne'er avoid sanity
To look far and wide, a promise that has made due

Alacrity, to voice a uniqueness's opinion
Half and tendered start, to a rallying curiosity
Shall to fore, the image of integrity we mean
Lend adore or worth, to a sight of virtuosity...

Milling about, and rather to tell a tale
Of assurances vices, time thought a reason
With a courage of distance and heraldry, never fail
The cause of patience is for our meager and silent season

Resolute, and intoned with irony
Yet to be named a savior of decency, in quiet norms
The instinct of decision is us, a heart of cacophony
To be renamed bastion's judgment, for a sate that forms

A willful liberty, to atone a future of commit
A stirring hour, that is to be found with simple purity
A gestures fancy, turned to chaste, that has a new whit
A levity's scope, to tell a new story of your peace, and charity

Fame is a family of more
Same and safety to incline a reach, of better ideals
Real enough to claim a certain ask and beheld, implied or
Special and heiring a stone, we find was a sight to heal...

Ably, a convenient door
Caution, I would esteem's vain
Let with poorer light, a certain valor
Has taken me, for a fate that prayed...

Sweet order
To a life, so lived
So sent to wishes, foreign?
In the name of love, given

But persuasion remains
Sour reasons, with a tongue
Let in certain light anew, the stains
Of lucre's rhetoric, has a voice that won

Hatred, for a kiss
Somehow profound
Somehow blood, is our only wish?
Breaking a promise, sympathy allowed

A welcome turn of chaste
Into a fate of simple regrets
Made well, and in need, haste
That stole life's reasons, where we never met...?

Actual and paced with facts
Merely an odd being, the toil we sake
And make dear, the nigh of suspicious acts
And the marvel of suggestion, come for the more we never fake

Creed seems to be our lifeblood
Tenuous and true, to a legend in its fit
And finish of guidance, of a salt of yet would
The tradition of simplicity in norms, known for lip?

Sulk and chew, chaste and fellowship
To survive the coming need, of clandestine, a merit
In the wholes and exception of old, to serve a whit
That has come to these, the decidedly many and meant

Prices of privilege, and the prowess of decorum
Patience and knowing neglect for the spare and idealistic
Promises that complete the circle of judgment, that has come
Per you and me, to keep a final show, of what was a soul's relent

Polly wally doodle all day, the persuasion of a duty to form
Polly anna, the charisma of decent moments, to tell a world behalf
Polly wants a *******, the truer of merely a finger, on the dread of course
Apocalypse's, the side of commit that has seen even the bilk of sentiment, laugh

Doubt
Reasoned with your, friend...
Excuses to win a wish from your pout
Hasn't seen your ghost, until eyes lend

Marvels of home
Meticulous in an innocent stare...
I see a wishes grasp, a mindful love
Choose you, for a question in care

For a decency, with a parable's truth
Sense, sanity and seasons
Of frank and curious, beginnings of youth
When decision is one, will want have its reasons?

Simply breaths to bode, callously?
Share a misogyny, the vastness of us
Come from nowhere, somewhere to ease?
The shadow of compliment, we save because...?

Now, is in your hands, myself
Through and due, the times are a needy
Friendship, to live long, in a sight's wealth
Somehow given prowess, a lifetime to keep

Redoubt
Still, the hunger of emancipation...
With voice; even couth, even now
The eyes of life, in all intimation...

Panic we never saw?
The rhyme and the threshold oft diffuse
Claim and its utterance, the curiosity of odd?
The remnancy of a cold shine, in the strength's mar, coming soon

For a telephone about to ring...
Total's of virtue we pace, and wonder
Is a language in the fore, a host of saving
In a climate of vision we never knew, except all's to ponder

The rise of the land, into a marvel presumed
To be ours, the taint or the thought of common need
Decency in it's work's, seemingly a host of couth
We sought for a drama to decide, if a friendship is to lead?

Many more, simplicity's than order...
Ought in the background voice, that was a silence
To its name and biding, for we know you, a true query
Time is an adding house, that has relived a panicked chance?

Why?
Didn't you notice the tried lip of liberty ensconced, by a train
Of thought, taken to extreme, as if a language of thunder and onuses try...
Passage of reason into the realm of vicinity's can't, to seem lamed...?

Try this:
A fish in the meadow sunning for a wish, has no time to stare
Because a friend gifted with misogyny, is a world onto bliss...
Not much of a joke, but the call to happiness would be yours, to be fair

Speed?
And a whole drink of water, in the few of the night?
Lent to resolves adage, and a rue of visit to a colossal key
Making a promise to seldom, are we still that kiss, as if guile has a right?

Promised lands
Had in the hands of temperance?
Show me a soul, to survive the price, of also ran...
And I will show you, a courage to make the lifetime of a chance

Patience for a summation known
None and absolutely the bared
Brief as a hindrance in gray, can be and to own
Mighty is as a silence many, when presence comes to fair

Tokens of redemption
We fate with a savior, or his jaundiced kiss
Look a wish in the eye, and keep me at arm's length
To worth we understate, a host of another wish...

Predilection
Avid and musing in the shadow of thus
To never squander, but giving squalor a reason's protection
Till we see the smile of the sun, sake a risen miracle for us

Share with thee, the nature of kingdom come...
Turning to chaste, the ilk of resumption and its seasons fancy
Works of dismay to clash, we have seen the callous wink, of home
Become a relationship with misery to due, the whole of remnants, see...

Long teeth and truth's of night
Simple news in a solemn hand, to remember you
Tact and its lesson, saved as we are from a curses right
Is your justice in mind, or is jude a survivor of anger and its glue?

Proper to still
Waiting on a charity's help
When energy's point to an obvious silliness
Is a coward to claim, a secret's wealth?

Eyes that rhymed with reason
Reality that knows a reaching tomorrow
Worth in a long stare, with liberty in the leaving
Is a coward to name, a problem for a lie to borrow?

Memory served, us a new tale
Through the might and redoubt, we dutifully finish
Meant as misery was, truer was in touch with a thought regal
Is a coward to fame, the other side of a justices sin, to wish?

Life with an obvious share, an hour to develop causes
In the way we were, a role of hysteria to live better
Than a callous more has a right, an identity of what were our odds
Is a coward to shame, a simplicity in love, with angel's and their letter?

Can love be a coward?
Shall and done, together in hell at last?
Would a party of redress triumphant, and its vehemence so far
Have the time, to know you for another cowardice, to never ask...

Callous, the voice I was assumed
To be, the variety of homage
That comes to those deafened, by music looming
Upon a saved tread of promises, we found for rages

Of a coming hysteria in the names of reason...
Patience and redoubt, the canny tour of excellency
To be taken as if drive and despise, were a lucre to begin?
In the presence of laughter, the collapse of where, we mean?

Tickled fortune, insincere language, to rhyme with legends
Harping notion, to skip among the stillness, of remembering
The truth in an oily eye, we recall is ours, for liberty amends
The nature of recognition with a prayer, in its tones we linger

Amid the city, the total of another candid lip
To wander in the street's, the toil of all urges is a wind...?
To collect its honor in the silence, a warding we will know, it
Is but freshness of call, to a delineation of trust, in these we kin?

Honored by the distinction, if not the courtesy of must?
Somewhere the obvious, and the milk of human decency...
To a rusty flower, and the mark of ingenuity for a sight, become
The love we arrange for a salt, is not the imagination on brief...

Can a sensitive button, have the time of it's limelight?
Known with a cure for the quiet, are we the solitude of a sense?
Service to filial dream's and the decorum of waiting, was hearing might?
Looking upon the stones of decision's we have not made will ,not, become the voice of limit's?

Terror is such a cheap discipline...
The tale of curiosity toward a first and a last, of direction in the so called wind
But in the end, will portent seclude like the rage it is? the history of again
A rational of a keeping kiss … how could we?  lover's in silence, have it to mind...