Sorry to know you
Sorry to keep a word to the wise
Sorry to hold contempt, a mind to blow
Sorry to save a sweet reason, you despise

Sorry is one to never forget
Looking out, for a friend to save the world
Shame and stirring a just, need to let
Will we still be friends, if I tell you early?

Sincerity in motion, the sight of completion
To these we are the profound, a comely insight
That knew the stoic, the few, for a saner intimation
When safety is areared to cope, are we certain we might?

Sorry, I fell in love...
With the blessing of heed, a worth to come by again
With the seasons of conscience, and the rules of thumb
That did look and see, the moments we favor with them

Penny darling
Where do the foxes hide?
When a man sings to winds
All of virtue is in sight...

Spent remnancy, austere
The coping future
Asking, if wars are to openly fear...?
As friend or foe, as if we were?

The tongue of blessing
Mercy in a vice, for eating edges
Of discuss, in this world, is a guessing
Tooth, the role of visiting life's, rages?

Dances with dread
Mighty and omnipresent
Succor to a finish, somewhere ahead
Worth in a warning kiss, meant...?

Places of use; choices and acts
Stirring our blindness into a caring's can
Of silence, with our misery, aged pacts
Of chances surmised well, to behold a given land

Tows of succor, we claim for imagination
To simply underwhelm the cost of oblivion
And the spoken nature of conscience, with these moments, minds
Come and go, like embarrassment was a legend we win, again?

Positive affirmation
Time in a tinny voice
Working for a living, pessimism...?
And ourselves in harmony's mirror, with scant a choice?

Care or fear, the simplicity?
Of another...
Turns of virtue, into a tortured liberty
To witness all of a uniqueness, an open bother

Look for me when I get to the sun
Ask me a fool's question for love, if I detest yours
Let the better of me, if hope ever comes to worthiness begun
Laugh at yonder risk and season of vow, if whimsy is lurid

A fruit of conscience...
And the taste in healthy answer's we know can, a promise
Of visited cares, and the sort's of patience's, we few in presence
Made for a saner tomorrow, that has a leaving pittance with a vice

Is it me, or is a soul without it, a walking nightmare?
Vacuous, vague and lent vicinity to a reality in anarchy's voice
Can a day with measure for a drive of time, bare a flaring
Temper, the bastion of a world to seek another, implicity of choice?

Rainbowing guff
Which wasn't whether other wise
The ordeal of love
Was ours, a heart to despise?

Wagers appear
Salt for honey
Quiet for pepper
All out, for the money

Sat urges
Complete the stalking...
When misery has a word...
Isn't a stickler for how, wishes walking?

True...
We have the odor of anxiety
Made to order, made to due
The impossible, in order of tragedy...

Complex cousins
Ready to dance, obligation, into the light
When such, a saving grace, has seen the poison
Blind bell's on the route, to what fate might...

Look long
Look hardy
Look before your among
Look for the shown party's

Stares that credit you
With a real smile, the taste
In complexity is such a shrewd...
Particular to cold shoulders and trying chaste

Was a hair of distant trouble, the our of dire
Questions and answers...
That tell the truth, we are here to set charity's fire
To a livid and fair portion of what a purpose has secured...?

A bloom in the needs we few, and favor for a strength
Of decision to collect its courage's into a heaven's row
Tired or beaming with future energy, a toil at length
Was a setting miracle, the tooth or the aloof, just to love?

Putting all our peace's back into the couth we find...
Saving one out, to share a simpler today, with emotion
Time to a rational here and now, looking hard and quiet
Is a sensitive past or the own of ask to kind, your tone of volition?

Long looks
Hardy lucre
Among your bared life
Patience shown the form of love

Patiently we waited
Patiently we knew the times
Presumed have of heart and soul, fated
Presumed able, to know a new risk, in these ordinary minds

Pretty words, for the future to eat
Tones of voice we keep with a solace
So defined, by the rhythm and breath of our feat
Notion's nowhere seen, except in hard to reach places

But seldom saw us fall in love
Treasures known in a dreamy light
Cares and candid more, with a heart felt covenant
We will be the ones to save, the world from itself, by rights

Low to the work's we envoy
The rise of mention as a whole edge
Of simplicity, to discuss the word's we have come, to enjoy
With the marvel's of kindness in tow, we have it to pledge...

Another fruit of conscience
Saving the world from a belly of treatise?
Coming with a cold shoulder, that collected a times presence
We know the call of our best, blessing the courage in ages, vice

Sweet money I knew so well...
Riddles and carnal know, we came
Threshold's of angel's
And the world at our fingertip's, all the same

All alone, all atoned
Tree's in the meadow, remind
Vice in the name of us, is always vexation loaned
Peculiar tows and wandering blows, too kind?

Tastes in phantom's grasp
Life with a realm of distance to cares
We never knew, or the times with are to ask
Is it me, or is the fate you show, is any man's fair?

Rest In Peace...
Truth come with a pride
Now and silence, the rue of common cease
To wish in an open letter, is hope me or your snide?

Saving a day without your, dreams...
Sharing a whole life, with intimacy
Sordid is for future looks and cares, a grace it seems
Welcome yourself to a challenge, of a reasoned intricacy...

Met in the purposes of distances, to our problem
A silent form, if not force to know a callous sorts
Of them, and the language we due, to a passionate whim
The truth on a worldwide run, to see that calm, become mores?

Set in the sand, a wholly different view:
Tastes of common shame, with a decision to make...?
Thank you, belovedness, the sigh of virtuosity is a kept rue
The promises we made, to collect a change of valor, in sake...

Sandy futures, with our deference
To adjust to clarity's climb, to heaven
When souls take a chance, are we a fool earning sanity lends?
Such a banquet, made from sense and such and more, the tooth of giving...

Has a wiser question to blow your way...
Does an imagination save itself for the best seat, in the house?
Is a waiting wall of shadows for integrity, some took to mean and say
A hidden crush of existence, that is much more than hunger for thou...

In the east, a ball of fire with only two thoughts:
Marriage is a handsome king, and the avarice of death is his name?
Justice to avoid a seasoned cloud of pride, and austerity, made not
The fortune of a mayhem's rub and dissuasion, of a risen mere, of what was fury's same...?

Longing for a soulful kiss, the wind breaks for a time...
Tears and frustrations form, to near even the coming hint
Of paradise's blessing, how is in your way for one more trying
Set to heavens music, the role of simpler truth's has the moment...

Of a curious manhood, with a known reality to show
Advancing speed and mercy in a pre-addled fist, has become a life's generosity
Spare and decidedly questioned by the hence, is a day's swallow to openly owe?
Seems in a precocious such, we have seen your humanity...

Adage known so well
Remember me, when you see a rainbow
Still to edge towards eternal this, a real enough bell
In heaven, to remind a fate of persuasions, how...

Home in the soon
Well worth reasons, to verify the coming and going
Of shared ideas, of silence we are born to rue
The causes we adore or war, a shall in the holding

Hope with a remorse, to tell the other side of the truth
Them and service to an ideal, conscience
Is a relationship with deed and heed, a powers youth
To wager in loving circles, the irony of us, is peace's silence

Speaking up
With the appropriate few, the sooner
We begin to build such a house, a corner of us
Is to be a clash with sorrow and its meaning, a world undue to heir?

The reality of a new limit, if not light
To gather the season of vice, and a voice to maintain
The quality of freedom we know will, for all's truer might
The composure of firsts, a legend to tell the more, we can

Purpose we should keep, granted a few...
And good nature, the life of a jewel?
Sent to autonomy we figure, is profound
Rascal's and the airs of futures, ever allowed...

A smirk, to dilly dally
Willful, the common to propose fully
Of a moment in silence, we expect chosen?
With the conscience we add, and know holding

Serious, the tale of aging
Which and worthier, causes we are facing
To take a gander at the cold, where a heathen has
The kind and condition, we claim is satisfaction at, last

Meet, the meted hope
Gestures and curious purity, we found for a loan
Between each other and the seen heed, convene...
Will courage know us, when determination has come, to these?

A day of sneezes...
A dragonish reply to airs of fortunes in being...
Blessing is such a small guidance, to what is here's lead...
To a tomorrow we never know, without ourselves given need...

Silly Richard
Walls that cry at graffiti
Doors to never never learned
And a puff of magic stuff, we...

Named iconoclast
Just to satisfy
Miserable notions of thorns in the looking glass
And a terrible howl, from the joke we took for misery

Dear dear, little Richard
What has the time when you yawn, but doesn't like it when you due
And knows the terrible truth to be a noisy tooth, you pardon?
Angel's and the mistake in your pants from here to...

Lions or lies, the tender trap we see
Is a memory of decency we found, for a lip
That has no bread for a day similar, and made to ***
Could this tear of mimicry, be a shadow of what is?

Playing with the matches one day
The devil came to ye, for an insight of cold shoulder's and intimation
Places we have known together, smell briefly like you may
We enchasten to smoke and doors, and paint and spit...

Mystique or antique, we know the briefness of a sad face
That has never had a friend with a belly to enthuse
Pipes dear Richard, are best wound around a finger like a taste
For misery in the open, and a smile that ruled the house, for lose...

And lose we did, the name of the wind that made you careless
But never did we seek the bolt of cloth that made you fear
A single baby finger looking for more, than a shame to bless?
Where are my slipper's and could shoulder's rhyme when we hear?

Jack and Jill
Went up a half, past
And have a pale reason, till
The cold is foreign, and hot is ,our, sass

The fingers of God, to assemble a choice:
Burden in surviving pockets, look
And see the compliment of decision, a unique voice
With a moment to spare, no, to spend a chance youth

A coin bent to near-never's response...
Was my first time, of vice and its charity?
Somewhere beyond the pale, oddity is a shrewd haunt...
Letting finished thoughts usurp a patience for found daring?

Long times with no professed curiosity?
Saving through with a common enough choice, the tout
Of sincerity versus the severity of quiet, in a god fearing country
Still as stolen liberty's, made to reveal a living fact, for a pout:

Many, did the courage it took...
Lent the silver in a rhyming moon, was my youth a shame?
Known with the lips of love, the tale I speak of, could...
Take the life, of logic and proportion, to a weathered ages name?

The boat done, in a bottle of summation, a service
To witness raging, or speed of special letting
The condition of finality to a remembered patience, we sigh
Is ours for a ghost and an answer, pretty to ides, but death in the setting

Death in a new land
So simple, for a trust to question the better and the letter
But with moments like these, the curiosity in hand
Is ours for a song, the truth of poised hate that has come to these, meaning only fairer?

Mention me
When patience has run its course
The sublime, the tone of a voice to be
Edges accurate, and gifts of also and all may, or worse...

Throe of light, tangible
Sense of couth, totality
Speed of curiosity, traditional
Meter of composure, veritability

Long times, with no shoes to walk
The land of compare and suitable ire
The times have forsaken me, a risen shall to sulk?
Was a place of comment and identity, what has shown denial?

The taste of honey...
Judged for a length, of when a praise has seen the truth
Is a fury in the lore we carry?
The turn of peace into a place for guidance begging youth?

The taste of milk...
Even and though, a shred of decency has halted
The wages of simplicity, have become a passion's fulfilment
The truer sake and due legend, of what a season faulted

Opus duality
The marvel of accomplishment, now the cadence of exist
To wish in an open hug of decorum, an idle lip with a vicinity
Come from nowhere, the shadow of privilege to lend, the mention

Rose redoubt
Rose few, in the hate we fed
Rose acts, when charisma is a pout
Rose timid, with a live for all ahead

Round eyes of decorum, vice in a wandering hope
Let to take, a tryst of potential...
Long if tooth, a wholesome day to arrive with our own
Here is my naivete, and a steads sulking breeze so beautiful...

When the world is rounder for a secret asking, to fulfil...
Promise me, a livid course, a golden truth
To the wanted more, when we are a soul of will
The tone of our voice, becomes the drama and decency of accepting youth?

Sophistication in a moment alone, with the weight of the world
Seemingly not, before the needs of others, worth is a means to amends...?
And the coltish example of the future, a repose of justness so early
That a miracle in the form of a wish, is a simplicity we lend?

Tales of the reach, the romance of curious senses
And the heart of essence, we know even will...
When boding hours are to be, the callous works of a world come to ends
With a handful of what miracles were, a common where to the liberty of silence, so real

Books on the table:
A stereotypical photographic ensemble, with it to take
A briefer sit of a chemistry lesson, the irony of yearnings fable
A stoic repartee, of a woman's decision to find a marriage made

Time never gives gifts unless it gets won...
Here to stay, with muses in character and the ink staid...
So sweet, the eyes of contemplation, the exaction of come
Is a hero to look before time, that defends a home with laid...

Flowers...
And destiny's foible, to take the choice of couth, to another
Silence in a chance meeting, with a friends sulking, suggestive powers
And shrewd custom, to accuse in every hinds wish, a simpler lover...

But the music in the house, is made to be savored
Shown the court of decency, does redemption find true
The fear of composure and the sides of anarchy we blessed and favored
With another love, to tell a story that some caught, for anger and accrue

Long time with another book on youth
Fresh from the cornered problems of bedrooms and allies
Where has calling the dark a driven name, been (with bared ideas and scared couth)
Is my finished alarm, so fantastic, that I don't know when liberty dies?

Hill's to rely upon
Acts and a baring song
Taken with the wind, asking all along
If a raging mind to attune, is a calming we found...

Sinking feeling's all around?
The friendship of a heavenly music
Hope and truth, to deliver ourselves expounded
Has the silence of a careful assassin, keeping the tragic...

Patiently we peek...
Life in lore's embrace, adding the ear
Of pomposity, recreated before us, we need?
Contemplation is a whole price for questions we endear?

Tired and frustrated, the talk of an ignoble tongue...
We found, in the beat and reverb, of commotions
That have seen the yearn of yet, our tomorrow
In the hands of a bespoken parody of conscience, for out portion?

Portrayal we find, is a future with common host's?
Life in the limelight of our conceded may, we avidly
Introduce a realm of course and sobriety, as if a leering most
To pose an accusation, void matters we sought, timidly...?

Heartburn, and a fish to remember the time...
Acquired succinct and a memory for sulk, which knows, sodden
Pertinent demonstration of the hair of a head, as if a tear trying
Was the only muse of distance and a world's ease, the snake we are fighting?

Limbs that accrue a finish in the doting we find, vexing
Is a relationship of fire, ice and imitation
The burden we accustom to an open eye, we say is selecting
A reach of habit before harmony, harmony entranced with alienation?

Poison we can, live with?
Have and to hold, the curiosity of empathy yet, like a star to still...
In the way and strength of a psyche, to realize our considered bliss
Of when we're, the tale of mete and measure, taken the time for its own hell?

Ask me when the tune is in order
Simple, mutual and narcissistically pronounced
Pouts we saved, become a rule of thumb
Voices to remember you, a host of inclination, found?

Intuition found your shoe...
Bared and staring at the name of infinite share
We collect a need to us, like the song we woo
The blessing of another muse, is only where...?

Places and faces of direction, an estimate
Of since, we are the clarity of espousal
Sight unseen, the question of vice, has come irate?
Is anger to term the naked, the future of valediction?

A band with hands on the other side
Of commencement, to wish in unseemly did
The character we approve, is but a decisive flight
Of fancy, that has the stone of heed, for a friend

Honor among thieves, or adage of a copping plea?
The tooth we sought, for a dalliance that has the tears
A bird of paradise, that calmly advances on the sake, seen
And heard, with a repose that ventures far, as you near...

Look, pal
The truth in a countering hand
Has a lip to prove, any old how
That should know the better, of a guilty and

Simple news, to the disenfranchised
Paces we can deal with, the lover's
Of summary not, knots in their life?
Lie's we can deal a blow to, once and forever

Look, pal
The lies in a contrivances hand
Hasn't a lip to prove, any new call...
To keep the better, of an innocent and

Complex news, to the dystrophy
Peace's deal with, hatred
Of sincerity's nothing, notches with a key...
Kindred we can't deal blows to, without anger lead

Liberty we assure
The coming part and host of commitment
To work in concert for a thought purer
By the senses we adopt, or adore as the spire of lament?

Prejudice and privilege...?
To take the back of your hand, for a fool it was
An honest means, to finished same, the tooth of rage
In intuition's mar, the consensus of love from dust

Tales from the creep
Visited with a portion in vague, the light of precisely
Then and heart's of cope, the logic you let, with
A hand in the scourge of time, that has become power's season?

Sought without treacle
Added forces, that knew me
Actual lip for a liberty to still
The oncoming voice of reality, which to live is anarchy

But sakes, with resolves ice?
Brazen futures of dismay
In the harkening ordeal of wonder's spice
Given the gift of today, is any and all may?

Ripeness of worth, on the behalf
Of simplicity, there always a reign
Of suppose and its final victory, sass
Ancient as a cloud of virtue can be, there is always pain...

Till we understate the dreams of another
The courtesy of a somber wish, with it to show...
Caught like timidity was a choice, of sincere bother
Letting love be the lucre of the day, a curiosity we owe...

Is a long-standing debt, to a wishes heart...
Which came first, the chastity or the ecstasy?
The doles of harmony, are saviors of shrewdness that art?
Space for lingering in the paces and shadows, of intimacy...

Is a lover's ghost for any who would, or am I the doting meant?
A chance of risen honor, that has the time...
Welcome me to youthful pasts, if not passion in the charm lent
A presence of mind, with a wish as the only way to a soul's kind?

Drinking with also's ghost?
Haven't to fuel, a conversation to live better, than a carnal know...
Of imagination and voiced seldom to favor, a wish that included a host
Of vice to fall in lots of sincere vanity, that was promised how, to a worthier world...

Simple
Easy does it
Break for now, only if will
Secrets in love, begin to wit

The rhythm of voices
Sated to defer, to the difference of occults
When enamored becomes romance, are we ready to seek choices?
Of clamor and sincerity, to direct a chance to what will...

Exception, in time
To wonder abroad, to a definitive course
Of stares worth the older, history is mine
With a song in our heart, is actuality ever worse?

Looking the misery of another, if not its mystery...
Was a facade of hereafter, the notion of decency?
Alive, and making the time of a wishes intimacy
Do I have one more smile? yes, yours for poignancy

Form here to eternity...
A wave of surmise, and sakes, if decency
With a rolling heed, and the calm we needed
With the hath of a naked moon, roses in history...

Look, and see...
Tomorrow on a painted lip, taken to a wishes heart
The threshold of ****, and show your mind me
Another whether about, or with however's reach we knew would start...

A timid race, sharing the panic
And the **** of agony, for the hurting touch
Of what once was a marvel, and now a season so tragic...?
Luminous atrophy in the hands of earning, for another youth, all too suicide for much...

Finalize and seldom, to rhapsodize again in endless opinion
The archaic horses of numbing freedoms, music in the heavens?
Worth once more, and the lauded harmony we win
The childhood of anger, we appreciate with pining's heathen...

Suppose for once:
Compassion's legend of lover's let in a leap, as if the industry of hope
Sacred sincerity taken to an intuition and yearning, of golden sorts, worth begun
Looking one more time, for a friend with a head for a daydream's call, and a nefarious joke...

Kings in wiser halves and starts, stops of indecency
Fateful so a final lip, soul's liberty in ably love, to finalize hunger?
Among the sky and the blame we make, for a salt to find all's history...
Welcome to the star, say we, that said good bye to a bitterness we know you have sung:

Pretty privilege, and the courage that knew you, so well...
The imagination we chose, with the terror of strength, in hours
Asking from heard to epitome, and the adding of common risks, like a bell
We see your cause is real, if not in a mentioned world, so lover's...

Had the time of their lives, if not a delicate balance with reason's shudder
Of a cold shoulder, a shrewd navel, and a legend of jewels
That have it to say, the count of cares, and the gifts of leaders
To a flame, of when a head full of seclusion is pulpable, without angst to spare the rule...

Catch a word in service
Secrets of vows, autonomy
Add seldom, for a world's meant gird
See the rainbow, in the sky, want need

Wasn't never...?
Solitude in the audacity
Of a sun's ray, a rancor
For a lived same, that said affinity?

Simple nativity
Honor and homage
With a kiss, stomached liberty
Has come and gone, with silences wages

Grown to the point
Poise is an outward favor
Lime, flowers, and the winds winding joy
Has the time, to understand a wishes flavor

Soap, with your name, on it
Hadding the excess, the language
Of superiority, is worth the wit?
Like lips of creation, heiring works of times entourage...

So, never...
Though a lover
Remember me, overt
The comely sun, as if loves danger

Is a rolling conscience
Time to hold, envy
Is greater by the stone, of presence
Agree, and the lips of decency, will sweeten

Marvel, austere
Taken glimmers of time
With told compassion, still
But fear, is a relationship so trying...

Through and due
Two of vice, saved from glares
We rename hysteria, a climate of you
That when asked, why is love stares...

Answers, the moment we were
Is so around, about and adored
By the very thought of how life is yours
And mine, the soul of when shame is the world...

Lively consent, to a riddle in the fold
Friends with panic to dance, have a charity in mind
The told eyes of panacea, to show a wish is older
Than a gall in the stir, of realer shapes and kind

A dance of detriment, with a bone to pick
Silence in a shadowy right, is for the substance we add
To the hip, like a cherry in the tone of a guilty lick
We seldom the sore thought, for an east of what we made

A tear dance with us
A dead succor notice the life in a press
A thinking mete, to honor the silence, with a shrewd discuss
A finding of poorer since, in the hands of heed and lessons

Just a moment, the truth is a dragonish stink...
Passion to make love to patience, is worse than we hunger for...
Time in a thematic exchange, with ropes and isolations to link
Panic turns out to be, the coming night where one salt, is worth two in a heart with a taste for a bottle of courage...

Absinthe, seems to be better, at wishes than us
Stark invitation to a noteworthy party, riddling with vanity and poise
What is a really tight feeling staring at the stars during the times we discuss?
The answer varies with an appetite and its shadow, but friends seeing the better of you, is still a mind's choice...

Lost, refound
Boding a sense of austerity...
That predicted a conscience, of how
The wait and waters, of possibility...

Finish me
My salt's worth, is a heroism to find
The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy?
That sees the seldom of assurance to mind...

Long and bared
The tooth of passion
Has been lost, somewhere
And a secret with my needs, has an intuition

Berate a friend for slowness...?
A tale of homage and vestige, to count
As another ideal live and let live, of kindness
Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round?

Curiosity, is at an all-time high?
Time with a haphazard sign of the times?
Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh?
Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines?

Until...
A silence is broken by the seizure of occults
Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill?
We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls

Pittances and pains, patience and poorness
Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow
Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess
A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?

Am I so?
Am I deaf to your wanderings?
Am I done with a forth, a problem to hold?
Am I come with your smile, to finish an idiot's thundering's?

Am I your lover?
Is and ain't, to ask a silly question
The tooth in the belly of the world
Press and see, if I can't learn another song of misery and blessing

Soul, and the defiance of a sulking fist, tomorrow
Is a realer lover, the talk of use and peradventure, to run
And run to nothing more, than a callous shine I borrow
When the call and curse of truer fate, is a wall to our life, only begun

Life with a resounding heat, in the eyes of an open bother
The lift and the still harking count, of who is a reason to find
A relationship with sour, and dare we trifle with a succumbing other
Peace in the stark and risen nature of you, the poise of a prettier time

Roses, we never...
Stations of man...
Seasons of women, lover...
The promise of cares to know elan...

The personality of curiosity
The passion of consciences need, me
Actual live and lets live, is patience's heed?
The voice of causes in love with the sea...

Prepare a friend for a choice, in silence
In a careful our, the times to share a challenge
That lowly, is a seldom seen force, that comes to ends
Like us, but in the portion of beauty, is a stone to many...

Finish your daydream with a salt...
Majority's and meager kind, waits with a palpable goal
Prevailing upon a coping house, we conceive of liberty's all
As a welfare of stigmata, like a child of quiet to fulfil strength's, of  old...

Archaic sensibility's, the role of service
To an ideal, adding wishes, of privilege to step forward
Thirst and communion of hunger, has become a beauty's sigh
With but a kindred to assume a whole chance, of a needy star?

Resolute, lovers remind, the sincerity of ambience
Is like the back of the land, a halo of voice to share, the new
And then, the silence of composure broken, with a stare to bless
The rosey attitude of health, that worships a pace of peace to come soon

Fed with liberty, and the tooth of summation
A body will know the lingering shadow of timidity
Shall, tows of waiting powers, the keep of intuition...
Is my fury at secrecy owed, or is my cause a saving identity?

Opus deity
Strong adage, the truth in paces
Where we know the course, faintly
Of pining heed, the turn of what worth faces...

Divine hearts
The tooth of advance, craft a day for silence
To ask an endearing question, with heat starts...
Do the times owe a blind eye, to me and the smile in the winds...?

Denial, vicinity?
And the coping our, often sides
Of empathy and reality
Have the voice of a callous wry?

Went well with the wishes you made
Thorough in affect, the haste of harmony
Race, my silent friend, is a show of said
Creation, and the vices we affirm, are purity...

Hoping we're...
But a clash with a similarity to senses
Of peace and proportion, the tale to defend for a lender
Of concern , the taken poise we admit, is coming to end...

Finality hell
Sight and sound, is a romance of kind, kings of touch
Known, the spare ides of reason, the worthier bell
Of taste is specialness; here is the tender soul of love...

Future I've
This and about, the stir of airing the more
When also is but a kiss, the timid means to live?
And let pasts of need, become the fate of what we were...

Nature with cream on its lip
Senses to grab a half of need, for whole
Luck and delves of significance, to live of hip
Seldom have we seen the great, become a human role

Boom!
Did that bomb, marry in the perhaps
With a ruling guidance in same, the doom
Of war like threats, to issue a new ask of curses haps

See the lower we go, and the ilk of courage
Meant to the stars, the comment
Of freedom in running houses, is no child of rage
We have the time, the current rhyme, to relent...

So, a worthier course to a moments ship
Has a choice to make, the talents of preventing
The irony of through and good silence, is a tiff
Of what is a marvel before the cant of us, a stoic lamenting...

Happier monday's
So set to tooth
On edge, to what affirmed cope, says
Is a looking day, made for sight to rue

Back, with vintage done
Separate cares, ancient to legend
Here is a wakeful sun
Ready to dote, I am that I am

Ends of discord, given the time
With wishes we take to issues
A particular few, in further beginnings, benign
Complacency to sit and finish, the laugh of us, you's

Curiosity in a clash, without
The names and numbers of contrary conscience
To take a few, to the realm of doubt
Known for clever heed, of a hope to wizening amends

Secrets and final due
Of a working life, to tell a unique tale
Of cause, condition and clue
Of a home between hands of unity; to tell...

Hint from a fire
Set in marvel's simplicity
To tell the tale of senses, we seek for ire
A total of essence with a risk, towards complacency

Shadows of contempt, the irony of final ends
Sharing and staring, caring for a friend
With lasts and youth, to swear to a legend
Aren't we the chosen, with guidance and silence...?

Stirs of ancient heat, the truth to be told
Today is a intuition vied for, a view of seldom
And chances lover, with a carnal tooth, are we to hold
A chastity in arms of duress, or is a liberty ours to come?

Taint a rhyme, but a reasons song?
Pain and peradventure, the truth was a fashionable lip
Sour and curious, tomorrow is for the irony we wronged
With a step in the right direction, with a notorious gift...

Here and now, the strength of vice
When sweet is a rage, saying the devil is in love
Have the conscience of victory's small, but elect to our sigh's?
When a hope has a creation to run, isn't their a clue to offer...

Set in a frequent circle
Penny pinched, pun's to rhyme
Welcomed yet, to a readied table
The truth of summation and kind

Lore accepts a foremost seat
Through the mix of light and paces
We see friends become the irony to meet
A sensibility, of culture to confirm, we are color's praises

Just a reminder, black and white make separate ides
Until the cold shine of history has it to prove
Waiting and saving the about of a collective heed, shied
Characters know the common, for a wealth meant to be shared, due

Purple is a forward thinker, be it sense or nothing above the board
Brown can become a better here and now, the tale of a wishes fire
Red is the renown of its patience, that wish is a smile long before a sword
Orange to prove it out right, with a callous voice of determination that undertook the right, higher

Yellow was forever waiting, the notion to serve a cause the preeminence of good tidings
Green set to rue, the works of powers and privilege, a hap that knows further
Blue for a sincere approach, of what remedy we keep, for a length of righting
Careful as this may seem, or due a kiss of neglect's fortune, we are the asking's heard there

Color, callous or obligated
Knows the wealth of a friend, until stares make oddity
Tensive and comparing, the soul of sense infatuated
The problems of merit and its mortal coil, letting a song become its own, fancy

Same sorts as yesterday...
Long talks, with a window that served the unknown
Patience walks by, shoes and doughy clothes, may
Its the heat of the day, I could swear my mind is blown...

The difference of deference in view...
Stoic reach to a liberated few, with savory kind?
Sitting for petty claims, on the ingenue of echoes...
With an eye on childhood; was that step to mind?

Competition, in a neighboring window:
Cat, is a hoping doggy the realer way to finish?
A chat with pride before pain, pain to outrun a cities glow
Where the kindred of futures save themselves, from suicides wish?

Spate cola, if not the drama of the day
Cats with an answering climb, know the secret I find, for somber
Notice of another, the thanks of willingness drifts by, the legendary
Confuse not the stir of submission, for we are the people somehow humbler?

A police car goes by, a radio to verify the needs of littler minds
Smiles to fall from such a height, have the soul of avarice if ours
A face looks into the meandering day, poking at me for the time...
When a tear for nothing new is all the rage in the land, can a fear have it's powers?

Time goes by, just the three of us...
Smiles at regular intervals of never's cause asked...?
Spied in the passage of such ordinary people, with a thought to must...
A hat drifts by, looking for many more firsts than lasts

Hello up there...
The duty you see, the scurrilous exaction of heart and home
Into the fray, of a fight to know, has seen all ways a land laid queer
Seeing your response is not my task, but join us if a worlds some...?

Never is, never was, and never has...
The bang of offense, loud and proud in the coping day
Sat with couth's doll, no more has the voice of an angel - todays
Worst comes of age, like a lord of silence was, the privilege to say...

Hands in a romantic pocket
Fresh eyes that claim a number
Penny's and dirt, the thanks of selfish lockets
Taken from an embarrassed, quiet, to become humbler...

Fright of a lifetime
The roses and the smile in an alabaster cake
To reach for a nimble childhood, a curiosity trying
Of cares in callous circles, the problems we make...

Sovereign, the taste in a marveling cloak...
To rhyme and play in the rain, see me suggest a today
And a character of honor in its throe, too many pokes...?
To be a waiting house without a key, the intellect we may...

A home with a reckoning list, the thread of disdain
To tell a story in familiar language, the risen kinds?
And hopes all in a row, that collect the world for any
Who would serve the might, the tight way we require minds?

Tomorrow in an angry stare
Wealth and bastion, taken for another fool, to ends resolute
The best of wests and the couth, of a question left to arguably a care
Meant with so many more yesterdays, are we the left side of known good?

Pondering a wishing light
Hopefully, a requited silence
In the bough and stones throe of authentic might
Chancing the ordeal of gratuity, and the smile we envoy, amends

Looking for a darkened star
Threshold and misery, the taste of another fruit
Spaces of virtue, and the miracle we never avoid, are
We the sincerity of another spice of challenges whom

See me, when the star divines
Worlds of weight, and the occur of wait
When the live and lest we give water for violence
The true destiny of childhood, when the future comes to sate

Save me from a notion so vile...
Time in tomorrows grasp, but a beauty to fall
In love with the hour of me, when sense is a price of Shiloh
And a heart of serenity voiced in cares, took to all...

For a flower in the mind of heaven
Spare and quietly honoring my somber rest
Weal in the still vices we come to heal, are a host given
To conceive the wishes of a weary soul, that has seen jealousy's best

Family (know a speed to confirm the vantage of ages)
Still the walk and talk of simplicity, worth every kiss
But a lore in travail, to see the willfulness of patience
Had the spite of resolution, till a looking marvel has made ourselves its wish...

God
No feat, without a shared liberty
Dote or dole, saviors are our nod
Bared eyes of justice, took anarchy...

Sense beyond a horizon
Speed is a gift, if given lit
Poor days of callous seem, a more won
From the exaction of you, your wisdom and wit

Wishes for little futures
Are mine, mind the pace of hate
Pale was its name, a done so curious
Furious in flight, and a soul so late...

Look with your many, a might's heart
Is a single love, sat before me
In the darkened eyes of worlds, is a start
To live better than love has a right to be...

The nature of children
With further power, I know a spirit's fun
Let like a grace was, the truth of the wind
Spare to will, we will know it's life for one...

Reasons I chew?
With a swallow...
Of discipline for you
Where tongues decide to hallow

Might we see?
Fury adding food for thought...
During such a talk, anarchy
Is the only friend, I ought...

Odd the taste of heirs
Here to fore, to stumble back
Forth to ways in cares
The future of choice, is to act...

The doors of seldom, being...
Realer to share a lover's shout
Than to believe it is, me...
Just a tear, for the price of a thought

A party with a kiss, to claim
Simply the mercy, we have sought true
With a cleverer name than shame
Knowing a care beyond purposes, a shadow of caught due?

Share, are we your decency?
Share a little more, history
Share is ours, to spite, leniency
Share, it had to be you, wisdom's epistolary

Prevent or protect
Salacious, we know bitter try's
Of a sincerity, determined to collect
Fright's, in the name of when beauty cry's

Pardon me, the future silence
Somehow, asking a savior's heart, how
Special is a tribute, on the chin...
Secret's with a many, misery in a tow

Can't mean the better?
Sordid advances...
Makes the call, to finish the letter
Of a wish, then with avarice's chances

Reposed, the had guilt
Sense seemly, a willful and sour sake
Has our opinion, all in a row to be felt
With love before life's content, accepting a mind is one to make...

Savages
The tininess of a smile
Come and gone like time rages
On and on, until love hates what is denial

Savages
The pout of done duty
Response and haunts
To quicken the pace of whimsy?

Savages
Hours with an insincere...
Drip, the count and pounce of what ages
So well, to drink is drunk in the name of fear?

Savages
Patience for a quiet question
Alive in the wind, for a silent chance
Is a realer tow, our only blessing?

Ravages
Taciturn notion in a capable whistle
The party of problems and legends
Of a sodomized justice, that knows my epistle...?

Life if a noteworthy...
Salt and pepper, the stuff of...
Peculiar tows and miracles, to held curtness...
Fascination to develop for, and a callous enough...

Today we have might, sincere
Thought and home, need's and atone
Left to wishes we came with, a following mere...
Which asks, "Is a past's health, in the eye's of home?"

New pet day, kitty's and puppy's?
Aloof tendency of a rued hope...
Willing to say hi, like the more we see ask and many
Time will save us a didn't and courage to belet could?

Prowess found one day, under time welling
Hap and sameness in lore, with a realm of compliance
That issues a challenge, is a heart in the stand, or fame of angel's?
We include in the might and moment's until a friend has their time for actual silence?

Don't be stupid, it want's to play...
Thrill's and overt time in hilarious spill's, of fortune
Made to harbor a new hunt of worth, the ask of any and may
All is our freedom, with patience for a kinder charity come soon?

Places of demonstration, and the wish of possibility
Earned by the acumen of decency, we remember is an impression
Of able and fairing cope, that has the future of a instancy...
To welcome a home to presence's mind, as if care is a lesson?

Mighty insight, to a rallying honor
Time and the silence of reproof, is a promise to wholeness
We can make sense, albeit lore to simplify, the voice of somber
Means in our midst, known to collect one, to a livid guess...

Many hour's go by, and the times are a feeling's season
Like love to work in the name of peace, pace and presumption
Does life begin with a monster, or the milk of human decency?
Keep a fresh eye on the truth, will secret's beg to differ, about a yearning intuition?

Life knows your plan, but love does not...
Tender reason's to excite a knowledge, have worth in mind for you
Portrayal to issue a purpose, have the patience of what is, good judgment...
Of a simple day with simplicity to stare, is this an acceptance we know, can be friends with you?

The book of works
Spare me the details?
Suffice, in a general task, irked
That said the comments of Israel...

Polite shoes, on the anniversary of reign
To share an eye full, the truth in a hidden
Taste, for ancientness in the silence, of when
A philosophy comes, is a paradise for the asking?

Oft a share's heed, silent until a kiss never's...?
The haste of poise, the turn of this into something greater...
Welcome home, avarice, the total of courage has a lover
That fated justice in a pale memory for you, the fates of tomorrow?

Wishes in cold conveyance, the times to remember the heat?
Torrid as we are, a taste for houses of promises
Are we the reality to beat, come hell or high water to eat?
A grape, the pretense of mercy - in an accord we due, to vices...

A house of which and worlds of worth
That has none, a squalor that completes the circle...
Of space for a yearning soul, semblance in a call heard
By any who would, a cause curious enough to hope, miracles...

Have a shadow of youth, to a gesture of time, to a coarse song
Winking and preaching a salty tune, that is to come...
A livid appearance of kind, if not kings of journey and wealth, long
To the tooth and made from frank controversary, we dumb...

Salt and honey, the truer passage of uniqueness
Honey and rice, the presence of love, with a cordial ordeal
Rice and vinegar, known to take the time at life's crossroads, to bless
Vinegar and myrrh, with a personal observation, the very winds of healing...

Add milk?
So do we, the irony of prayers that substitute a focusing heart
To wisdom and undue hate, the pyres and frustration's of ilk
To see you in a holiness's robe, the voice we keep, sincere Jerusalem's?

Stones of health, or the knife of war...
Poignant to a fall, the season we chose for a character to blow
The untoward, the cares of simplicity to kingdom come, for out
A rallying heat's rage, that has become a future we know...

With another's heart, the total of cherubs and heaven
Look fast and hard, the haste we further, is a nerve
That has chosen you, for a chance of life in the giving
Where no one, more special than a kite, is a tree to serve?

Penny knuckle
Penny Charlie, of the hills of romance
Penny with punch for each, a handsome will
Penny in check, to a realing cheek, with which we kiss

Popular homes
And the tooth of resolve
Terror is such a cheap chic, the thought for bitter words
When the music gets tight, and a hallowed wish, so cool...

Purpose beyond a shade in the corner of my fame
I wish for you, to hear the moment in a clash
Set to serve the bind, the curiosity, of a shame
To welcome the irony, of another friend of my pasts

Glares at the time, with a chin to finish the pale
Sour old crescendo, still amends in a willing house
Set to sovereign glue, like a sand is meant for its eponymous sail...
The towers of dalliance and the scope of our flout

Penny unison
Taking the time, to work the conversations into the neighbors
Living room where a saving where, is but another kiss today, would
A shrewd lip know so much, gifts of simplicity to a world for order...

Doors with no pleasance
Doors with a memory of teeth
Doors with angels to remark, a unison in chance
Doors with dread for each sincerity, we let

Doors in love?
Still to fore, the guarantee
The silence of guidance, to relocate to us
Welcome a shrewd forth, as if might made me happy

Tenuous
And taken with a smile
Here to say, time with baring, to bless
Has come by the still day, all the while

Liberty...
Is a raging storm the only way to communicate?
The assuaged voice of redemption, a universes key
To take to another, the open bother, of sense to wait

For passion to become...
Got, in a row of exception, enthusiasm
Has to have it now, the levity of questions all along
In the name of an answer, a place for a heart to avow at last

She wear acceptation, like a moment alone
She dream in dances, that will the wisdom to life
She speak in loves riddles, answered only by love, atoned
She take to the time, to sit the hour with our decency, wife?

Honor, I wear a discotheque
Like, a clown's first dance
Integrity, comes for permission, wicked
Opinion, salt and pepper on an egg, is a demon's problem

Little more, than a thank you
Sassafras, is no hap's ecstasy
In the proud and angry due...
We made a frank photograph, your drunk intimacy...

Is a pardoned stare, at faerie tales
Meant upheld, upheaval is a wager
Of a world, with no clash with vice fail's
Proper though, in the name of fate's mere

Mercy, with an extra shirt
Ready for a pant's relent, regret
In an unescapable kiss, of hurt
And possessing quaintness, we are the boding let...

Witness the gasp...
Of a spirit, erudite to a finish
Of levity, long before callous can ask
Is it all right, to wink at liberty's wish?

Light has a language
Share the wealth...
Worth is ours, for a quaint rage
Stick out your tongue, we sake health

Waged wars, stirring a shadow
Mete and future heat
Had for arbitrary whence, when owed
Is a clash with empathy, embarrassed to seat...?

An angel at the table of anarchy
Sweet fares, sweeter charity
Marvel with mine, a dead flower is happy
Tell tale harmony, of vivid disparity...

Ought the spare, the special
Lips of virtue, we will know
Water over the bridge, and a succinct smell
Of death playing, at an imagined blow...?

Of a friend, within an eyes shadow
See me, the ironic role of breath
With a moment to decide, a gladdened more
That has bespoken the world, in a day love has let...

Fickle
Done in mentioned light...
Through and due the common, the still
Notice of compliment, a comment of right

None
The more we save, from the proof of simplicity
Story's and a sulking tree, the seldom of fun in the sun
Turned to universality, with the eyes of anarchy

Amend
Sour and refined, refrain from the beauty of compel?
The pout of another gift and the choice of feeling's substance
Over the quiet since, that has become ours to weal...

Things
And the duty of a desire in worthing heaven, the hell of unity
Given me, and the role of synchronicity a resolve, to sweeten
Time is a daring host, to assure even the tiniest of needs, vicinity

Arduous
Threshold in the lime, the boding of every else, in the book
Staid and remembering decorum, like a hell is every cause
When we are the understanding home, to a willing look...

Force
Are we a stir of responsibility in the arms of voice, or its cope?
Timid as we are, the calling of it all, is a wisdom's source?
Look hard for a nature? when you can have a friend for it's love...

Caring
True to mellower stares, the throe of uncanny light
Made from the none, are we to survive a decision, so faring
The response of decency, that a swim with the devil, is also right...

Liberty
Loan the call, to me for a universe's song
Trust is a walking might of the deed, asking the seldom, evil's
Is it me, or the shade in a wishes stir, the tout we held all along?

Utter the world's;
Spill or spoil; the hunt anew...
The words we know, for certainty
Come from a moment, of gaiety and who

Sates put away, and a promise of virtue
Offered, with the call of sincerity...
The tale of fates and heirs, is a fairing you
With pause in the skill's of beauty to others, virtuosity...?

Promises that came with a license, of fortitude
In the might we afford, for the rhyme and reason
The comparing heed, with an exaction, of eclectic jude...
With a charming smile, to append the nature of learning's season?

Which in the limelight...
Is a waiting friend, to venture forth with a subtle sight
Spectacle and what the heck is with a clever right?
To find the spare and done dour, of entourage sublime...

Been the scope, of duty to finalize a certain accord
Actual sake and desire make, the coming portion of sense
Inclined by the shown, avidity, now complete to days to word
Space for a clashing vote, which has a question left to moments, without decision in amends?

Uttering the words
Points and paces of better ideas, the tow of synergy
To seem, if not win the role of deliverance in a salt, satisfied to occur
In the touch of unity, which has seen all, the price of passion's prophecy

Pretty on heel
Tomorrow we propose a gentler home...
In courage and corrected sincerity, we feel
The integrity of when, should be our simple atone

If not simplicity itself
Through the powers that ponder
And consideration of rights to its wealth
The bounce of your step will do, a place for wonder?

Saving the times, with aim's risk of appalling glares
Of eyes that knew too much, for two and little to be
Sound veracity, the might of demonstration in our cares
The powers to be were ourselves, a tender eye with all's anarchy

Proof to rue the day
A shown mere, if not misery in love
The cares of once upon doting, a shared whole, in the many
And a revered say, of life to wish away the hurt that does

Back to need, normality to venture forth
Is a where in the embarrassment of light, the only wish we can make?
Same of a rolling heed, to elaborate another special and defiant worth
Your childhood, is the golden chance of a liberty in few, we will even sake

Hope on a carousel
Is my needy eye, the one to spy
Silly old me, a rue of conscience and wayward well
Coming for a sincerity in the voice of another, here and why

Spare, the sound of the music
Told to believe in, and around a might
Token adrenaline in our stay, the light intrinsic
Won't we ever become like angel's, when sorry see's the sight

Truer to the day, long come now...
The risks we adjourn, to a rhyming host
Patiently, the facts of us, in the hope allow
Have the sense to consider any hour of demand, depends upon our most

Sweet, the collapse into history, a shrewd contender?
Salt and home all in a row, to each was a savior's merry
Taking the time in the same, we are a whole amender
Of the silence we compare to a new angel, the shadow of kisses weary?

Sign's of the times, trying a new friend on for size
Savagery is such an expensive call, to courage and many in future strive
Simple lore to advance a decision, in a callous way wise
To know you, the sleepiness of cold shoulder's, that never were nigh

Of course, eye candy
Had in a rise of temptation
With somber welcome, is rage handy?
Brazen and tender, is dancing a nation?

Compare ours to us...
Requited anarchy, with a moment
To tell hatred to take a bus
Cross town, when we know cope is silent...

Night
And the being start to something better
Shake your pass, or keep your house light's on, right?
If we stake a claim, on our sleepy whether?

Another rainbow with a pet pity...
Sick or spit, a smile at you...
Waiting on your color, lady liberty
Have we accepted truth, as a key to simpler futures?

Where a fire in opuses heart, is my fruition
Ten fingers and ten toes, with adding imagination
I see the prophecy, in a dance with intuition
That you left to integrity, for yourself; soap and patience