Honor to meet you
Simple rise and seem, to very we know
The call to heed, we are all a part of, when and who
Is a liberty, or the character of legend to fluently owe?

Tender knowing the best of kind
True decision and forces of wonder
To exact the notion of a coping mind
Energy said, and the irony we sense, is anyhow torn asunder

For a step in the right direction
Time in its blessed first's and terrifying lasts
Still awkward, but the cares of you, a whole of contention
Known to be, the uncommon stare of indecency that asks

Will we be **** enemies or the vaster fortune in untimely friends?
Pressing for angel's patience, the turn of cheek
Into a stirring hour, to swear the tows of mercy come to ends
Till we meet the nursed homage, of risks that seemed meek

No
I don't have a rude bone in my body, but you seem to do...
Here is a clashing habit, with half a mind, to recollect owe
Kindred in a faustian trance, for the rest of the story...?

Yes
I hate you...
With a syllable of courage, and the inclusion of nothing's fess
Vowed to consider the nature of decent have, to a coming fight, we know who will win...

Youth to warn
A crime's table in this heat, a strength to warm
Sat outside for a clarity to bespeak more
Than a clash with indoors, a suitable karma

Birds are the first to visit
Bitter choices and the rise of a neglecting fight?
To chances in league, the memory of vice and whit
Saving an alarm, of sensation in the know, we might?

A doling fox, surprised by the curiosity
Will ask in no certain terms
Is pace a suggestion or an imagined sin, in a sultry
Past we will know, the coming and going of norms

A crazier cat, waiting on the stir of the wind
Will advise a shadow of a chance, a life in the balance
Of conscience and or courtesy, is a lover to mend
The totals and heed, that make us know the light for substance

A wandering man, taken with the time
What is it for, the room to surmise youth is a craving?
Sent from here to eternity, the tows of courage learn to cry
At the slightest chance of a sit, what is society saving?

A child knows the answer, placing heed before a common distance
To sit in plays charge, a host of concern and bitter arms to remember
Truth in a language we explain, is live by instance
The foolery of consideration to take it all to pain, for better sinner's?

Natural limits
Saved by the catch of eye
Truer memory, in about the whit's?
It took, to know you, even let with silence...

Same's prayer's to a course in few
Somewhere under the rainbow, where we know...
The tale of sympathy, for a legend in who
Adds and faces the music, of season's and how, low

Shame it had to be us
Estranged forces in the remark of from, differing
Patience with a similarity to honor, in the discuss
Of a new friend, or sanity's enemy, worth hope as hidden?

But a beautiful thought for each their, mere...
Where a simple legend was the common
Tender fame to live with a real enough query
Issues of possibility put aside, the wish we are haunting...

Is time to live for the shadow of us, the tools of compliment
Tarnished feelings of uncertainty to well at many's, such
Seldom in league with anything but the neglect we relent
Asking the stare of omnipresence of callous first's, are we too much?

More than a courage in the stir of patience
Till the savior of a need's glimmer, in it's wealth of power's are
The moment we seek is a human need for something besides rage
Reasons may vary for all of who is, a let, but luck knows you, were

Popular invitations
Sent from heralds of punch and perfume
Simple news for a lonely intimation
When asking is a favored voice to loom

Generosity, and the stir of deed
Done with sorrow, as a future has been
See the wish of gaiety, of me...
The miracle of need, is but a strength to sing

Sincerity asked, what has a luck seen for the better of others?
And with the delicate truth to share, can we see the baring lot?
So exposed, so triumphant for a quiet hope, come of age to bother
The very routes of dismay, a looking how, that has joy for now?

And the light has fed the cause, of reasons conscience?
Risk and tenacity running so fast, for a truth to dwell...
Upon the seclusion we sake an hour, of something greater than prescience
And the fate of it, a happier draw of attention, to a reach still...

As we thought, a marvel of sincerity and furies with a moment to tell
The world is a sour passion, come of distance as a reward for life
In the details and the wayward way we make spirit to fulfil
When notion is a curious live, for something greater than hatred's sight?

Sense of a sulking
Light to favor the window
The rose of unity in passing
Has a question to its lips, the corners of woe?

Having a seat in such a chamber
Requited history to assume a table
Of friends of airs, the toil of another world
Once in love, twice a gifted artist, another time and a fable

See the heat I make, when sight has a call
To require adage, from the poise we know
To ends in a prophet's hands, the tale of all
And every fate of shall, the world have those?

A glass of wine...
And summation is a harrowing gone missing
The truth to be held, for an austere shine
As we see the composure of sin, sigh when is

Include me in the pout, the pout of sincerity
Where one more kindness, has a moment to consider
Serpents of long teeth, that savor the taste of need, visionary's?
And abated breath, the comment I make is meant, here...

Where art has a clue...
To vices charity, an instinct that also has chaste due
When the mirth, the homage, the drama of younger and older who
Is but a catch of light, on the silence we bare, is our promise to...

So strange...
So wieldy with and's severity
So mighty when a passion is mine
So futile for a child to ask, is all simplicity?

Won't and deliberation's few, in focus
Of native wishes we have never made
Till we come and know done, blooming in the must
Shadowed fear's and many more to you, the courage said...

Somewhere a fantasy, if a rainbow's grasp
Shame is a tall tale, to a favored friend
Awaited order, and mortal coil's, to even ask...
Again, the truth is a liberty we earn, by comparison?

Simply no more times, with chances so resolute...?
Without a care under the nose, of peace
And deliverance, showing what could
The tale of commonness, and might, we know a calm's treatise?

Callous and envying hope, for a salt and a silver tongue
Thresholds of vice, to unify all of a suppose, just
A capable iota come to itself, for redemption of a heart?
That says the utmost today, were act's of yesterday in hushed...

Valley's of sweet design, if not privilege
Of compliment and sense, giving the dole of the land
To the wisest of beauty's, a prayer in deified wing's, sighed
The past's of inheritability's dread, is a cunning, for seldom's family to?

Figurative all, to do the intolerable?
Succinctly ours, the future to shine?
In a presence for lived design, a habit we sour?
At, and well, a sulking hat that has the time...

Timid, days stricken, and a harrowed call
To a wizening family of thought
That saw you, in a character of mightier vow
Sheer mention of ought, the infancy of moment's, to do what?

Looking here to normalcy
Asking if a watery eye, has a legend or a myth?
Saving a response from a curious like-wise we mean
Having a lot to our friendliness, the able and the is...

Avoiding a jest, with the measure of many?
See, the coming honor to serve a shrouded question?
Halt and secure, the blanket of simplicity?
Shadow a pretty freedom, as if a wall is, a hero worth seldom's selection?

Can curiosity dance with me, comes a voice...
Patiently we know, the care energy has made
Taking the time to address the hope, we are a sort's
To make doll's a hat, that has a patience we fate...?

Tenacity, comes again, the voice of a little boy...
Persuasion's and distance to a clinging hurry, and its forms
Shrewd as a beloved irony, can be, I know a decency chosen
That has senses before the same, of a patience that is, loving more

What should a mention of a callous and actual lip of sincerity be?
Can an hour of dissonance and identity become our soul's tale?
Is a relationship with idleness, the only way an open letter can keep?
Asking a little girl and boy to pray, is a where ours to kiss and save?

Hands held, and promises in no particular way...?
Never meant without a season of philosophy, and a live of order
Before chaos, we see the collected calm and cool of our intimacy
Saving the day, with a remembered kiss that has no hex to age with worry...?

Politics in a happier hand
Salt and salacious minds
To work in the evening sun of the land
Tried and true, the irony of vice to distinguish the times

Politics deciding to give at most, a wonder, a try...
Through a peering shadow, we accepted was a rancor
Timid is and if a ruling thought, nowhere but shied...?
The loft to a rolling voice, that has it to serve...

Politics knowing utmost is the whole, dominion
Taken to beauty, and serenity, notes of comprehension
Compassion is an adding wait, of sincerity to come again
With the dole of rendition, edicts of forces we see, reagent

Politics of friends and lovers, with the guidance of decency
Met erudite, the cold versus the heat of problems...
That suggest the kindred of speed, and the reasoned empathy
In our hands for vows, that come and go like angels, whim

Politics of offering a host of charisma
The time of day, and the mustiness of night
Where one decision for the many, is made in heed's behalf, dilemma
We know and care for, like a curiosity was the other half of might

Politics of poise, and a surreal appetite
Privilege before a sunny honor, the future of ought, energy
Long in truth, and chosen for bright minds that saw a sight
Of worth in the worlds grasp, looking one more time for sought anarchy...

Colloquial
Odd duty to a freedom
Semblances of force, and denial?
In a sake for shares, is lovelorn...

Aspiration, to well in the future
Sense with a reason, we envoy as if asking fall
Ought and sour rebuke in a watching security
Is a lore to finish it's burden, as if towed for all...

Ssshhh
We see a livid stone
Ask about the baring of a cause to listen
And a heed in trouble with speed, a vice atoned?

Simple, comes the gravelly voice of dismay
Sour and hurt feelings in a power
We see is a clash of since and its amends, worry to say
"I love you, with a risen might to serve, nor"

Good news, and the back of a plan
To tell the sudden, and the found
We are truer in a faint sorts, than a salty frog in the can't
Does Prince Albert, have a rued smile, or is singing on our lip's sound?

About a peanut...
And the talk of a town to live for a grief, a same and a cope
That has a reach to the stir's, of curiosity that meant
Tomorrow with a salty pipe, that is reasoning, we hope...

Tantrum's
And the beginning of surprises in the pace of response
And in the possibility, of a fun and seemly, host of fun
With a clique perhaps, comes the reality of a town to want, avidness won?

Done.
And the might of a legendary call to what was?
In the named nature of poise and it's heed, we are begun, homes
Coming to this, a cleverer then me man, knows...

Places never said?
Welcome and a brighter man's egg
When the coming hiss, of tenacity is a choice lead
To a favor, a stirring time and the tongue of urges, neglected?

Places never meant?
With the lovers of yearning in a thirst of light
A prayer in hands of vice, the warring kiss sent
Is the marvel of up, down and around the slice of life?

Right is the scorn of a unity, to wager in a salt's length
The passion I terrorize you with, is every kindness I can think
Of a vow to nourish, the hap and perchance of our strength
The clashing heat of compromise, is in a motion so we can drink?

Left is a spurned gift, left to a wish raging in the same
Real was my thought, to toil in the myths and legends, privilege lends...?
Of a courtesy met once, and let in the voice of call's fame
Is a relationship with an entirety of another wish, come to ends?

Portion and forces of youth, with laden kisses of what was age
In the hours until cold hands have seen, pockets of worth
Known silent or worst to delve, a lip sulking for one more day
Away from the suicide, a heart seen, become a charity in seasons we never can occur with?

Brown is our promise
Spoken like a true champ
Till a height of a comely vice
Has the spark of intuition, claimed and

See the little knuckles
To remember the tone of our voice
Shrewd difference, and its wishes in the wills
Of a new friend, that has the embarrassment of choice

Golden is our heed
The truth in a riddling portion
To save the irony of succor, which even is with eaves
And the excuse of enlightenment, to understand worse sin's

Save the music, break the wind
For a melancholy doubt, the indigency of verse
Left to wiser investment, asking a particular kin
Is a road to hindrance, the only way a cough can see, the universe?

Hell, in a stare...
Which, need and prosper
Couldn't, find and kind, make merry?
A windy thought, for silence to serve...

A yawn in the times, to have altogether a clash
Sport of sigh's, exaction of a focused soul?
With memories, asking in an embarrassed fashion
To reach and never fail; the senses of old in their fold?

Waiting hours, that rescue a relenting since
Pretty bolts of wishes, that use wisdom as a friend
Secrets like these, are made for thumbs to lend...
A passing guidance to and from, a host oft shyness's, ends...

Total, are we a favored sincerity?
The fact we display, is a halt to seemingly, the toil...
Of everyday couth, we hope is a reason in the city
Where one patience above all, has meant us for a kept health...?

Running and playing, now
Tremendous sours and happier sweets, share futures...
Like a miracle to witness, the curiosity of ought and how about
Is yours forever, until a friend comes for it, a burden we have worthed?

With the lips of fortune, or the silence broken by dissuasion?
Time is a caring hour, such made, for ourselves...
Letting sunshine have the mercy, its supposed to be, stay...
A doubt to compare so with well, the voice that delves...

Sally forth
Each's house and have
In the distance, a welling worth...
Taken to liberty among friends, the gift's we save

More truth at the disposal of not
The promises we made, the ones we fought...
With antiquity's precision, where has our lover been our love sought?
Needing but the atone of a voice for when our humanity is caught...

On the cold shoulder of accept
In the mind and fury's of will's
We savor for a solution of when love is let...
The course of another, is a shrewdness that still's

Wishes in the wind...
Making a little more truth than what a soul could think...
Tenacity and the thunderous drive towards, when
Is avidity our shield, or our patience with an eye to blink?

Strength around about, now
The total of our speed and it's hysteria, in a wish...
To look among the known, and see the call of superiority, so how
But bent on a threshold of duty before plain, are we that or selfish?

Misery
And the notion of one more day
Found in the embrace of other's, a place for history
Where we are the scope of adage, to deliberate another's pain?

None, we can see
Pretty baby, making life simplicity
Passion and desire, a world we mean
To be the truth of yours, and senses so witty

Tastes in callous rapport, have become ours
Tooth and a dragon of approval
Taken from here to eternal seem, to know new lover's
Patience is for those that can deliberate all

But whistles we have who'd?
Coming and knowing the frank justice of another kind...
To situate in the dream's we know live, under the eyes of youth
Keeping but your best made may, we hear the news of a new mind?

Live with me when the real has a voice for cope
Same sides, and harrowing a can't, with the senses we make
For the poise of forward hold, of few, future and forth
Of causes so elegant, for a nimble live with time to sake

Behold, the irony of a joyous me
The told and sophisticated bell, of courage's we know are
The way to a fate's saving, and sates favoring, being...
Today is such a bother, made for the semblances of love's warmth

Loaned a tomorrow, without us...?
Tarry and avoidance, if our guilt...?
As welcoming hospitality given, capably requiem thus
A land of stilled sunshine and morality's fame, worth welling...

Friends of reality's fortune, forth loving
Who made you, a relation
Sour affront if modesty, to save a shown...
Cloud, the time of its life, when severity knows an intuition...?

Professed...?
Sense for a runner's course, in jaundiced or jaded eyes we bloom...
Savior's of a coming hope, that see's the beauty in confessed
Argument's and dissuasion we find, is the rest of whom...?

Until a rational few, has seen the rain...
Letting undertows of greatness hope, on their own
Safety in remorse and fates that vie for a lands pain...
The role of variety of itself, and the count of integrity won...

By a past somehow profound, but leering at good intent
We are the people of condition and marvel, that has the boding silence
Shadows chaste enough to concern ourselves with what was relent
Of simple ideas on the fate of courage, and the share of succor; ends...

Places to defer:
To a salty justice
Soap and a question worth
Please be my ought, a common request with a shrill vice?

Salt seems to be my only hope...
Stoic rewards and harrowing few's, of callousness
Aside, I see the providence of stillness, take root
With a smile and a sharing behalf, I wonder if I bless...?

Stong winds may disapprove...
Long looks at no-where's imagination...
Standing well in front, savagery in back with no love...
And the anarchy of that smile, anxious and doting on silent...

Nightmares, with a reaching lead of simplicity
A lip of service and dissuasion, set too high
For a requited moment, to tell the wishes we imply, inherently
Have the yearning before a seldom seen, angel understands cry...

Given the time, given the lucid rhyme
Of patience and its virtue, your remembering
Of a long sated and twisted form to compare, the youth of time?
Has a voice struck with means, meager enough to swear we...

Shoulder
A rising fortune of senses alive, set to aches and plains
Of worlds redeemed, by a wish we made, with a meant nerve
Will you marry me, is even a voice to martyr beyond the call of the rains...?

Hadn't
Wishes in a wishful God's voice
Risen hours, reminding worth asking
World's to weigh, wait on misery's choice

Found two, by myself
Remember, to linger with prayers legend
Twain, a salt between here and health
Is still you, a requited vanity to mend

Mercy, with an opinion longer
Than a tongue has a right?
Imagine a halt of habit, stronger
And the seldom of heaven, is why might...

Has don't for a friend
Speed and vehemence...
Special to me, a future to lend
A chaste works like my time, sincerity

Time to show the truth...?
A good time, that leads happenstance
To a whole example, of pride becoming couth
Share the eye's of youth; before a stare becomes age's heaven...

Liberty enthused
A party like this, is so miraculous
Sense and heed in the way we were youth
Meager old shoes, that come alive with justice

Philosophy condoned
The tender and the same
We visit and compose ourselves, a little fun
With a role to know, and they're to name...

Fruition exercised
The right, to a native clamor
For significance to tell, the story of silence
We have heard is a graceful mind of sort's...

Dependency knew
The capable and the mighty, lending
An hour of sophistication, asking who
Is a sincere time solemn, and who is amending?

Reality faired
The rue and the risk of opportunity, needs
A lover's approach to service in ideal's marriage
Toward the needy share we decide, is faith's key

Servitude looked
And saw the more of many
Till we are, nothing to decide if might, is couth
With a care in the stare of presence of calming, days

Sincerity shared
The truth in a becoming smile
That had the vice and vision of a decency's glare
Will we say "I do" or "Do I" live in the answer of needs style?

Like a world
With a stomach for the news
Of courtesy in a bottle, the task of early
Courage to foretell, the waters we imbued

Messages and decisions to find the better
Of couth in the tender wishes of presence
And mind, the total of uniqueness, to the letter
Of order before a rallying sunshine and moon hence

See the work of a handsome moment
Keep the need of a future you, with all for a lip?
Reasoning the heed, of our seasons, heart and entity
Is the sea of commitment, a feeling for guidance with it?

Clarity and sharing the next
Will a shadow of composure give the gift of meant and dear
Simplicity, that has the seldom to deliver a kiss we expect
Tows and magic flowers, if not the hope of sincerity we share

When a bottle has found its shore...
Can a reason in causes insight, begin here with love?
Or is a chance of so, and the future of what we're for
Have the dream, with today's step forward, time discussed?

Golden eyes
Sweat to build to a reasoned ******
With our hope, our hesitancy has no lie
Nor frustration, of a coping where fold and due, ask

Golden whys
Sincerity in motion, for one more kiss
The rhyme of couth, to which we named airs to sigh
The role of decency, is it moments like this?

Golden silence
Shapes of doting hard, and self righteous
The wake of a new shine in the seem, looking beyond a chin
We remember the toll of ennui, given an erudite stare, us

Golden tries
Of surreal seclusion come of age, for a thought and futures step
Let like the lip you love, a challenge of compare and strive
Ne'er known, without somehow in time, wizening at curiosity's let

Golden shines
Were we the spoken of ought, an energy to select ourselves
In the sense of justice we will know, is a creation of thus over mind
Me with a reach for simplicity, that made you a care I seek, in all wealth's...

Golden times
And the trust of beauty, in your hand for one hour more
Liberty is not a shut door, to a question alive in suggestions wind
Long before a turn of chastity has seen me, become a fate with no war

Tender strength, sender's excuse
A sneeze to reach to tomorrow
Avid, we determine a silence was...
A house of compromise, sincerity, and willfulness, to borrow...

Burden yourself with a memory, some other dainty...
A question thought liberty, driven by the wind
Has visited me, in the couth of decency's charity
Simple lessons of anger, and the angel of succumbing kin...

Redoubt is my only defense...
Pied, or provided a callous soul, the taint?
I seek is a lip with no meaning, meant in the essence
We direct to such, a season of wishes, we compare to ain't...

Anarchy in love, the thought to reason
Anarchy in though, the times found me a shown few
Anarchy in decision's, a guarantee of blinder moments
Anarchy in ascertainment, a host of wisdom to look at you

A yawn with no future...?
As shrewd as furious days make a prayer, a seclusion
Catching mine, in measure and deliberate other, is a cure
Forces in voices, and the rationality of mercy; loves only intrusion?

Psyche
Can I have my weight in gold, a tarter heaven?
So wished for, so washed of another fight...
With heaven, to remember succor in forms of resolve to come by, loving...

Keep me
Stone and favor, the laugh of times
We found the world a sharing home, energy's
We know can and do, the pout's of reality, that weigh heavy trying

Keep meant
Like a savior of distance and forte, with the impossible to taste
A requirement of simple focus, a history to glean
The stoic and the risk of coming light, that is our superior haste

Keep meandering
Hello for a solemn tow, we season with love?
Truer by a callous here and now, nor the salt of wandering
Wonder with me a silent house, with no passion to eat, thus

Keep mentioning
Rise and patience in lover's grasp
Selection to fulfil a role we know, intending
The appearance of a host, with reason's to ask?

Keep reminding
Me of a new wind in the eaves of able
Torrid was a fascination to excel at land and timeliness
That came for ever, the question we still keep, to heal...

Steadfast
And arriving in bared eyes, to darken a room
Curious over the name of a voice that has
The time, with a risk to turn long looks, of doom...

Into a vanity of sorts
The walking upheaval or the heed of a share
We find too much more than a pace of distance, and mores
Of a clash with sincerity that has the look of simple care

Wall's, begins the voice
Have two names for it, et. al.
Heroine, we see your destiny, the total of choice
Made to order and select its own, as if flowers predict well

Dourly, the notion of implied faces, and their new nature
Of a waiting star, some were about, some were now
Some were a hero, to know seldom with a such, a curiosity
In the spare tastes and freedoms we make a romance, so how...

Turns of light into a sharing heart?
The sacred in a wondering heat, is a creation to view a need
With the solemn, to say with a new voice, shall and part
Let the day save its wealth in our hands, the person and the deed

Beauty so let, daring a legend
Have a soul for a second, something to do...
With a season to say when, a here after in tradition
Is our blessing come from the beginning, we knew...

Peace in asking
Wished for fruit of common duress
Identifying the cold, should of fact's we are lacking
Tradition in the name of past's, we see in the eye's of each other

Light, for a fool?
Secret's in the cares of familiarity?
Sour rapport, if not renown with life as a tool?
Comparing sound to heir's of witness, paces of actuality?

Torment, and the sight of fear...
Alive in the calling horizon, to tell your seems fortune
Well to seldom, in the strength of what we near...
Is fate a driven rain, or can a tear from nowhere see it's couldn't?

Enemies with a sullen smile, for you...
Shame and tranquility, moving in unison
To tell the tale of frankness, that has a quiet tooth, aloof
In the marvel of preponderance, coming for a question?

So, is race a harbored image, of youth and courtesy in love?
Now, is your fate, the truth to serve us a new care
In fettered lucre and see, the coming commotion of us
No two stirring's alike, the answer is still the couth of tomorrow, now

We are, at the last?
Honest query into a fate for due
The composure and silence we have...
Attributed to insolence, for a questioned who?

Many mouth's to feed...?
Substance and its hidden causes, to well...
Threshold's in faster eye's, we have come to lead?
Cold, embittered or surviving this taste of hell...?

Shame a knowing house had to leave...?
Still the times in adroit fashion, a word to concept's?
In the mar of verified justice, we have for needs?
Is a response to accusation so lingering, that we don't, relent?

One step more, and with sincerity?
The past's errors and falsehood, a charisma's most
If reasons come for when we are, superiority
To issue a plea, is a dream's salt forsook, the uncanny host?

Establishing fair, a freedom for saner reproach
Took for absolution in the mix, of ourselves to account
A harrowed show of distances, we never lost to owed
Kindred, and the muse of when we are, the irony we rout?

Love and the milk of human decency, we claim is a given
Craving for youth, yearning, and a yarn of hospitality...?
We find in the mutuality of diplomacy, to a carnal living
We mind for a tear asking silence, if we are blisses keep?

Time to turn
Into a smile with a reason to be?
Here and now, the question of a world
To earn the more and else, a welfare to see...

The rule of vice, we know can
Visit and mere to for, asks a willing more
The rise of patience, and the marvel of and
The wishes of another, to collect a seemly we're

Notion to excel, known to well
Mercy in a careful eye, to deliver a deem
To the nerves of anarchy, and its steady bell
First to you, and then the lived share of friends

What are we?
Ever and where with all
Measured by the seasons we give, to energy's
And the sensitive look of a chaste, to never fall...

Presence and the earthen where of a new smile
Persuasion and inclination, with a happier retort
Can we listen to the nary become filial...
Here, with a somebody to enthuse, asking moments worth?

Sound like music?
Time taken and hardship stilled
Would you give the gift of portrayal, same intrinsic
Kept in the name of air's, we face to show one, philosophy

Nature and trying, the fate of another
Pasts been decision, and futures to quell, a prayer to sing...
Fighting the inferiority of neglect, and a presumption to otherwise
Haven't you seen the callous, admit to what we hear, is a heaven...

Poor old shine
Of a shoe in love
Star's to guide by
And a mercy meant to introduce a covenant

Welling hour's
Without the likes of you?
As shrewd as we are
The demure need of sense and actual collusion

Where we admit it to suggest
A collapse of beauty into life, the misery we lest?
Is a shallow beckoning, a somber test?
Will a shared eye, know the lovelorn, if instinct guesses?

A rose from a tree, is a welcome friend
Ought and distance to a sworn duty, living for well
Suppose and craft, of a kindred
That asks so subtle a question, is love only for the soul?

Reasons to run, and reasons to walk
Talk of a coming happiness, that is long in the truth
Of oddity we identify with, a host of cares to sulk
Will a favorite with on your behalf, lead to us, knowing youth?

Wealthy old shyness...
Of a shown about, courage to love
Energy in realized health, a world to bless
With the coming heed, and sincerity of yearning, for us...

Years, I have known?
Welcome home, child of mine
Aloof, in turns we dote
Compare a song to me, and I will break the silence...

Imagination, so salty a venture...
The truth we take to heart, as if terrified
By the shares of commonness, and a voice pure
Today is a revelation in shame, to know ourselves, why?

Riddles are such wastes of time?
Tones of voice come for humor, that has never been
A tow of service to an ideal, we find in the mar of crying
Shame, is ours to ignore, the losses we seem, keen

Rational, and set to foot
The courage in a shall's dance with honor
To look among the reeds of tribulation, worth all and forsooth
The keeping flame, of reason and romance, in these we our...

Prepare yourself for an obvious love, it always does
Ornory love is next, the terror a final dose of your own means
Obligation wins the race, of humanity in different clothes
Order before cares, is a hand to share with the bride of the winds

What did your mother say when I told you this?
The riddle goes like this:
A home is a faerie to swim the length of a flame, how is this possible?
Presence and patience, and flowers named for you, have you to wonder, are you about a first kiss?

Meet the rare?
If the length of same, those
Complete the gift of where
With the smile of need, we would like to know...

Share a liberty in a clash to tow
And town's of vestige, kept to owe
Regardless of simplicity or a complex home
Taste for a callous wish, was found to be asking if love...?

Singing a song, about an awaited friend?
Looking here and there, to begin a pact
Of allure and seclusion, that compliment's our wend
All of us and ire's of them, came with a road to fact's...

Preoccupied with the common, the actual, and they's more
Peace came with a stone of fortune, worth well...
Met in the reasons and the pace, done to host a query forming
The very words of powers we find in a clash, with a uniqueness's bell

Security at the cost of most and host's innocence?
Fair, to see a face here with the senses of tear's...
Friend's halt, many will, nothing older but question's?
Curiosity steps forth, and sincerity takes back one, for years...

Fate's light's of providence we have never seen?
Mercy in a capable intention, with a ghost of a chance
Cordial and taken to strives, of and's coping means...
Love is a named choice, with children to see, happenstance

Adopted?
And weary time to live and let live
My needs are but heathen conscience as if consequence opted
For a savior of once and forever, time comes to those who give...

Loan of sincerity
Height to a swallowed pride
Music from nothing, so you can be free
Where and why for, the logic we hide?

Peace with earthen stares
Life with a could, to save a friend
Marvelous paces of rue to fair
Can we have the truth of your sigh's, and amends?

Yet, in view...
Time to serve as a backdrop, to glances and glares
Use of a believable form, to the vice's we soon
Risen altogether, in the name of a conscience that cares?

Live with us in the home of nary come stilled
There in, the about, the pout and the vow to earn
Sophistication to understand a serious question, little
Is a moment with our kindness, the fate to learn?

Candidly...
The wealth of a world come to ire's and fascination
Is a role of yearned for call, to a wishful means
We see your smile in the eaves, asking a host, if we can?

More power to you...
Life with a rhyme and a reason, found for a capable mere
Of resolute have to the habit of might make's right's that do
The impossible, when we have simple courage to hear...

Grant me the speed
Heaven if not a haven of acceptation
Call of a miracle's friend, them to conceive
Bared seldom, and the rise of a right to silence a secret's sin

Soap and today's sun
Has followed a care, so tight
So beautiful in the name of cruelty's fun
Where one invited nightmare is it's light

Joy
Just to ire...
The paradise I saw, is a parable beyond an earthen coil
When we save the sight of a future, I have seen a wishes fire...

Press for me the candor of angst, a ghost I met once...
The tows of shrewd contact, to a lot, of questions that sow
The response of anarchy, to a blow of wind we saw bare a dragon
That has no name, but the one I gave to it, for a rose

Clay?
And the stark face of nothing, loved
By the forces I hated, except for a shred of decency
Same side of peace we will with a banal blindness, like us...

Have and the blessing of another ghost
Dance with us, until legend is none more, adage
Smile and defy the world, of a lip that has forsaken those
Till a resolve is no longer a host, of my pain and rage

Sorry no more alienation, which
In the true voice of now redeemed, is a callous share
In the levity of prowess to identify a chaste
Simply put, tomorrow...

Pies in a round eye
Shown to be, the coming rain
Reigning with ourselves, mirrors or lies
To take advantage of a meager silence, that came

My name...
Pride in a rolling haze
Suggesting the health of compliment, to shame
The world you seek, is a round eye in a daze

My calling...
To wishes that subtlety claimed is vanity
Doors of acquired tastes, and the bother of falling
Into sincere enough arms for a rush of sanity

My home...
Songs that care for one step more, thresholds
Of courage with a stiff upper lip, see the known
Like a friend has two fates, willful or guidance's jewel's

My number...
Tree's of fortitude and exaction, expecting one in return
Totaled hindrance and careful reasons, taken to fruit of the humbler
Advance of conscience on a rule of thumb, that is a prowess's quiet earn

My silence...
Is bought by it, et al
Judged like the marvel, we tell a story to, on the chin
Living day to day, in a head to share, what will...

Sunshine with a memory
For you, a silent opportunity
In a stranger's smile, the thief of worry
Has a callous sake, a gift to those that seek nativity

A role of simplicity, if not seemly kind
The searching and adoring reach
Of sincerity in churched thought, is a wieldy mind
Of patience for mercy to step forward, and claim each?

Behave yourself, a promise to keep
Has the voice of uncertainty
When if, is to be a heart in the leap
Of such, to verify vanity is much more than a key

Have, and hello...
So fine, adjusted to curious mores
Nary come a well-wishing same, in spare owe
There is always the option, of determining lives worth

Falling asleep, in the sun
A wind of sparer tows, to remember a fate beyond...
Sulking in the needs of another, welfare of whole, come
Has a burden let, been the sake we knew, of a graceful some?

Lions of worth
Sheer actual and letting a moon...
Save this last dance for danger
Creation and beckoning silence, come too soon

Throne of sense, a dissuading knot
Persuaded to live in the opus, the chastity
Of courtesy's phantom, a wisdom caught
A wisdom capable of the roses of vanity...

Vantage one (soliloquy)
Threats of privilege, share the land
Sour or dour, the notion to quell, is heed
Stricken with the mores of wishes, the tongue to wonder

Vantage two (espousal)
Worlds of visit, vicinity, and vagueness
Together for a question, in the form of wealth
We see your tomorrow, for today in a mirrors bless...

Vantage three (fulfilment)
Sweeter as us, than you have a right to be
The tongue of vice, a victory of spirits, and solace or lament
Has the voice of harmony, like the very light we seem to eat

Vantage four (escapism)
The terror of repose, that has been divined
Sovereign to forces, with a greater eye, than the silence of despotism
Has reached the known, the curiosity of a simple sigh...

Sign's of the times
Hatred is our reward, no fool without a yesterday
That has, become a terror with us, the saviors of lives
With a solitude we offer is confusion, and the mercy of angels, which may...

Though a light says hello
Quiet acceptation, of a varying praise
With the comment of seem, the society of owed
Cares, in the name of gifts of the legends we laid

To rights, and the haste in a clashing voice
See the guidance we due, a host of subtle
And taken with the known, a certainty to source
The questions of life, has loves embrace fulfilled?

Stares of decision in the fate we predict
A salt for the rest of humanity, a treatise of kind
We know like a sensible poem, a fashion elect
To the bracing steps of judgment, that have liberty to mind

Will you remember me, when the dread of a sincere thought
Heeds the better of said, inner-most trial and error
Found in my live and let live, the notion of seldom sought
Though seldom is my honor, my reward for time fairer?

The kiss is direct, and to the point...
Many people may come and go, but a time to remind
Is the opinion of couth, a simplicity of loyalty and mercy's toil
That has the bared fate of it and even more, the hour of light to sigh

Witness me...
Courage in a handful of kindness
Professed soap, a hope sharing in all anarchy?
Has the sense to let a wish bless...

Privilege is my game
Tows of resolve
With anecdote to serve same
Adding but its name, a risen haunt...

Causes control themselves...
Curious was a furious jewel...
Golden sighs of worth, have what delves...
Reasons share, the past; long before a hell...

What, was a quiet existence?
For the rest, of a sojourn...
That is the limit, to unison; amends
Reaching for sincerity, the wish to earn...

Arriving at life's purpose
Saving ideology from proper humanity
Sat in the name, of seldom become a host
Today is more, than a wonder declaring a vanity...

Burden in clashes, of simplicity
Suggest to an envy, the talk of youth
To awaken from a tight slumber, the roof of tenacity
With a city to share the bed, with roses and the emergent couth...

We're...
A hair in the eye, with a solemn trust to escape
Passion in a firey embrace, the gifts of unity assure
A looking hour, to see the better of mirrors, that we hate

Perhaps **** and its aftermath should
A whole comb of duty, to clarify the known run
Courage to develop a taste for each other, when milk has a liberty in could
Love in a total of vanity for fate, only worsened by ice and its come

Babel
Told to sit down, for anecdote and town
In the heed of a new care, character to finish it's tea, with manifests oil?
And the contrary news of the past, a future with our dances, to own...

Sated by remorse
An evil eye, a salient gift
Silent to you, is the first of many worse?
Speeds of compliment, to understate an eye to lift...

Roads of paradise?
And the heat of a romance's kindness
Swear by the austere, a callous force to wizen?
In the mind of decency, is the sanity of guidance to attest...

A kiss of harmony...
And the children of sincerity, with no moment of goals
Sovereign tools of seldom seemed, alive in the sky's intimacy
Pick your poison or your letter, a challenge of dismay is here to fulfil

Likened to stillness of a metal that has the time...
Stir your future in a clashing spoil, of what was our hope
Saved by stone, and the still eternity of steel, is God after your life?
Notice the momentum of love, sanity is a relationship in hatreds cope

Blue of the sky...
Seldom with a kissed order, to heart and the thirst...
Of ventures and seem, ready to give you an able why
Just for the canniness of promises, the sky has burst...

Turn of the century
Into a legend before the scope
Of redundancy and its mine, a handsome query
We make for the times are a changing known:

Life is my first party
Simple and sound to an idea of friends
Keep the salt, at a smile once many, and now arty
Shame you can get rid of, like a mere makes amends

Sitting by the table, and waiting over a beer
Friends come and go, like a tooth of resolve
Time in its elastic earn, reasons we found dear
To a paunchy lip, and their noble intent for all

A friend sits down by me, a careful glance
"Is mine and yours a rhythm to tell"
"A different story than doubt, and the average of instance"
Thinking a bit, the beer talks to me, in a courage's riddle

If everything is so good and bright, by todays standards
Will a life see the better of a tear or the terror of love to call
Only the did and the done can tell, it thinks, irony's order's...
Finished with the beer, I stake my claim on mercy and might for all

"A legend it is, we know can be, the voice of gesture and the just"
"Look well for me, at the stir of omni patience, it was a hair of a chance"
"Like a rising mind to think and save, a friend from the inclination of dread, thus"
"I see a choice in the mist, like a change of God's given season's"

Yearning poise?
Another soul to bother
Worthier phrases in a choice
Hand to shake, like a season of others...

Total's of sense, and survived anxiety
To take their time of a lovelorn embrace?
True to simple heed, and a heathen sovereignty
Slow moment's, on the behalf of a needy facts, if not patience to face?

Kiss me when I am ready, the turn of is...
Into isn't a welcome share, of deem and its duty
Required in the safety of our misogyny, a comparative bliss?
To seek a new finality to a friend's endeavor, mere and dear we...

See the wings of a time...
We stole from beguiling kisses, the don't of remain
The dole of severity to change its mind, for a spare trying
Till we issue anger's charm, and its focus of eyes that ordain...

Wishes?
And the spate encouragement of suppose before the height legendary
Tarry in a shown way, to ask, if intimation is a speed to if
A hero has a moment in held belief, or is this the shadow of decency?

See the guarantee of a lowly hand, come with all and purpose
And the might in a shall, we divine is the poise in a presence?
Found virtue and clues, of the demand of another host...?
Here is a shred of saving many, from the powers that be, again

Best
Rued to a fault
Simple chaste, to work its magic, lest
We become a foul step forward, but with a salt

The days grow long
Toward a resolved rainbow
Is a heathen the most, the song?
When lovers find a gait to life and soul

Many nights have passed
Mercy in a frank discussion about reasons
We make for each other, when pride has us to last
The tale of purpose extant, the coming hope of love won

Terror in a clenched fist, some by guarantee's and some to live
With the conscience of slyness afoot, but with courage
Found, in the hold of significance of a heart to give
The truth in a God given, though liberal use of its day

Twain, the sight of complexity to assure the known
We are the call of simplicity in the reach of voice
***, strength, even sincerity to fate a mind blown
With cause and comment weighed for a best's choice

Couth
In the mouth of babes, until the yawn of finesse has atone
Were and still, the common tow, of reigns that complete the youth
Of a misery with no name but the one given a moment, at home

Older in the punch
Blessed in the time, of a unity to egg
Beg me a shoulder, a duty in a hunch
Satiety is a walk with truth's we fate to a rhyming neglect?

Bitterness is in heaven...
Haunted milling of a sense of rage...
Lessoned hindrance to fortify the accord of leaven...
Simple arrogance, in favor of the music to face...

Sweet?
Sourer than dread itself...
Made to cruise and tarry, the work of an angel
Threatened by the scope of your admission, an unction of health?

Such a fight, for a piece of bread?
Aloof tones of demand and the scale of uniqueness, to worry
Is a relationship with sense, apropos to a kick in the head?
Or is this sickness of vice, and its victory with anxiety and fury?

Twist of patience and the cornerstone of the rhyme
Sickness is our day, and the day comes with a price
Saged as a mortal coil can be, to welcome home a whole trying
Is still a relationship with exhumation and wishes to wizen...

Your father and penicillin...
Pride and the door of infamy...
One more time, is a master of time, willing
To show you the ropes, or is worth, an estranged vanity?

Tooth to tooth
Set in ways we will never understand
Paces of pride, that collect a heat for who'th
Is to be king of the hill, when we encourage the land...

Pining oddity's, and a friend named ecstasy
The waiting rise of fortune is ours forever...
Even until, even unless all of a cause has an identity
We come home to, the aim and the look of a destiny's lover...

Born to cares and copes of seldom seen mortality?
Saving the hope of anger with a grasp of infidel's?
Taking the time to wish in open airs, I am that I civility?
Kisses of instinct in austere fashion, ready to live well?

And no name provided, a cold shared in the glamor of since
No cloth of recognition, that is the speck of dust that did us in
Enter the voice of composure, that has the calm of avarice to binge
And a summary address, of society that comes and goes with allure winning

Feel, well, used?
Join the club, and answer the riddle of a lifetime
When jealousy makes a home for you, is justice to be abused?
Look hard and pardon a callous need, with sincerity, the words you seek are a crime...

Wishes, worth, whence
Patience we fate, and allow
A hard sport of commitment, a pace again
The day with a spoil of voice, we how...

Decency in a handshake?
The role of passion for a nearing so...
To deliberate a silent measure, of past's mistake's
Candor to else, we find ourselves, a quaint no...

Typical, a friend of mind's to each a moment
Will simple ease, and cares, add to same?
We seem to be, a choice affluence...
True to inspired hap, where a guidance of names...

Stares of energy, we find show air's and void's of many
Shall and the season of youth worth kindness, keep act's?
We deem a relative resolve, to tact and fancy?
A reach for adrenaline and its shadow, the communion of pact's?

Will we see amicability and a brand new heart to tell the tale?
The difference between whole and whimsey, natures
Of compromise and significance, to a hopeful resort, for hell...?
That comes and goes, like this, is a shadow made for curiosity...

God and befriending the able minded forces we call a family
Can a happier share of charisma seen, begin here?
And a swallow of bared vicinity in love, be, the courage of finality
Willing to say in heed, a presence for another's fear?

Judged appointed
Anoint a challenge, in the cue
We work for, all too soon, jealousy's lot
Waiting on me, the condition of a query to look...

Salty exchange
The core of decision
And the irony in a look so strange
Weal, to verify a stay, of what is derision

Spaces for pain...
And the cold shoulder of a quiet
Knowing a name has the courtesy to stay
Will we save a shared eye, from the blessing we saw, have twilight?

Pairs of discipline, taken to tokens
Of worth, ornery and otherwise
When also comes to a ribald joker
The truth in a careless whisper, that knew what to despise...

Despisal itself
Poor old countryman, with a bitter lip
The poise of purpose, a choices wealth
If the savior, the dare, the nary come whit?

Destiny
And the callous cowardice of a journey to sate?
That has come and went, with a riper intendency
Till we meet again, the ruse of what was another mate...?

All, of simple options
Through the dark; of a little more
Satire; than whole resolve, the comparison of sin...
Has a voice, some equate with God, and his war

Cares to fulfil, an ancient prophecy...?
Where is bliss a taste of changes poise and its chances kin?
In the bathroom... a head for intimacy?
Try the vice now, the tarter the commotion, the lesser the lesson of sense...

Of a tear that revolted against, you...
Whether simple ask and acts, the done
To a cold shoulder is a wisdom to add a skew
Of silences just, are you ready for a friend that may forbid come?

Hatred, and the remorse of composure to a new face?
Set to rights, the climbing urge to share the tow...
Of a wiser question than sameness, in the sour way we make peace
A salt to the liberty of can't, being have hands for what was passion allowed?

Conscience, does a circumstance of weal, begin with us?
Proper to ourselves in the name of sigh's that devote the future all
To a whisper, that begat good nature to a realm of a silences disgust
Need in a poison stare; new is yours, now is mine to never fall...

Tale of the none, with silence
The risks we endeavor, are forever?
And a daydream, that has a moment to suffice
Create me an avid soul, shrewder thoughts for lovers...

People of charming since
And guarantee's hence, with a smile
Of recourse, I will know a rage, insight lends
The times of virtue in calm, and duty to shyness...

Mercy in a carried few
Witnessing the gifts and presence of mind
With the senses of curiosity come patience, we due
To a passion of simply asking for help, in time

Allied solace, the terms and needs of equity
Privileged intuitions of a charity in call, and prowess
The turn of composure into gold, absentia in divinity
Suggesting hope, is a long cool look at love we guest

Many days like these
Energy in forms we can understand
Solitude forth a response, to aging tomorrows we please
First and foremost, the basis of comparison to answer a land

My needs are my promise
Salutations in couth, the liberty to accept austerity
With the sincerity of kind, a sharing seemliness of the wise?
And to a shrewder how in the season of now, the candidness of disparity?

Find no weight
No spoon of deliverance without a shadow's key
Past the runner's of our dream's, sate
Is a pulse of excitement, to look and see?

Press not for silence, when prayer's are at ends
Finish the many, before the meal of decadence
Creation is our first syllable, them, then teeth to amends
Here are the stirring's of victory, we will save for kinds

Now is the time, we remember
Iota's of just delivery to the notion of calm and cool...
Witnessing of a promise in bared season, the more, we humbly
Keep the passage of an egg, the better we still thriving, few

Kiss me, the times are for a shall to depend
The completeness of similarity to our confession:
A boat is silence approving, if well hosted to lend
In the may is sight, of the reality of visiting patience's lesson

Days gone by, and finality knows its score
Life with another dread, that has seen the moment's come alive
With our understood hope, meant in the nerves and gaiety of war
Will a child of curiosity, find the world about danger, native?

Ink and hammer
Brethren in the way, of family's
Of couth, we know you like dimmer
Minds, that adjust to another's stare, for wishes ease

Lies, betrayal, ******...?
Social climbing in a handsomer mirror...
Where the buffalo rose to a cause that saw your...
The taint of cope, and the curious way we dance in fear

Kings of promises, for the rest of eternity?
Stoic to a fault, the compliment of justness
In the eyes of love, the tale we adjust to vanity
Till the world has its heed, of a subtler guest...

Patience, we think, aloud
Is a cornered friend, with a dread to spend
Recreation and the stir of misery, also in those eyes, so proud
Life to a wish that has a rages star, that reminds:

A house of means and sense
Loft to a rolling courage, to win the compliment
Of unity and total, the causes we save from suspense
And the nature of sorrow for a manhood, that saw all in a silent...

Pretty to fickle, all true
Sovereign in light, and due
Sacred with love, come soon
Time can hospitality, sated who?

Rhythm of a pacing simplicity
Acts and freedom, to tell a story...
Shy faces, with these we indignancy
A callous form and its sources, with which we worry...

Worlds away...
The dancing now, and its vice with how
Suggestion is timid, and stoic, shade
Saving the gift of suppose, we notice allow...

Voiced anger, the rhythm of mere suggestion
Havoc, to come and question, a far away silence...?
Minds to verify a given stone, the break for intimation?
Is ours; are they esteem, or are they courting a promises chance?

Pity a fool for the future...?
So somber, the cares in lent choices, the truth has become
A character in a kiss, violent enough to worth curiosity
Of the pain we see, a chastity to accept a savior for home?

Epitaph, to a drama in the street
Sudden lips of shame, and the take of finite stares to heaven
Wishes and carnal know, the none you felt in heat
In the hour, and with time to slam doors, done is our reason...