Letting wings
Tell the story...
Marvel at a sunshine's keep
When the bravery of simple and worldly...

Suppose a charity of kind
Vainer though kept, to these we mind
A house of resolve, a yearning time
To remind even the littlest hopes to find

Gages of wan, wonder in the eye?
Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere
Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie
Of conscience to have, the least's we fare

Cope, sincerity, and honor
To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse
Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs
To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose

Without a voice to fly
A hap and demand of sustained go
Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while
Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold...

A broken promise?
A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter
Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's
A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better

Day to sweeten
Day to finish a thought
Day to exact sovereign
Day to dream, a world is odd...

Done?
Wealth of a sincere wish
Taken to example, for a kinder love
Silence is a house, seek me when a star's finished

The tired eyes of tragedy
*** of a wanton song
Never heard, except by my marvel, an oddity
Of measured distance, for decency, all along?

Time with a friend
Sharing a word, with sallow imagination...
Tirades with a ploy, is this the end?
Couth or courage, adding the face of silence

Fate of desire, that came:
Fate in a charity, to serve
Fate of a copious sense, of shame
Fate has made a with, without a dread to earn a curse

Austere
The role of a diamond in the rough
Rolling from thumb to pinky, here
Is a waiting eye, that has seen misery laugh...

Peace be on you, or for as long as we know can
True to thrown light
The integrity of cares, we pace with and
Next and purpose, is a curious season by rights?

Long issues with a fist of service...
Memory served, as shrewd as chances are meant
From here to adage, the challenge of sigh's
Making asking's weal, to save and favor the side, lent

Possession of a charisma's, assume
Through the binding heed, of another limit...
Light and superiority to meet, fate beyond doom
The time is a proposal, in time with a marveling human spirit?

Could, in the calm of shadows...?
Sense in league, to know a reality set to eyes, avoided?
Comprising, if not the completion of semblances, to owe
And spill the quality of the universe, to another choice...

An expensive laugh...
A holy fight with speed's avarice, the totals of communion
Taken to spare and destined, wills of wishes that hath
A new eye for simple lessons, of what a guidance is sooning...

Query with a solace that has freed the future, with kindness
The total of response, a remorse we never knew without a friend...?
In the way of cope, in the stay of seldom, and the may of bless
Of a shadow of dismay that selects you over quite, the poise we know, silences

Demonweed
Hell we are, out on the highway
Salt and sin, essential to miracles we avoid
Saving you from the sunshine, that has it to say...

Shadow shadow, another separate irony
For the tongue of us, a hallowed guard
Set to clarity in a scope, to defer to righteous agony
Of a battled hour, with sour punch, comes the sweet ward?

Speak of the devil, ready to have another sense
Of liberty in a careful world, and the tooth of commotion
Still ready for the mirror, to tell a tale that with suspense
Is a road **** waiting to happen, the truth in a bothered devotion?

To time with a tale, that has begun before we even care
Staring at the fallen, the gaiety of alien, shares
So identified by clashes with hindrance, an evil liar...
With no eyes for seclusion, seldom in spells of where?

Spare condition, and a meted cotton panel to adjust
The route to tomorrow with Satan's looking glass, a hassle
Come to life in our hopes and dreams, to know a curiosity of us
Was a bitter harvest of money and its eye sore, worth a contrite soul?

Demonweed
Happy little cry, about a patience beyond the wheel and out
Who is a contrary force to be reckoned with?, and who saw the deed...
Of composure seeing the coming, of a new half, of when audacity's pout

Besides forward none
Alive in the able sight of love
Comparison is such a fastidious come
To seek a rational for guidance, we know does

But we know how to part
The language of symmetry in vice
The gift of a kiss, to seek the rued same, so alert
Where we have been, the suggestion of liberty to silence

Care for a step more?
Even wear the austere, as a badge of kind?
Here is sight so admired, the pence we gird and for
To look between the words of instinct, to give why

Shame, we have met you before
Stoic and driven, to the poise of consciences few
Worth the hand of contemplation, cope so we can assure
A legend of marvel's to be, a hardship in look's of soon

Rolling with the hunches
Safety in a tiger's eye
Has become a lucid scent, a possible unction
To the staring hour, we remember for denial...?

Saviors to break for it...
Sated pleas of untoward necessity...
Themselves, in the grasp of order and wit...
Speed of patience, to a wealth we knew should, politely...

The thunder we dote, was a marvel...?
Sent to merit for the ultimatum baring
Brief as loves boredom can be, the smile is actual
Where sincerity is from ear to ear, the want of caring

Do you remember me?
Like calling a kiss a sweet lightning
Come from the cloud, we devote to ourselves, see
The question of unity become our only hope, realizing...

A real tooth of repose and hindrance, that knows, you
Ready to chew nothing but the thought, of callous interim
Where we are, the tone of a silent voice to see the rue
Of compliment, are we that we are, a solution to anarchy's whim?

Sweet deliverance
Set to wishes only a courage's mind could blow
Forces and prowess to assure an imagination with seemly chance
Timid as we are, is a truth the only, when in the house to know?

Breath of a promise
Such for sincerity or more
The chance to walk with a vice
Is reality to sulk at the advances of worth?

***, was a friend...
Done to delineates tea
The world in being ends
Only when sour blessings make free

Change your mind...
With a handful of hope, found in your norm...
Savior's mere, a calling of kinds...
Sanity to dance and dance, with beauty to form...

The very words, to life was dread, mere
Dear to a shadowy fear, of reasons
Succinct enough, for lead word's to hear
The music of persuasion, in loves season

Cares that only an angel could know:
Devil's with a taste, for humility
Should begin with patience, as a wind to blow
Baring the with, the other side of a simpler vanity?

Peace, misshapen?
Welcoming the glance of interim
Somehow in a serious first, the bout of time taking
Is to be a new friend, with power to suggest, a whim

A friend with no place for own
A friend with no sense of shadow
A friend with no speed to questions sown
A friend with no hatred for a lip to owe

A friend without a challenge in love
The tender years of voice, to awaken at misery and us
In limits and salt, the vow of when life does
Does, a here and now in longevity, think time is enough?

Is my friend a noisome ghost?
Or is your instinct of a climbing same?
Told to reserve a justice, in the patience we found to host
Is an eye for decency the only kind, to a future with a kisses fame?

Gift's all in line
Harrowed but honored
Gift's tied with twine
Half of all known, for...

Speed in a lore to you
Sweet water and the marvel of salt
In a human ring, the truth we do
The truth we have, and know is a fault

If sin ever comes to dance
Powers in love, with a new man
A new plan, for what keeps even, to an instance
With pining lip's and living perhaps, is all can

What is contrary thought, when a savior goes by?
Long talks in front of the fire, with a bit of who'se
The right old and frank, justice in sully and lye?
Long talks indeed, with a marvel for you, youth

Abc's, the truth we saw, begin here
With a faerie and a staring hope, the concern
Of watches and witches, to understand we're
A love in passing hope to a better earn to learn

Older considering can uses reach
For a word to the wise, as if a redoubt is the blessing
Gift's with a moment to spare, come by each
The next sense of didn't, a worthy sincerity lest we mean...

Firsts of fruition, fists of fusion
With the glance of decency, the divulged
Has a clash so profound, the tooth of sincerity and allusion
Made the martyr in your hand, the spoken and the wall...

So pleasant, for a hand to hold...?
Subtlety, in the defense of instigation
A whole of worlds epistle, room for gone and told
Might's language to liberty's of virtue, we value more, then imagination...

Running for the door?
As shrewd as a lent smile, with disparate courses?
To a finished while, the understanding of cope, worth its war
That sits and knows the frustration, of blessing the moment of your forces

Friend or foe, the tows of judgment have been...
And the skill's of service elucidate, the instinct of joy...
Totaled with the nerves of composure and its namesake, leniency...
Presumed patience and its eaves dropping courage, is a lover coy...

Today? and the knowing honor of sensibility
The door is open, for a question and gift of happenstance, heed
That has the silent secret of obsoleting behalf, of serendipity
To look, with the eyes of life, and see done is an angry need...

Rendered offenses
Sweat in the opinion, sakes
And due attention, to reason amends
Acting only a little saner, the stark stare a host makes...

Do you notice, evermore?
Anyway, the truth we prepose of...
Has a callous beginning, too sore
For a challenge of wisdom, that even does?

Prayers of dour anger...
For the aspire and means we favor
With a realm to a touch, tough knowing you and life's danger...
The reality of another fight, with sin as the futures flavor?

Speed has a question, dwindling in the wind
Suspect days, to redoubt and list the scope of an argument
That has the silence we afforded it, to keep the shadows of kin
Proper is as proper had, the hush of simple tomorrows, a problem to relent...

Toward sharing, the taste of a hoping kiss...?
That when recognized, sympathy is an answer; only a heed can tell...
The prayer of estrangement, has become a chastity's wish
Will a savior in love, know the better of kindness; here's your hell...

With a baring lip, that has suggested a toothsome reply to quips
And hearts to accept the solace of terror, a harrowing finish to past lies...?
That began and ended with a promise found in the bolting and gray wits
Of a dread simplicity, still running to wisdom's charity, which requited...

Insight on a vacation...
Merit in a running joke
What has no shoes until you get, there
And likes it that way, unless you poke?

A king...
Weal in the variety to exchange
The mention we approved as a thing
To languor and deprive, the silence we strange?

Does that mean we get to sneeze?
Habit and a lowly court
The fascination of method's in time, if not being these
The art of choices we know can, an estranged sort's...

Heed, the count of images that make us a luck...
Till we are the promise of a lucrish home
The applied and mighty tongue, will make the hill's amuck
To the point of simplicity in more, an actual thumb...

A queen...
Life to well wisher's and the import of cloth
We seek the moment's of callous history, in whim's
Of a step forward, if not the step back, in duress's ought?

Integrity has a cold shoulder for vehemence's sound
And logic of persuasion and heed, is our forte
The cares it took, and the irony we intimate, found
In the hands of youth, we will know is a mutual lore...

Passive none, and the sincerity of a vow
To question but the navel of a guarded hour, we term
To be, the inclusion of a world to situate with how
Ask but the cost of am's privilege, and see, the carefulness we earn...

Wasp addendum
More than out of and
Quote the finality, well to avoid...
A sting that churched a brassy man

Wasp substantial
Adding the heed, of couth and comparison
Does a reach for time, understand arousal?
Quiet time searching for youth, that knows the question...

Wasp divine
Kiss and kindred, the tools of solemn tone?
Enchastened with a host, too cursory to be orders vision
We hear the spoil of the wind, become a new loan

Wasp merciful
Craving a thought, to tell a tale kept
By the unity we foresaw, a heard bliss still...
Was a chance meeting with a yearning fate, bereft?

Wasp earthen
Where souls intertwine, the taste of home
Is a careful wish, foreseen in the earning?
Or should might, take the time to intend guidance as done?

Wasp witnesses
The tow of commonness, in the voice of salutations
Memory served, the break of justice in a winds shade
Here to fore, timidity is a challenge, for a truer intuition...

Instinct in a row
To secure itself, a useful how
Names and edify, the tooth we save, now
With the baring of a sound idea, to allow

A drink of water...
A malleable smile, with the times to know...
A handshake with security for out, the fate we heir...
A climbing suspicion, to tell the tale, the world we owed...

A name with the sense to live
And let live, the grace be a common done
And duty observed, the opus to give
Where hope is a share in the unity we have begun

By the way, and with merit's song to approve
Time is a shrewd show of when the turn of contrary ide
Is a whole defense of what a candor can be, a host to lose...
Is a jaded heed the only friend, we have, the order and presence of snide?

Sour guarantee's, the soul of misery
Avid to ones self, the truth in an about crisis, with which we adore
The still thriving anecdote, of charity in a clashes poise, even history...
Is a fool for the shame of itself, when patience has seen the war...

Snow was my first...
Places to tell the world to come, does
Through the ides of irony, eventually worst...?
The count of sincerity in a future, won with hoary love?

Tales told carefully before you...
Terror and a lip with time to tell
Loans of call and courage, to select our fate, due
Shown the sour ways we depart of pain, for a wish in hell...

The times in may's meaning, to keep another, kind...
Needy is my view, a stare of rendition
And honor, come to firsts as if to find
A heat of cope and sophistication, with simplicity's intuition?

Promise me anything but a shared light?
And see the curiosity of my worth, become my deed
Saving from the could, excuses in the faring, of senses mighty...
Will a world of beauty come to collect all, become any's lead?

Contrary to philosophy and the ailing we find
Time is an around need, with sensitivity's virtue
Giving me, a whole of space and despair, as long as heed serves?
The tone of my choice, and never the voice of hope, even and due...?

I am doting
I am voting
I am hoping
I am souling

Than,. why do I run around like an idiot?
Because senses gift's...
Where is the scope of another friend; to leave?
And show the spare and found care, of eye's to lift...

Right there...
And with the lover of decency in tow...
A hap of a house of a hat, of a hatred to fare
Is liberty for those that mean it, or is all and owe?

When I see the rage I made...
Sophistication is to be, a cornered exaction
Taken for a method and stone of seriousness, I wade
Into the argument of another's lifetime, with sincerity's action...

If guest's have warm
Blankets and conscience for the night
Will biding tension form the belly of the night, simplify worth?
Focus of semblance and heard, in right...

Time with a memory found
Trusted bastion's and fathoming the cycle
Of hindsight and it's more, a strength so proud?
With a sense of admittance and it's honor, come full circle...

Strange, the timidity of cease and desist
Truer to a wealth than to hopeful poor...?
Turning with a charisma and heed, a light will insist
Is this smile of revealing hour's, and will knowing it, war?

Presence of cope, and a common taste
In the burden of similar breath and mirth, to suggest the kind
Silence in intervening places, and the guidance of haste
Into the corner of surmised hopes and gains of reason's rhyme
        trying?

Just to say, we found your smile in a corner last night
Patient and satisfied with a mind of matter's
Will simple relationship's with a candor, and its might
Have the sense of ourselves or the light which flatter's?

A true friend, will answer nothing but the blessed
For a courage in the normalcy we save, for the silent dreams
We share, today and ever with hope, for a salt in our lest...
Can't a friendship order the sharing home, with what one another,
           seems?

A true misery, will notice the door of ask and opportunity
Since we are the paces of compromise and hence, the offering
Of life to itself, the dread we make for other's to see...
Is a wish wild in the wind, where simplicity was accepted lean?

A true mystery?
Why people of astounding host's, inception and moment's hath...?
The awakening house, and the chastity of sincerity worth history
Patience? shared ordeals of quiet, and sour heed, of a lover's wrath?

Persuasion in differing tones...
Of voice, when no one is ever more than fun
Sinking feelings and inheritance of a question, moans
Will a silences signature, become the order of some?

Fun, and the stir of liberty in the shade
Wasn't a call to heed, adding the mystique of need
The courting of baring another such, for fate
To a challenging hour, the candor of when a sight leads...

Leads you to wishes, of a world without shame
Today and finality, a character in jest and tow, the purity
Of capability if a dancing lore, that loves to find a name
In its hands for another, dance that is, not the hell of disparity

Seriously, the charity of composure, if not cope
True to its own, and the allegiance of might over heart's matter
Today is a walk in the park, with a christened hope
To look and see, the idea of purpose and challenge, to add here...

By the way, where has chastity been?
Seething pain of misery in haps direction, the irony of folk
And their craving for a mutual understanding of deem
That has asked you in no uncertain terms, is a reason to smile, a blessing in the yolk?

Since meaning you
A tool of wishes that never was
Mercy me, and the tone of a voice, with should...
The times are a glittering star, that knew ourselves thus

Shape of things to come:
Hap is such a worldly ply, of a hosts among
Sense is mine, that could, a reprimand in heat and one
Same to you, after such an introduction, are we going long?

Share the bite of distance, the tale to tell
Is heed, a speed with special eyes?
If nowhere has a call to air, the littlest bit of well...
A hard swallow of persuasion, a solace with moments of pride

Sacred? or the stir of person's in the name
Of cope, the tooth to display a better tongue
Which for a seldom used word, is the better of a cares fame
Caught in the now, and lost in the voice of eaves, wronged?

History
And the calling of a world to the simplest of so's
Looking a sanity, with a single idea, a query
Of what was the cold shoulder of a smile, that came to woes?

And found me, in the turn of chaste into sweeter pasts
Time to remember the court, of decision we made
An aging hope, to live longer by the need, which asks
Is it time to dance again, like a prettier sorts said...

Life we don't?
Asking the mete, of a sojourn
Tis' and history, the order of our kind and homes?
Are in chaos, but for the eye's we earn...?

Names we didn't?
Time, to span the dole of courtesy...
Likewise we're certain, the gift
We render chaste, seems to be ours, the first

And last door on confusion
Taken to our vice, our vision of all
Who would, admit and secure an intrusion?
To the hip of comment and commotion, in these eye's we fall?

But the silence continues on...
Wished for angel's on the tip of the tongue
Many and maxim, to satisfy a jealous wrong?
That we saw in reality's eye's, also a heart among...

Pain, understanding or life to lead love?
When you same the count of simplicity...
For a nature of complexity, that has made a covenant
With us?, the liberty in question to avail a many...

How?
Disgusting or discussed with a mutual live
We know the laughter you are hearing, is a cunning house
Taken to example for a just but baring hap, in the robust, give...

Sanity we compare
To a lemon hiccough, so salty...?
And meaning the best of heir's
When a star has a dream, sorrow has seen its calling

Winds and fires of a chance
Life in the renown of hurry and haste
To will the smile immaculate, in these hands
We surmise the politics of acumen and pace

Promises we can make, in the advance of time
Through and through, the details to rhyme...?
Answer us still, baring a heaven and its lime
Will we save a graceful live, lip or light, subtly trying?

Till we meet again, the notion and the speak
Of a contrary day to the fast and frugal
Whimsy in a court of senses we season with each
Risen above, the call to ages and the marvel of what is now, all

Look a king will say...
And a queen, have an ear of psyche to endear a posed
Quiet and assumed privilege, with the loft of shrewd many
That has the truth in a noble can, see the childhood of hosts?

Beached craft
Begging a current...
When the sun shines, does water laugh?
Dependency is the joke, to never relent...

Oil, has forgotten the cares of us...?
Slippery and truthful
Teeth are sincerity's weapon, poised to hush?
A saving ask, of when the truth is same's goal...

Justice for a tear?
Simple chaste, to entail charisma
Form and function, with pity's honor?
Sake promised, a fate before silence and sanity...

A ****** eye, with a stark devotion...
Paired to consume
The deeds of actual shares, a time for notions
That played their part, to a divine doom?

When is water, a living miracle?
When it feeds you...
Spare shadows and hunger, and means to lend a will...
Avid to terror's dream, who else sniff's glue?

Named after distance
Mystique in a knowing glance
Of reason among season, and avid again
Shallow will predict awkward, and ought the risks of instance

A bell by any other name
Being a world onto itself
We seldom and select, a chance fame
To seek the hope of sincerity, with met silences, wealth

Shadows seem to know where to go...
When sense and the starved stare of pious redoubt
Has the cool legend and insincere myth, with which woe...
Is a sight in the mercy of other's, the wonder of clashes to pout?

We stir the nature, and it gives us light
Made from cares and good intent, the rhyme of justice
To look beyond the ordeal of neediness, a history to right
Itself amid courage's, cope and might's adding of seasoned vice

Taste the waters offered, and you will know it to
Yearning and youth's rancor, satiated by a coming plea
Will a choice of sense admit the many, or more to understate hold
Be my voice, when passion has come for still and till, thought's real?

Day of teases
Simple news I repent
Portion I will know, the play of youth, eases
With the calm, the claim of so much meant

Done
And forever one
The very bile of seek, come...
To these, for a smile I owed and won

The party
Of five, the calling to handsome shall
An ode, to what we have smartly
And the copings airs of decisions, I watched fall

From honors height, the tale to finish
And muster a new catch of days, meaning
A host of all, to refresh a smile that did lend a wish:
Since waiting is such a crucial live, why not a kiss even seeming?

Life, taught by a key
Seeking it's lock, misery for a pandered doling
****, have you seen the better of me?
Since we are all made, to seek knowing...

Might we be frank?
Soul's in a freedom that save the can
Have the sense of when eyes suggest anger
To be the lid to the problem, and...

A silent mistake
Known to keep, in the brutality of the wind
Simple news for a shadow to take
A future in the steps of those wiser, and sinning

Poor, potential and patience
Together for a name to rise above the land
And seem the pressure of ancient men, that sought ages
Of river's and cities, that did soul, with a bugs challenge...

Patterned after six, the moment of dinge's
Presumption in love, with anything but a door
Taken for a fool, or the shine of a gift in wings
Can you save heathen from the whistles we make for war...

Saving a clock for a friend
Stones throw a way
Meant few, can we see to sense?
Like-wise I'm sure, says the care

Timely forces, we can due
With the riches of many
Here is a might, to calmly who
The irony in a gift, to collect merely any?

Moment's we can tell
Halt and share, a word to a side?
Half of a sulk's mind, to ring a bell
Has seen our liberty's come from shied?

Though sense from time's comparison
Comes to us, the limit's we attribute
Here to say, the clarity we made, fun
Is a hosting where, we are but youth

Wink's will be friends, until, hell...
Patience's form is best served, understated...
Argument's with a fishes shadow, is always the better of little...
Curiosity is a vow to anything, but the fated...

Is it us...
Or is this lie, an anxious cause
Samed with real enough purpose
That a friend can never tell you, by the odd's?

Patiently yours
Welcome home, to a daring
Here and now, the irony to detour
A sweetened burden, that also is hearing

A heart of dismay
Share and see me, have a love
Letting simple is and ask, become a world to say
And cope with a curiosity of yours, us

Spare the sworn duty, and make a little kiss a dream
Timely to a different cause, we have the silence
Of a coping that has seen the better, become a team
Effluence is such a work to admonish, like again

A butterfly in the stomach
A butterfly with a song in heed, and minding the gift
You made, for appreciation's start, look where we look
Talk where we talk, and walk where we walk, is...

Ruin we will know, the run to future strength
And a happier deed, than a clash with possibility
That saw the unique have the dream, we took for lengths
Of another guarantee of when avidity finalizes a smile, we could see...

Time with meaning
Meant, asking a wish
Is a laugh our distance, to life's gleaning
An open letter, to irony as is?

Patience would indicate
The truer muse, innermost taste, and hosted day dreams
Willing to say, the climb of predictability, to same
In the notion of primordial honor, we find for seen?

Named but reminiscing, with a just
Few and shew, the rhymes of reason
And the host of rational minds, lest
We become the inferiority we claim, is the power's of one...

Have a tale, any man will say, until
The life of ought made baring, turns
Wishes into the callous, with its honor of little
Majesty's, the pass of common history, we know we can earn

But in all things good serving a praise of immediacy
Nature came, and clashes with the throng of time
Can presence of mind, work its magic in intendancy?
A most of chaste summation, has our sense to affirm trying...?

Will peace come to silence, when all is tender and quiet...?
The truth laughs with kindness, and the always we knew
To be the candor of liberties, and heart of many, we serve as might
The patience we name, to be the coping hour, we see is you?

Sly, the family of shyness's three
For the sour accords that make us cry
Time in the stead of other's, common to key's
And lurid marvel's, we dote, are but like sands of time...

An obvious ploy, at your heart of simplicity?
Senses and careful choices, that just listen to the stars...
We desire for another well being, truth to quench and appease
In the maying hold, that one day, the compliment of said and are's…

Will dance with me, like the sanity of hope...
Adding the might to sincerity, serenity for a tried and true
Succor, time with a dream in the hands of all, who subtly know
The yearning of thee, when push comes to shove, the here we knew...

Soul to soul, the reasons of omnipresence, to confirm the moment
When we were all equal, under the eyes of kind, and relent
To satisfy the homage of done, and duty, that lent a could, in the silence
Of a new heart, that has a courage in mind, for you that is a lament

Story of yet, earning the stillness of you
Where to fore, the gaiety of possibility is for any, who would say
The past's timidity, and the futures compliment of arduousness due
To the station of shame, we know can love the acts of psyche's many

Maybe, thunder
Maybe, tradition...
Maybe, language?
Maybe, lightning...?

Since we, are here...
The tact of unanimous smiles?
Taken from a burden we hear...
Is a logic best served, to question ideology's while

Rued friends, with gaiety's clock to bare fair
Is this the risks of virtue, taken well?
Shrouded in comparison, as if a secret where...
In the nature of worth and ourselves?

Same side to all's difference
Courage and prowess of a form
Expression in the voice of a chance
Were we the spare, the total, the reason, or the norm?

Savior's of assumption
And the milestone of impressive could
Life in a haze come and gone, with time asking silence...
Is a thought for way known, kindred and should...?

Like nowhere come of age
We see the condition of merit come home
With a new hurry and joy, to its step, a music to face
With a reach for blue sky's and marvel's we know, owe a heart to roam

Like to heavy
Lot's of maybe
And meaning the legend
Not the spare key

Door's with no place?
Finished with a kiss
Tool's and fool's, know the past
With promise, we see the wishes

Pretty old turtle
Handsome old fox
With a presence for you
Will we see the morning without...

Yonder best's
We bless with a common bite
Of better reason's, the love in ease
Taken to when, with a yearning might

Impressed world's
Known to spy a clever home
In the name of avarice, sometimes curious
Sometimes, the destiny of moment's...

Does the world know when to cry?
Avidly, the decision of cold...
Could, is a word to the wise
Marveling at a tear one day, could love share a final goal?

Many ways, with a single idea
Mere to fore, the day of vanity...
Sat in high regard, but with sharing as a trophy
Little faces; renown is a pace of charity...

Devoted to peace, a savior will say:
In my heart, with obscurity as a gift...
Measure upon now, new is to be may?
A swallow of pride, with an eye to lift?

From due, we are a family...
For youth, we intend to be free...
More who, than we know; is a key...
Or soon, patience will keep time for me...

With the eyes of truth
Means to an end, is a waking deem
Silent as sent, but met with seeming couth
Simple might, we took; from the world's dreams...

Nine angels
Care and naked simplicity
Future weal, to remind in open quarrel
Speed is a having guest, to avarice when implicitly...

A heart of darkness
And the cares of calling a friend to the table
Rued gestures of candor, a candle of secrets
And the stir of something greater, than a justifiable...

Looking hard, for a salient generosity of ply and can
Will a shared eye, begin here, or in the meet
Of promises told to take their time, a stodgy plan?
Letting boding become a shame? taking a seat...

Ten angels
And the blindness of voices attuned to a pitch
Vice and curiosity to tender a vantage, well
Who is the other side of privilege in the dark, so rich?

I am, says one, the truth in terrified gifts...
Is a language we can afford; a hatred of hearts, and nix?
With a nobility of silence, we have adjusted might's to is...
A hearkening joke, the only way to survive the day, ad sic.?

All flee, but the one, and the need of cause serious
To remember the taste of couth, complimenting the hour with aim
Did, says the one to remain, the word of composure is ours furious
Adding, says the rest to a whole comfort, I knew by the very name...

Notion to notion
World's away from it's summation
Till a shape of destiny show's
Here and now, the voice of indication

Paces with a stare...
Reason's behind the wall of sound
Places we know can, but took too seriously?
Where has a meant season, saved art allowed?

With the dance of harmony, we foretell as a body's key
The tooth we know, looking for devotion
The truth we owe, for out a sincere oddity
The tendency we go, with once in motion

Meticulous, the voice we hear
Time in its round about, turn with patience
Of the common prowess, to fulfil a world
Saying to us and them, do thoughts age?

Have in had, adding a wink
**** to truer sight...
Does a friends smile, ever stink?
Letting eye's wonder, can I save my own might?

The opinion of a surprised mess:
I have named deliberate
Sought cause, condition in succinct bests
Should a friend, have my world for sates?

Meaning...
Anticipation, is a cowards clue
Fate; fastness to a harrowed gleaning
Of what went where, and who?

Silly votes, at a guidance's ear
Requite the time, I saw straight
The door's of dependency, which consider
The risen order to love, a seeking of fate...

Might, passion be it?
Sense, with a sweet hour to cope
The rue of the truth, so finished a wit
That to some, a futures more, just may be hope

No light in here
Our fist's for fancy
Majesty is such a word
Compelling me to a gilded lienancy

Shame, do I know you like a flower?
Simple issues, to keep a life's vex
Poise, portrayal, and peace, where in is power
A fugitive of cold harbor's and season's elect

Patiently, none to seek
Truly, poor challenges of the kind
Come to those, with love to let
See the affirm, well to do in reason and rhyme

Now with a name
For isle's of forethought
We save ourselves in any voice to claim
Then and meted, between the morrow and lot's

Calm me for a salt?
When I hate the world, ever love
So suggested to know the eye of fault
But where a shadow has known, a lip has come to thus

Wish upon wish
Of a simple day to reserve
A stringent care, to enliven a mission
To decency's stare, the tone of a voice I share, worth's...

Places and names, thought's and conditions
Today, I have seen a callous approach
Since to fame, and a family of just renditions
Of a palpable song, I know by heart and hosts

Sanity's feather
Loved by loan and lore to signify
A rational deed, a promise to air the most, another
Call to a beauty's wish, mine to live and begin a worth's sigh?

Forces may mix and mingle, even make the time of day
A wholesome vestige, sights that calm a reason
Of comparison, might over the tale of visions may
Being a careful lip, in the world of shared seasons...

My nap, my hap
Is a legendary conversation with all of a kind
Seldom in passion, but given the stand of notoriety, under my cap
Heed is a longing taken to understate the silence, I mind

Awakening, I see the seasons become like fruit
Tentative to the distance, and the mayhem of need
Spare and special, the liberty of clashes, to know a decision to suit
Wishes are like these, a character of privilege with how to lead...

An angel's wish for better possibility's...
A care of work's in loves embrace, as if a can't of sincerity is hope
A legend of solace that has the causes of youth, for a wield of civility
And the futures presence of mind, that will with the ought I chose

Patience
And the entourage of absolution I will know, is mine
Ends of worth set to winds of change, and the new fate of reliance
Which with sense as our guide, has asked, is when to become ours for time?

Paces, past a passion?
Stead and sunshine, toward
Freedom, we see your voice's lasting
In the strength of words, order and pardon?

Living, the tows of history
Sake one foot forward, and looking back
When the tale is for a kiss, that loves an epistolary
Known this way and that, just that, we lack

Shared poise, in a larger than life
Picture of dalliance, we adjust to needs light
The moment of secret's and the roguish smile of sight's?
Ask, is it wrong to fall in love with a sensibility's right?

Caring and staring, but for the absence of many fates
Sates irony on the move around the guarantee of shyness...
Simply the character of sincerity, living well in questions and statements?
Of choice and chastity, to learn the role of another history's bless...

Hands of repose, shook with a rule of strangers...
Per the dream of the all of silences more, the intuition of shares
We call a burden in callous wishes and wizened change
Begin a worlds inheritance, if worth is to be, our charisma?

Tall order
To a whining child's offer
Didn't is my best friend, a word there
That has silence as a prophet

Winds of dissuasion
In the name of admission
A skill of pride, and intuition
Has future sorts, for a private listing

Once, upon a time...
A readied smile, has sought a thrill
Of curiosity's same, the some of trying
A panicked we, with a service to an ideal, to still

Thresholds of jaundiced more
In the skirted issue, of poignancy
To add and rest, in the name of full on war
With a finger of opportunity...

Seem and dreamt of, in foreign lands
A philosophy of courtesy, in vague fights
We have seen the obvious, the march of times hands
Into a wall of significance, looking for senses rights

Hope a shadow see's the better of a painting
Escape or given the boat of departure
The times are a changing heed, to live with a mercy wishing
For the childhood, of baring a friends win, of curiosity...

Look suspicious?
Save me from a toiling health, that has the kindness
Of worth, for a running here and now, to acquire a lesser us
In the name of joy, these charity's accept the known, with a shame's best?

Might in the rise of lands
Into a realm with a shared eye?
Taken to accept, known this way and that, ands
Have a grace, and make the day a useful one, like a night?

Many and the presence of mind of the ley...
Metered salt for sense's kind, and a rue of simplicity
On the shoulder and completing the gift of hands, may
We sit, and discuss a needy fate in it's disparity?

Truth or render like-wise?
Sincerity in a long run, among the guaranteed land...
Happy to see you, make the mention of will's of despise
With a craving home, and the sense to live well, can't...

A harrowing night survive the distance to reality we enjoy?
Look among your bedded friendship, or thoughts of mercy for it
Will a song in the meadow of times content, have a playing or a place, coy?
Residing in the need of another's trying, we have sensed a new whit...

Of patience in love with the daydreams we have never seen
Except to confirm the fallibility of somber youth
Where has a lucre's leader of vice and vehemence been?
Caught with the eye of night finally, is our vision one of couth?

See the curse, of suicide...
Made in real extremes for a light to examine the futures we direct
To a wishing whole, and by energy's unseen, confirm the light...?
Is our friendship with anarchy or anxiety, the very sight of pain elect?

Now is the time...
Of courage's rational, the taint or taste in hope
To look among the neglect of otherwise, is care a universal crime?
Like better eye's for better sleep than a bared night, has moment's to cope...

Purpose and ideas
Salty in the sight of me's
Quiet quality to a found friend
With a message to send

Waiting for you, with need's reigns
The truth to spare, and despite a logic so came
Well to do, and wisher's in a hand held by love
Look among the heeds, we fated with a kiss and its hush

Shoes that remind
A world between you and me, a care kind
Sweeter rhapsody, a rendezvous with supposing a beauty
Has come for the each of us and moments all, when else is youth?

Another kiss, and sincerity to share
A legend is a strength put to the test, a willful air
To the song of regret we once knew, and now take
To a unique talk with powers that preen, and give what they make

Tender or terror, we find the future in our arms
Today with reaches for silent and comely peace, the heart that warms
Yet to be named the source of ourselves, placing sense in a cause
We see you with a remembering look, to a rise of what was, and that which lauds...

How is in the house
Drama, fearsome now, and a gift?
Sordid we knew, the count of thou
Simple reach and prosper, with an eye to lift...

Here, seldom...
The deeds we fated in the shadows
Have a quiet keep, of what hope will love...
The rue and the risk, of vanity that a silence avowed?

Share, sakes...
The pout we made, for avidity to bloom
Security to fare, the court a decision makes...?
Has the silence for a hero, that is the future to groom...

Clarity, sense...
Has us by the toe, like a fruit...
Of simplicity to step forward and make amends
That seem to be ours, to worth and reveal to you, a tongue mute?

Savagery, sides...
Regret for a friend found in the times, a wish
We shall reason, is a recreation of soulless pride...
We deceived from a poignancy, with a kiss...

Now, is in the none
Achingly, our sincerity is a fashion of prodigy
Where in a thought, all of a tout to see the sanity of since all along
Took and never mistook, for a phantom of privilege, we mean...

Pontificate
Set to sojourns music...?
And thrown the light of reason, to sate
Weal is a known seeker, of life intrinsic...

Westerly, the face of men
Has a column of seclusion, adding the facts
Of pride before litany's passage, a wisdom's question
Come to pass, with a realer first of lest, we act:

In favor of solemn derision?
The found privilege, has a callous fate
Where we are, the paces and passion of intuition
Hadding the silence we evoke, is a moment come too late?

Hatred, or by excessive gesture, the world?
Place a future of benevolence in front of a child
And the willingness of wishes to give a gift, or take one for
The lips of destined forces, the actual and the meager keep while...

A babyish face has the time, to remember the day as a friend has
Has a shown turn of courage, beginning and ending with cause
Sought the better of you, like a thread of persuasion is to ask
Can the arduousness you describe as a friend, be at odds?

The worth of hosting, a day dream...
Still to fore, the sanity of regency in the name of future loyalty
The winds of omnipresence, have the sense to live well, to deem
The stir of vanity in the lead, the welcome and or the doubted, to be...

A king about the reach and notoriety of views, here is loves vote:
Meant with maying guests, and the hope of virtue to come
With the worth of anger and bother, the vice we hold to fears cope
With the lip of liberty to prove, is our gift to teach its love?

Do shadows clash?
With a light's, oracle...?
Should we intone, the sleep of passion?
Still in a night's touch, is love a suspense of, milk?

Miracles that reach for chastity...
Have a naming game in mind, for heed
Peek, poorer for a question's vanity
Of the solace of a wish, for another wish to lead...

We are the silence, the ghost
Of a need's chance, you know
Like a sojourn, with a dread's host
The place of reason, has become a you...

Rage, rationalize this...
Quiet of subtle time, forms
A vivid accusation, has become a lover's kiss
Ready to keep it all, in the hand of norms

Breath of worth, later
The might of wishes will become a lover's fate
Now in the presence and prayers, of honor sated
By the shy sight of ingenue, will we know the blessing of a wishes privacy?

Pretty ought, in the wind's
Of virtue and change, we see in our hindsight
Taken to luck and distance to a persuasion
Hadding the solace of here and how, now is our might

Look at tolerance's eye's...
Simple tradition in love
With story's of choice, and history in question's, to why
Is adding the stir of all and most, our reward for silence discussed?

Taste, the parable of needs
Found in the similarity of toil, a tomorrow with shares
In the said, and from a future soul, which heeds
The fewed honor of viewing the moment's with almost so fair

Hear, the patience of simplicity
To answer a focus of arduous motives, and a sincerity while
The risk of hope to come, consider and moreover, the limit's of anarchy
To wishes we foresaw, have the salutations of ourselves, seldom shyness...

See to wishes we knew...
Have the distinct odor of liberty, in the mar or miracle...
Of a fussy heed, without which, we never lead who
To a likeable sort's, without the can't and the want, of a witnessed till

Saving the misery for last?
Here is a relationship with of, that has the reach of passivity
In the security of other's, known for not, and taken to ought, for ask
The breath of bared utterance of all at last, a spare intimacy...

Oil and sweet
Aching beyond the count and myriad soft
Lives and lore, to wish a history meet
In the stir of purpose, deigned with a voices loft

All's and sweat
Thorough are; art and **** in love
The void of distance, to the problem, etc
Looking from first to last, the bless of a new covenant

Asks and sense
To reveal the conscience of a mercy
That has a liberty to suppose, a kindred
Has the minding tooth and days kiss, for worry

Adds and sour
In heritage, the token of woes, the order of philosophy
Should a careful side of promises; is a world to enthuse, power
In the sunshine, and waiting on heathen, a posed query?

Ought and sort
The tale of fear's legend, in the space of comprehension
Lucre to divine, the common yawn of peace and war
Where only's dream in the hands of children, becomes a man's intuition...

Tapestry with flowers
Taut heat, in the afternoon sun
Vice is such a beloved sound, few than sour
The means to an ending game, we seclude for fun

Need we know with a handsome cope
Today is the courage to leave with a kiss
Truth be had, and somber notion to love
The calm we display, for seasons of our wish

Callous was such a frank name
Keeping the winds of change, for a knowing hour
We seem, the moment's until all, is friendship's fame
Come for it's certainty's, and the face of similarity, so dour

Where has a thread of dismay, and by notorious dote
The accuracy of our lead, been?
With that hour at hand, wishing the day an order to hope
We seek the bright eyes of our summit, ourselves to lend

Paradise to compare
A boat with sundry sides, of chaste excitement
Versus a house of notion and names, that complete where
Which, is a relationship with the ones we love, is peace a lament?

The wind baring the news of consciences one day
Heaps of trouble we foresee, in the patience of a land
Coming and going, with a role of interim to foil, a sadism
Known to reach for pious leaning's, as if a logic were might in hand

The boat sail's forth, and makes known the time's are a place of wonder
Simple riches and fashions of destiny, that calmly collect a chance
Of season's caring, though aloof to the combativeness of same
Sanity of a challenge in mores, that select their weight in other's problem's

The house closes a door tight, no need for a stack of reason and rhyme
Touch the sun if you want to, the risen wind is but carefully laid
Sourness and animosity, that has the gift's of pomposity as a crime?
Thank you for a similarity to assumed forces, the room of when we are said

So, comes the voice of sadism
Who is to be a runner and who is to be a lot before us?
Of winning winks and obstinate smiles, a deifying whim
That knows the completion of strength, for a soul to discuss?

Who, I would ask, you...?
The wind is such a lonely miser of courage's and tact
Fact's we make for astounding the virtue of breeds, and the known
We remind is a look to the picture in whole, the freedom we lacked

Who, they would remind right back
Is a fool for the calamity of sign's, that make the future what it is
A toil of friendship's uncertain by degree, a comely and misbegotten knack
To corner the power's that be, with a laugh, a terror and the irony of bliss

Hell of a sneeze, wasn't it?
He, she and childhood to agree, the diligence of mete and measure
Made for a life in the shadows of other's, the keep of simplicity as whit
Is a revelation of who we are, and why, is this stupor our kindness to grant a burden of serenity?

Fresh and disciplined?
Focus and method, to serve an hour me?
Safety in a grossing halt of when, silence has come
Through an ironic storm and over the seasons, I see a lead keep

Long in the tooth, if not the use of truth
Suppose and fear, the counting we hold, to live
And let means be are's many, in hopes of youth
We give the news of courage, a new name to since

Properness
And the light of a lucre we afford with evidence
And its moment with love, to compare a wisdom
Of contrivance, to a welcome fury of what was our chances

With time, to till a question in the wind
Meaning a sorts and cohorts we make, in patience served
And patience looking for a nightmares kiss, mind
Us, we have screamed in vanity's ear, but know the price of a turn

Of conscience into a lover of our ideas
Our mystique and its offered job, joy costs an alienation
Priced exactly nothing of strength and cope, in these freedom's
Was a mindful seldom enough to consider any a prayer under our intention's?

God, and the voice of his angel's
Mated with atrophy incarnate, the taste of acceptance of sin
More than ought, and else to whether the silence we knew, fell
From history for a hand of sense and its idea, are we that we are, amends?

Confirmation of a star one night...
From the best and the blessed of meager vice anon
Sanity is a jaundiced hurry with a chastity to righten
Itself among the throng, when all have seen it, the charisma to look among

Salt, do you owe me love?
Since a single idea made us
Through and few, the toil of a new sense
For which and where, the scope of eyes we discuss

Space for a noisome charity, set to rights
With a callous fear, the thought of wonder
In the arms of insincerity, spare notion to share a might
With no face, but the one given a garrison of thunder

Shameful, the talking and the spate irony
Of a question still lingering, in the shadows of couth
Persons of strength, and the tooth of ours, impunity
Is a wealth to remember once, when the fate of truth...

So many heroes and spare ides to welcome home
When the fires of uncertainty, are nothing more than urges
Of lingering heed to a patience, that has you by name
And the very courage to show the more, to a mind, word for word

Salt, do I owe you love?
Special and ordered with the fury of mercy in a whole stare
Shown to be, the coming hope of seldom and its vast and burdened covenant
With a promise from an eternal lip, that knows what it is to care