Know no...
Angry ordeals, to weal with a brazen couth
Cold shines of onuses war, and the angst we owe?
Shoulder's to announce with privacy, youth...

Is a wiser moment than you think...
Tales of courage and common destiny, in the mar
More than yearning, and else in love with kindred's hijinks
Paces of peace are meant to be traded, like a thought for are...

Ably the coming times, with an issue for me?
Truer than ought, a whole decision I admit
Is an especial luck, a role of justice and contrary feeling's
Jealous though a cursing have may be, I know it...

Clothed in another reason, avarice or antipathy?
Anger in low roads and ethics in high clouds
The tale of an odyssey's strength, for a wish with speed
About this time, a candor of silent friends for moment's?

Known for futures with a sense of joy
Caring but for all, and asked, if privilege has a war
Worth is a liberty in the stare, of a needy justness, and loyalty...
Is a requited frame of reference for a lurid, but well meaning start

Where do we begin...
How does a shall and challenge in gray, make you...
Stirring the times with a right or rage avidness, will get you every there...
Is it me, or do we know not, without another truth of you?

Lucid dreams
Bitter eyes I remember are...
For order in anger, to claim eaves
Of a rapture asking me to be a friend, and shadowy wars...

Simple live and let live
Stoic to a range of voice
Sharing the moment, to see a have become give
Sour reasons have a word on the side, of melancholy choice

Which turns out, to be a ***** smile?
Same sorts as a heathen kept of limits
Strange fellowship of a lands worst, an open denial
Of courage, if not the curiosity of when we are, kisses...

Shame is a remembered tomorrow, with a being tear
Looking far and why, the reasons of odd hands, become
A sanity of another kiss, to step forward and clear
With a real enough pocket, the tool's of response and its love?

Same thing as loving?
Burn yourself with a flame some other time...
A set hope and its belet ought, is more than a changing soul moving
From here to eternal sense, we have moments like these for trying...

A hair of the dog, where one more step for a friend is admired
Nine lives of a cat, taken to the reach we know can be a strength made
Kings on wishing horses, show an imminent release of better days, higher
For a rhapsody of sulking, a house of seasons, not a sadism...

Maybe never
Has a life in the gray morning's
We appeared with, a needy lover
Taken with a merciful dance, before sense begins warring

Long list's and tales of reason
Simple lip's to form the words
Come by silence, the willing gift's of notorious meaning
Found in the hands of babes, like a life heard...?

Mustered eye's in the crash of existence
When the world wind's down...
So much more, to you and the change
We notice for claim, and the skill's of justice sewn

My memory deserved?
The waiting of friend's in the distant day
Is for all who would, a shoulder of certainty
Given the sight, of new pasts of courage, we made have...

Limerick in the nocturnal fog
Coming in heavy, with a round eye
Blessing the land, with a call, somehow maudlin
I saw a legend of hop, skip and mind, the native sign...

Realizing my mistake, a role of here to fore?
Lip's and detail's of a summary gift of a bird
Done to right's, and without dalliances war
Far in the night away, behind and sore truth heard?

What in blue blazes does this have to do, with merciful all?
Left to ones decision's and advice, in a rotund ear
Can the limerick rhyme with a handsome persuasion to fulfil?
Reading the opportunity before day knock's, I address my fear:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who looked good swimming, but said the rudest thing
When my *** burns on the beach, is it the sun that is luckier
Than a cold kiss from a shadowy first, with lasts to linger?

Nantucket is a shoe with pretty origin's...
Since we are both kind to a fog, is a whale of a chance our mission?
Toe to toe, and looking for again, the mightier approach to lend
Can I have another kiss, to compare hidden shares in the, soon?

The moon, since when do I look like a piece of green cheese?
Since you came apart at the seems, with a rule of thumb
Distance to your smile, is one to ask a favor from a heathen...?
Help me take the time to save our yearning, for a cleverly climbed, number?

Huh?
Sing the song, and merry a long try in the tooth
Of foreign significance to a relationship we are, among
The neglect of serendipity, as a child's empathy runs to couth

Couth can do mathematic's?
So does a mind wandering about the nature of you, though cold shoulder's
Have the silence of promises never met, but can in moment's alone with each other
Can we name our favorite time, a place in the sun, with a risk for a need older?

One, follows two, like your shoe left
Right about three, it will save a step four
Figuring but five finger's, and a sixing tree in the wind, since
Seven heaven, and the eight times we met in the rain, so dour...

Nine or none, then and ten, will become our love?
Share with me a privilege, and see the silence I adhere to, and enjoy
The reason is mine, to seem a curious patience, which I admit does
Become a sun beam worth a look, that is a real enough press for joy?

Limericks, and lady's
Love and need's undying
Sense from a passion in the more, we detail as seeking a fate
That has the time of day, with a glass of wine...?

Life in a worthier cope
Treasured smiles and the moment of necessity's inclusion
Worlds of foremost sincerity, truer by youth
Can we see the invisible now, the rigid mercy in a silence?

Sakes and eventual life, to know a can't
Of repose and reality ready to say
Is a patience of ache's and pain's, a history to want?
Or is it a laugh with friends, and neighbor's...

All agree - does a lover count?
Passion and desire, to dance and dance
Presence of many and the mine to tell how
The beauty in could, truth's to wish a way, romance

The dance so far...
Life to an unparalleled sense, of purpose
And a richness of decency come with subtlety in shares
Of consciences, too seemly not to give, a heart if losing

Beauty has a suggestion
Life is our forward gift, to need the better of another
Been and deliberated with dread, or the sides of intuition
For the blessing's we make, as if the star's themselves, a hopeful bother

Hello, anarchy
Which to fame, has us at a loss...
Speed and deliberate need
Come compare the such, much more than what was

Life in the shadow
Of couth, the tale to tell
In the reach of so, the only more
To well put sorts, give a hell...

The flight of fate, in a fanciful eye
Succor and the distinct, preparing a same
To rid a single now, of roles of reversal in line
With the cares of seclusion, a worldly name...

Made ours, for doubt or pout of adding avarice
Such as known, no man without his hap...
Making souls a redoubted glance, a have of what sides
Of reason meant, a dross made sensation, keeping only apt

Done with the total of seem and decision taxed
Here to aim, the solace of strength, at could
Whimsy in whether's esteem, the doles of wisdom's act
Is a child of avidity, come by you, with an eye for should...

Live in the saved
With me, and the times we due
Curiosity to serve, as a shoulder loved, in labor
Of contrary sin, taken to exaction and would

Life in the saved
Poor isn't and the truth in a hurting hope
The liberty's we seem, and collect in passion, gave
The new reason's and dread, we failed to cope...

With
The stars to avoid, the comely nature
Of a stirring heed, for silence to dream in blisses
We foretell is a rage, the darting of all into purity

Warn
Misery and portion, for a sanity to fathom
The causes we cursed, done with the order of more
Since we need, and begin to hear, the craving of home...

Will
Needs intertwined, the past's remembrance
Have in an isolation, coming for panic still...
The role of gift's of ridicule, without, our faith lends

Wish
Utmost, the course of a bracing new ship
Is nowhere in a vacuum, too angry to finish
The place of real enough times, that earned a conscience's lip

Wink
See the courage of a unwholesome fantasy, made to honor
The known laugh of energy's we tell tale, as if wicked...
Shame is a callous hand, to work the magic of another's valor?

Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?

Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem

Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...

Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma

Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...

In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:

Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...

Felt worldly, felt in
Sorry, names with a reach for peace...
And precisely games with a reason
Have the paces of sore eyes, have at least...

Door to door smile, we left to the silent
To gingerly groom and reflect upon, the wishes
Of a proper house of halt and hap, the indigent
Lucre of politeness, that expects the best of am and it's issues

Welcome home, lover
Welcome history, to a fantastic ride
Of claims in the marveling strength, and overt
Chastity we favor, to accept another opinion is sighed...

Hour's of fun and elation, taken for running decision's
Of remembering the fame of our presence, the tale
Of delight, at the end of a star, where home makes intuition's
And the spill of light that earns, a mention in salt, never fail?

Thank you, honey...
Thank you, darling...
Thank you, for questioning a sudden glee...
With the answer's of a callous worth with a room for yearning...

Still a simple stare in the done, the loans of curiosity...
And the meeting place of courage in the doles we find
Under a stone, a tree and the fruit of virtuosity
Thank you, for noticing the prayer's we envy, and sense all in a nobility trying

With patience for a house being built...
Judged futures and their collection, of many to give a truth
Where flowers play and skip with the sun's rays, sharing wills
Playing the part and a shoulder of admiration, every man could...

Message from far off
Known to you, with mars
Heed me in the scowl of decency, to come
When seriousness is to be our heart

Ages go by, and a family knows
The **** energies that make us like glue
To stick to each other, or be pulled apart
When all else fails, the honor of knowing your, who

Burden's no one seems to have seen
Clamor and vicinity to a fruiting home
The tell tale wishes of vice, and its vision
To know a bother in the maelstrom, of when we are some

But the tooth we shall know, for ever and ever...?
Like a herald of dismal days, gone to ***
With but an eager kiss, dismay, without though, ruin's never
Given the odor of history, that comes and goes like it ought...

Finer philosophy
Caring light's in the window of a book store
Share with us your opinion, we have the key
At the door...

Saving dances for another art...
Entering was anything but a sulk, to encourage
Time is a frank sincerity I want to know, than and smart
Recreate a finish from the burden's we care for, a reason?

Seen in such a knowing book, the reality of a curiosity
True to us, and the sunshine we envy
Time is in its sit, with a could, that has its voice and energy
Life is such a fine print, when cause comes for its levity...

Smiles all around?
And the capable hands of ever, the toil we seek
In the name of voices sorted, and thorough enough, to abound
The sigh's of friendship in a cleverer clue, than we thought meek?

Time to tell the truth? as if a lie has its vision?
Of vice and vertigo, to pronounce naked a liberty we don't know?
Here is intellect, and the yearning we add for asking's wishes
That hasn't the breath of us, and the moment's we blow...?

Likewise asked
A horn of plenty
A jaundiced look for facts
A storied gift, to overwhelm the method of rendering

Gaiety
And universal aplomb
For a rights spontaneity
Is courage ours, for what was first and them?

Today we see the truth
Immediate course to a pleasing craft
Taken as a true believer, the pace of couth
Is a willing host, the common curiosity to keep, hath?

Ready to acknowledge
A learned simplicity, in the heed of intellect
Is a waiting garden of composure, a deeds wage
Has sat and noticed the coming liberty we reflect

Speed to interim, the tale of beloved gains
Of resolve, to redress the stead we knew, is merit
The very voice of needful vanity, as it reigns
Is ours for a weight of the world, and its unique wit?

Shyness redeemed
Asking livid wishes of a smile, that seldom due
With particularity, a coping whim
That has seen the guidance of knowledge as it was, worthier love

Omnipotency
Strength and miracles of kind
Sorrow and fellowship, to understand energy's
Sulking for a liberty to keep, a resolute mind

Obviously a good friend?
Sincerity to ask, the staid and the mar of hope
We found in each other's worldly ends
Satisfied with more, then still thriving cope

Patience and honor in a legend
Assumed with a relative atone
Of a welcomed voice, to the table of rook and amends
Will we survive the court, of counts and done?

Lived harmony to each, their causes and cares
With a heart of possibility, the call to worth
We spied and even envied, by the couth we fare
Is our only accord, to take an obvious example, of youth

Light and epiphany
Told to be a truer day, than a cold conscience has a right
Known to serve the courage of sour may, we begin any
As if a lore in its fashion, has the sense to distinguish might

Omnipotency
Seemly houses of veracity and the rapture we know
Still an acquired taste and reckoning a salt, to be our futures dignity
Like the shadows of potential we keep so resoundingly. we have known...

Tomes of advice
Let alive, in the room of cares
Vehemence, instinct, attuned sighs
Where the powers that be, continue until fared

Are we the ears of purpose?
Set in sides and meandering light
The skill of another, to share the insight of us
Should we enable a dance, of redoubt for might?

My door of adding, as avarice is...
The truth in long glances, with method to move
Thought, the biding hope of when is, bliss
The turn of completeness, the coping hour we have of use?

Lose me in the fold...
The tooth I invoke, is a creation of voice and tone, to total
A resolve of guidance, of kind come for wishes to hold
The grace of unity, if not unique sense, before legend falls

To reproof...
Time in its steady march to liberty, the devotion of fashion
Though a tarter end to hindsight, may be aloof
We confirm the date of simple alacrity, a host of could lasting...

Be the love, of a lifetime...
Of causes redeemed by a curious share
In the superiority of life, to know a callous friendship worth trying
And the impress of duress, driven to cares we ne'er guarantee...?

Unless the cold turn of truth, is towards waiting love
Done distress, marveling need, the common remark of persuasion
In the name of urges, we attest to passions, we grant another covenant
The decision of a soul to keep, knowing a handheld in something besides here's intrusion

All
A day's lot in the careful wishes we seek, for a nary come dwell
Rhapsody, in a courage's stance, the times to live and know a call
To harmony, the burden of thee, assumes patience is ours to tell...

Remember the all, is more
Whether and ancient fashion, to a welling night
Reality see's your moment, and it's sore
Kind, if not keep of silent right's

Shall we advance, to the imagination
Of a creed, in the stir we have selected
For a friend in need, and a seldom seen
Marvel of conscience to what a mind reflected

Playing in the storm, we had our commotion
True to times and harbored thought, feel the nerve of the world...
Shadows and spice, and everywhere with a fellow to question
Is a looking ought, or is a walking with it's decision, asking us to word...?

A song by God?
Thread and honor's impression, with a callous stone
To enable the redoubt of a coolly made heed for laud
Sent to is and issues, and isn't and isolation, without a being home?

Yearn and show the worth of a new friendship, we are here...
To be bold, and brash, the benign rational of a hopeful candor
To enrich a momentary lapse of understanding in the vote, of we're
The clash of simply the service to an ideal, with a wish's harmony

Truer to haste
Found in a child's hand
See the more, make fate a ways
With some's and futures in love, with can

Penny saved, a penny earned
Heat from the table of conscience
Has and done for, the tooth of privilege learned
To take advantage of a need, that is ours for sense

Basis in black
Is a whole of demand, the nature of life?
True to adding how, we see the words we lack
In the end, all things considered, communication is all and nigh

Light in the star's
Telling the world to be, the simplicity of emissary's
Going and coming in the name of purpose, by far
The tale told with might, the canny and the just, fairing

Special in need, but living in the sound
Of assumption, the toil of compliance
To acquire the same, of else in a row of heed, around
The tentative nature we know can, come to honor reliance

Who is this child, and what does immediacy mean?
Lore in the vastness of commitment, the turn of liberty
Into a capable and knowing ask, of when to glean
The role of adulthood, where a sign of the time's, was integrity

Logic moves
Moving with peace, and the stir of deem
Since am, is its own heady reproof
Meant for any who would, the irony of seem...

Seclusion of a sin, the rue we take to intrusion...
Has the sordid and the accrue, become a hindrance needy?
Could this, a have of sincerer live and let lucre
Become the notion of completeness, indicate leading...

Lent a told story, with marvels oft due, soon
Truer ask and facts, find finite the callous share
Of a wish alive in methodical winds, an act with time to shew
An accord of purposeful, lengths and hence, a quality to care...

Meant with the eye of death...?
See, the common confusion of exaction, in elucidated yet
The tooth of beauty, to owe a craved form, to what we let...
Is a halt of dissonance, that has the world to groom a liberty, and?

With hands of causes and shown curiosity...
The tale of lingering need, for a question allowed to step forward
And take the time to purpose, to liberate rationality...
That has the composure we seek for a deed of instinct, sometimes hard...?

Sometimes, as simple as a thought
With patience to commit to another lend
That has seen the world to be a corner for not
To know a thing of life and decency that has, another, to mend?

Needless, pose a question:
Miracles save themselves...
Long in the tooth, looking for a blessing
Worlds to weigh, with the voice of what delves?

Minus the stone
The rue of visits and cares...
To awaken in the arms of harmony
History to a dare, to lend the kindness of what fares?

Special...
And doted upon, like a dream can feed...?
The spareness of speed in the eye, of what will
To sakes aled, and meant, to be the end of all in heed...

The pout of summation, to which we will know intimation?
Praises be, cares see, the coming order to a least...
At worthy faces, in a common hope, to live the life of sin?
Like a weary lover was, the only force of decency to cease...

Of a silent offer, of season and risk...
To these calls of opportunity, the mated chance
Of cause curious, and questioning the weight of a reason's wish
Paced with the passion of deliberateness, is a wish a saving, romance?

Privileged to tell?
The better role, in a vouching vaunt
So set, for a devotion in might, we be the fell...
Longing for a shadowy right, to live in the light we haunt?

Patience, is such, if not the only virtue
Predicament in few, vice to love...
Collecting the same, if not shame triumphant, due?
Do we know ourselves, when liberty has excused us...

Is, a younger covenant?
Through in forced issues, the tale of spirit's introduction
Saved from future implication, the choice I relent...
Is mine to the pout of another, the sound of vanity come, again

Won't?
And interpretation of a new, hastier league...
Of repercussion, and the till of ominous moment's...?
Readied by an unseen hand, as if reality is to conceive

Nowhere in mind, for the truth to visit?
Me, in the courage we show, we tender is a callous front
Of appetite's superiority, the turn of acumen into wit...
That has seen it all, a perception intoned for a care so, don't?

Destiny, and the ilk of homage...
We prepare in languishing eyes; the times are a bared lover?
Set to tooth, and with a realm to it's touch, that is a livelier legend?
Will my known, need as a name is my shield, begin to sate lucre?

West, with the common ire, to verify a new sanity
Paces and fate, in the land to tell a very different story....
Everyone has heard, over and over again
With one difference, is my name to rule the vastness, I worry...

Lions of focus
Smile and deed, a roar the better behalf
Integrity is a waiting game, for honor rests
In the land, waiting on a heed, to laugh:

Sour wishes have a little more time, than is...
Stoic in the give and take
We welcome a light of providence, to this
Host a briefer goal than silence, and you will dream my sake...

Habit in the halt of another sunny day...
Eat your fill, the rest of a knowing hate
Has found many in the service of any
The liberty it took to air the ordeal, we fate...

With a seemly finish, the tooth of integrity
Is here to stay, saying the obvious to a wall?
Pity for a salt, is better than a love of longevity...?
By any wager of flesh made, especially when a world is about to fall

In love, with a star...
Remorse and the silence anew, we note the prayer like a shame
Saviors and stead, to accumulate a scent of survival on far
Patiently yours, as if a lucre was the first to name...

Do you want this all to end?
In the turn of seasons into a walk of simplicity, enthroned
By the service of communion, we dote is a reason enough to lend
A unity in the dare of a lifetime, that has a heart for its own?

Ancient in need, thee'd
Living life in the loft of liberty
Sense to swirl and eddy, at my hand's heed
Account me the stone, and I will succeed integrity?

Wishing the turn of youth, never was...?
Poison in the times, to reveal a hedonistic goal...
Where the being is sweet, the ingenue of dust
Is a meter of recognition, that begins to encourage old?

Running for a lies burden, the causes of freedom
The toil I spy, is a waiting home with no doors
Or windows to speak of, the truth in kind come
And the spare way we save each other from the now, of worlds worry

Subtle the energy's here, a tooth rolling in the head...?
Securing the rigid, the disgusting, the remorse of nuance?
Ready to tell a tale of presence and pressure, with a flower to lead?
Here to say, in the candor of living's behalf, so much is left to us and chance...

Pondering a half bespoken smile...
Sovereign times with an hour to its need, have come and gone
With but the beauty to hold a hand, the reach of weary denial?
Is a chance we have to take, when misery comes to these, so long...

Pining for another soulless kiss...?
A christ to tarry, and know the eschewed gift's
Of blindness sour and triumphant, the turn of day into night and its wish is...
For a new friend; where is sincerity when I see to the might taken, and think, a day lifts...

Speed and a family of thought, worth you
Speed and a calling to heed, the heroism of privilege
Speed and a choice of worth, in the decency of a hand that owes couth
Speed and a rolling truth made from all the best, blessed and what has been...

Angel almost, an umbrella...
Sweet to truth
And voiced when arduous dilemma
Is in sight, is misery the vice of youth?

Simplifying agony
Of common ground, for an idea...
Seemingly the exchange, of harmony
To a friendlier step, towards becoming whim's

Mercy has seen...?
Me, in the aloof future
Quiet composure, a strength keen
Ready to exact, a chance of choices curiosity?

Wondering about behavior...
Sincere eyes of mine
Have shared a care, with serious duress?
The labors of liberty, to seek a vestige's time?

And with a cough, we will know tumult...
Sent from now, the either of heed
The rancor of seclusion of a gain, to never fall
From such a height, that has the reality we need...

Nothing on the table...?
Sweet to us, the sweat of the brow
Hunted or handsome, the rancor of a fable?
Met in a youth's side and claim, the seldom of however?

Shamed, to know, you?
A savior in the call to heed, the risks we envy
In the days passion, or the callous drama, a peace's future
We accustom to needs table, with it to give

Terror and character in a shallow cup
Risk with us a hereafter, the cold shoulder
We imagined as a promise, to an angelic hope
Rises in the land know us one better, the history ever bolder...

Curious?
With the finish of a complacent first...
The decision of decency in a real enough purity
Has a dancing friend, with scope and heroism in a fury, worsts

Silence inherits compassion, if fed...
Charity inherits rage, if lent to be...
Liberty inherits judgment, if sense is lead...
*** inherits neediness, if souls to anarchy...

Hellish as a diamond in the rough can be
This fight and this sight, is a wish...
Proud and seldom in seclusion, with reflections of moments that began
With your neglect oft a praise in heat, that chose suicide for is...

Tale to tell
To a frightened bird one day
Salt and guidance to a fire make comfortable
But the cold of silence in the tree's, of disdain or dismay?

Ought on unity's chin?
The talk and the seclusion we expose to unique...
Airs and driven knowledge, the count of wins
And the spurning of hope, as a friends gift to a table, a clique?

Of sincerity to consider gone, with a might so done
The ruse of vice, is in the bespoken hands of courage
To continue with a reach, we sate and realm with sanity, home
Is a catching health, to couth; a misery ours for a wagon's wage?

Beckoning hellishness?
Time to well upon the naivete or needs of a stone, the breadth of shadow
And its becoming inspiration, the cold corners of ambiguity, bastion and death?
Are for any of a mix, that has the same in mores, we predilect and owe...

Common practice, if not method in a dread triangle...?
So sweet, so enamored, so entangled with a coping house
That has seen the future of the truth, the tale to tell...
A handshake of call and cooperation, that knows life is thou...

Steadfast
Risen to done, inclined
With a times shadow, to last
Among causes sign's...

Deeds of without...
Sated by roles of history
That a common power...
Makes a chance, of life's epistolary

Crave more...
Than an impunity
To introduce a quiet war
Of a candid salvation of humanity...

Rancor and/or hunger?
Places of distrust, if not deception?
Have a song's life, long before done and gone, were...
The truth of sincerity, is means, from its inception

Taken with the might, of serendipity
Come by the ought, of better aspiration
Mere, has become my voice for liberty
Like a stone, of choices seen, I see a host's generation...

Life to life
Energy so sound, for a fruition
Told by concerned ear's, the pride to strife
Saving grace, and opulence for again, intuition

See us make the moves...
Remembering the tout of an eventual hand
In the shares of have, oft to loose
The cares of when and where we are the mere, of another and

See a warranted smile, bloom into cause
The space to know one another, for a thought
Time is an afterthought, if wiser call is ours for odd
Like the bitter retort of age old enemy's, we know it's not?

Can this and that ever make ends meet?
With but a shared stare, the while of simple till
Is a complacency we can make into any shadow, of let
Lest we become too clever, the argued and faint will

So what is life anyway?
True to ourselves, and the dreams we foretell for a handy wish
In the open, a joy to hear in the language we hold to sway
Might well enough alone be, the courage to ask another, is...

Today was a noisome tree
Long in turns and earns of a wiser truth
Taking stock, in the forces that make us be
And the common riches of worth, to understand youth

Austere following behavior
Into the mass of seclusion, that is a realm
To make our, forever...
Wishing but for a companion, the hour is a blessing still

Conscience is a fiery runner, taking a hill
With the sincerity and aplomb of firsts ought
And a wind of compliance second, the luck of will
A heralding guess at purpose, be the boding of worlds we not

Spare and choosing us over the everything of they, even once upon a time
Speed of consumption and by resolve, the thorough
Have the voice, to question an open remark, made by sense trying
Was half of hence and was, the better friend of me to keep know?

Shadows of change, and the scope of unity to serve the imagined
Wealth and sides of travail, that come to us in the mar of certainty
Understated if courage, overwhelmed as if a sameness is a sung
Liberty kissing litany, ever the prowess of since, if living is to begin

Look long in the tooth, and ready for more?
Coming with hope, to see the fate of charisma's that will invoke?
A lover's chance in the done, the toil and season of couth, we were?
Till a strength of what was romance, has seen the day is no joke?

Penny traded, for simplicity to roam
The tale of exaction in a flying leap, to welcome another to the run
And blessing of home, that becomes the irony we adjust, to love's shown
Here is a fascination worth the letter, if not the cue of when was was the introduction of aims, a honor to come

Was sexier fun
Asleep, when thumbs excite...
The reason we wait on home
Is a secret in the wind, might?

Patient couth, with curves
Have asked us to walk by
And say hello to what worths
Seldom in love, a taste of pretty why?

Soap
And the honor, of a glaring
With the times, and a little hope
Hot on staring heels, we find caring

To be a magnificent kiss
Dragons with needy eyes first
A whole moment, alone in a world is...?
A wish to become better, before worst...

Do children know these things?
Do adults share what wisdom saw?
Do canny austerity, save any being?
Do a safer show of sensitivity, begin at home?

Delete...?
Avidly, no man has come
Simple news for sharing, a walking house, a feat
Of sincerer todays, than a wisdom can afford won?

Antiquity loves such a thing...
Merit in a row of substitution
An ache of just, the compliment of well being
Looking the part, of such a small intuition

Proper or pretty
The origin of times, to wish away a failing
Fluid in the scare of tidings, a wish with a litany
That is out of the house, and gone with the world, sailing

Business as usual
Finding a hope in the strength, of others
Turns of voice, into a legend to fuel
The coming kindred, of sigh's, sign's, and the soul of lovers

My name for it, has bloomed
Bound to earthly cares, the stone of synchronicity
Has found a hungry pardon for past crimes, the tale to loom
In the light of future seclusion in mind or mine, the moment we integrity...

Nature was the given, hospitality?
Being the kind and simplicity we sought
In the fames of prodigy, the life of a city?
Where one stir of ability, deserves another...

Paces of ingenuity, ideas that save heed...
And the cares of cease and insistence
Let like a habit's home, that calmed the needs
Of cope and rightness, with a mind to assist...

Live with have and hold, an occurring owe?
Remembering hope as a gift of mention?
Might and misery, are we lead, to sincerity we know?
With a place for commonness, that is meaning and relation...

True
We sake, the coming hour to seek a caring weal...
Of conscience and persistence, we look for congeniality's couth
Time in its erudite wishes, and the more's we marvel...

Kind?
Since, we are an each of responsibility...
The tooth you named a reach for complexity, and is, trying...
Was the deem of compared have, our spirit of liberty...?

Perhaps
Worth sojourn and the certainty's of life
Ours for a letting meet, to help the silence of asking hath
Will once among a time, given for, happily ever nigh...?

See the city of opportunity...
Collect the increase and scope of presence of entourage's many
And make the keep merely the security of a dependency with entirety's key
And the host of perception, with a new realm to it's dream...

Life has a temper
Made from old convinced who'd
And marvel's of drama, that has our tenure
Save me from ought's ordeal, if I show a hand so good...

May, we redoubt your pace
The future in an uproar, to tell a different story...
Worded by frank ennui, and endorsed with sates
That complete a final nature, to what was God-given worry

Oft, the pout of summations gift, a realer seem sometimes concise
Sometimes a herald of ambiguity to come, with a driven feat
Sometimes the wind speaks our language, like a fool has wizened
And sometimes a shared power to extant, the moments until least...

Guarding hope from a militancy's exchange
Will an avid forth, the bright mind of decision and attention?
Begin here, with a rhyme and a reason, however strange
To know a callous form to friendship, or its best contention?

Look, says society's ghost...
Mere to here and lead to dread
We are all a method to mend, the risen kind of those
When a tomorrow has a melancholy, the only idea is patience said

But a sneaking suspicion, profound for a tell tale gage
Of worth before a limit in light, that did show a fear its works
The tried and the true, the inner most of completion, of times rage
With a final push for voice, to know us, the actual truth that lurks

Sat with a done liberty, the mores of common weal
Have come and gone to return again, with a right to thorough can
And cannot a whole sincerity ever choose from austerity a feeling
Of purpose, to wonder in open catch and imbue, is salvation and?

Chances are
Happy tomorrow, but unnerved today...
Welcoming a future cough, to deliverance on far?
With such and much to say...

Stirring advances
Of a fight, for simplicity's life
Lowly, a callous smile asks
What is an apple, without the knife?

A party from hell and back...
See the wizening health, of moments
Saved by the complex ire, we seem to lack
A halo of dance and fragrances, to make merry seem, a lament...?

Curiosity, of the other wise
Coming for subtle pittances
Sour to use, sweet to despise...
A catering of poignancy, to what isn't

Chaster, than life
Secret's of a rendezvous, with dread
Sat extinct, in the midst's of sight
Are we but stones of promises, to be broken ahead?

Loft to a wish
We saw in a summertime snooze
Patient few, and deserved relinquish
Tender prides that became fate, and with who's

Snores we thought were destined
To reach the marvels of unity
Seeking the realm of poise, satisfied
With a time, and the remark of individuality

But awaken we did, the love of cease
And desist, made to show youth
Carrying the known, forward to each
Saving the bound here, and considering the couth

Where has a little more philosophy than set
Been? like a fruition in mar and selection
The taste of popularity is one to mind, full and let
With day's dream's and heroic future, that know devotion?

But the dream was a nightmare, stilling a speak, and which in a whirl
Looking at the hill's of reproach, am I the stir of something better?
Like a bolt in the blue, we see our human sunshine laugh than curdle
Like a milky smile, that has the host of callous in mind, to anger...

Seen? comes the answer of an older and wiser friend
Might and the open eyes of redemption, a heart to find issues
Of liberty all right, perception, that has compelled a lot to ends
Of courage and the risen road of justice, that has a word with the world and its dues

Craven versus careful
None versus needlessness
With the world to prepare our way, the trumpet of ideology
Has the sense of could, once more, a wish be the reality of our unity's bless?

We have seen the intricacy begin
Morose views of simple fusion
Of a collapse into another's arms, a heavenly wind?
Baring the character we few, with confusion...

Don't see my name in big letter's...
Since we are the calm, won't a contrary season be fame...
Like the stare of unity we know so well, irony is better...
Sulking how, saw our blessing, become a neglect all the same...

As for me...
Time is a wasting honor, to establish a new voice
Of pittance and deference, for a coolly collected key
Of sides and graces we knew, as cause stills its source...

As for you...
Truth is a language onto itself, the tongue of intellect met
To a warranted call, the poise to select new tiding's soon
With the place of serendipity in the stay of world's we reflect

As for mercy
So many tried lip's, the taste of hosting a discrepancy
In any came, to look among the solitude of worldly
Clocks of suggestion and peradventure, the life in a wall of fancy...

Presence of mind to make love again?
Here is your future, a waiting house of irk and despondent ilk
Ready to pounce upon your pride, futures worth their sin?
Hope once more for your calm, and you have the imagination we fulfil...

Time in tissues
Faster than convention, the light to sell
The awakening heed, of a new misery in the dues
We are famed for, the mortal coil, and the hunger of a bell

Praise me, it will ask
Is a legend to serve the bold notion we found
For a future, and a lover worth nothing but the facts
Kissing a presence in golden shares of worth, is so sound

To the oncoming world
Where suspect was a finite hope, composed
By the gift's of sense in our long waiting hurry
Of condition in your names sake, where but once is old...

See the travail...
Patience is a child's tooth, known to collect thus
Until the vices of adulthood, know the guarantee of hell
Heaven wants me to wait, but the risks of life even must

Seem the timid...
Condone and fascination, to overwhelm the denial of poises
Made from silences we expect, are but the image of a lip
Taken to extremes for a same coping, with the acts of choices

Seen the toil...
So sacred to a language of curses and divorce
But the anger we seldom, the rue of instinct to foil
Anarchy in the limelight of our dreams? somewhere a force...

Seek the truth...
For a limitation in the now, we never knew
Except by the senses we are given, to another for youth
And the light of simplicity to come home, with friendship, thanking you

It ain't me...
It ain't need...
It ain't seen...
It ain't lead...

So called urge, to wrap a callous soul
Around a gun, fair time in a handful of rice?
Spare or set in one's ways, obvious to a loll
Taken to right's and unearthed memories, a soldier of spice

Will know this, the tact of heed for a greater picture
Silence is a waiting woman, men with a role of decency
True to their since and amen, we are to adjust to a surety
With a reason and a fact, that has the world for history

Intellect, for a finished lip
In the swoon and rhyme, we select for dance?
Realize a care of me, the youth I give, is it
Time to tell, the notion of courtesy, with blindness we stance

****, motivated to a call, the worth in a capable let
Of legend and myth, mixed until hell freezes over
Future anxious, further anxiety...
Has you on the fence, with a sense, of younger lover's?

Judge honesty, in the yard...
Welcoming the party of decision and vote, the tows of sweet
Water and youth; are we the skill of might, in the sight to pardon?
Saving you from the done, and by willing forces, a livid secret...

Time with means
Real routes of simplicity
True to our senses, and the irony we glean
As shrewd as a call to it is, the role of indemnity

Places we hid, a source of bright news
Tastes of humility and dour forces, to live
With a grossing guess, the exaction of an excuse
Well to say, the known desire of almost, even and is

Torture to an average soul, waiting in another's light
Tradition and the marvel of success, a toil in cares
So far away from the risen more, right now, might
The collapse of heaven, in our hands be the gift that fairs?

Weak treasure, in the name of a doting virtue
Taken for a fool every time, if a lip has seen it all
In the grip of enemy's sublime, or the muster of curiosity
Known to be, the guidance of essences and riches, of the fall...

Worthy little key, saving me from a lucky reality
Paces of in and its atone, to live once more, is my stead
The count of urges and the jump to sight's welling in heat?
Of a new friendship of labor, if not the callous reproach, we saw us, in the cares we lead...

Still the insight
Two of a kind, the moment we stayed
Before the rage of unity to find, a right
Might, the call of heeding a rued, silence still dismayed...

Rainbows with pretty names?
For everybody, coming with a senses...
Merit and joy, the talk of unction in aired fames
Tried and true, stone of clashing with irony and it's offenses

In a cloud, far away
Time is a reason before itself
Known to be this, and that to say
I am who has loved, the very boding of wishes health

Treasured smiles, seasons of encouragement
Kept like a fight with order, the opinion of many...
Cares in a solitude I have shown, a reasoned lend
And lament of futures in love, the chaste ordeal we imagine is and...

Merciless fantasy
Acrid hours to demand we take to us
Speed and harrowing let, the ace and the intendancy
True to sulk, succor and since we are thus...

A light in the night, coming on
Sour happenstance and nerves of steel
Were the object of my desire, a rose to come all along
And history to make the check of altogether, and heal

Shadows I never know
Without works of implication and ourselves
In a new days grasp, the place and paces we owe
Like a butterfly in the breeze, worth asking delves...

Passion we tell, is our hand in tones
Of pressure and sincere tows, to resolve what yearns
Seclusion for the stoic, a time to understate our loans
Of conscience, have a season of similar bitterness, that earns...

Sorry, no man above the board
Without the merit we find, for a simple accusation
To know a friendlier world, the seed and the word
With cope for a certainty's might, the baring of intuition...

Lent a thrown
Kiss...
Mighty mention in a form, to own
A herald of since, and again, this

So sweet, the verses of a bible
Lore among sincerity, a covenant of also
And meticulous keep, to explain liable
The rise and fall of life, to principle's of though...

Those and the caring in future's of spirit
We call upon and claim, is a world to reserve
A strength for the coming hour, to hope and whit's
Adding but the meant, for meaning a new ideal, worth...?

Society at large, a health to remind us
The mercy in a stare of a lifetime
Is still with us, the composure of courtesy to a discussion
That has the day like the all of us, where there is call, there is trying

Let one more time, and with a voice
The arbitrary and the meager, to save a creation
That has chosen paradise, as well enough alone, loyalty
To become the still thriving and bared decision, of our cares intuition...

What would a stranger say, if a callous heed became a forces unity?
Like the rainbow of yore, time is an issue to overwhelm the could
With a greater cause than the collapse of love, into notion's duty
See the senses play amid power's and prayers, and we are the first of many, to see the good...

Known nature, wisdom then silence
Truer to steal the kiss, confusion then metal
Astoundingly and earthen embellishment, callous then amends
Wishes in the fate of other's, intuition then weal

Places with no hope...
Persons of redoubt, to simplify the capable
Clever syntax, and the image of prices for sophistication?
Time with its edit, of vice, vision and the voices of hell...?

Here is the key, and a note from the people before you
Patience we foretell, is our little eye...
Taken to surfaces of honor, we know not?
Threshold's and fury to tell a different tale, no lie

The walking hour of history, holds the keep
Of question's never answered, but for coping with a none
And moreover role of sincerity to find our leap
Of faith, to continue with a risk, that has completed fun...?

Sixth and Main
Total's of anarchy we heed, for ever more and just
The ticket for a presence of mind, same
Side? as we know a burden in the window, the neighbor's must...

I heard, your fall
From grace is a closing door
Stark and sharing a meager thought, to show kind and all
Simple and sweet, even still, the irony I sought is courage

You invited me in
You showed me around
Space and a unity to tarry with the likes of when
The role of decency is a life on toward

Clashes with the instinct of gaiety
Salt and dismay, the future of guidance in heed
The sorts of thing one expects is a show of spontaneity
Has become a shared interim of choice, well took for lead

This house has a special garden
Now waiting on the aspire of another day
To chaste, the kindred of youth, and the age-old inspire to lend
Of a chancing couth, with a response for each might we may

A garden where patience's magic happens, and moments drift to lend
A beautiful care, a resolves air and the many eyes of when fair
Is a choice of call to the rise and fall, of what is a soul's amend?
Long in the soon, and be addled with you, the temptation of love has my stare

Haunt of a fire
Set to charisma
Silence excepts indigency, an ire
Somewhere, forte is a class above

Destined meanings
So around, for a very
Intoned stoic, a heart of gleaning's
Has voiced our feeling, to carry

On...
The price of compare
Sense in a taste, so long
Shown become, become share

Since we are...
Chosen to cope, lest of bother
More of a vanity, than war
We are the hope we utter

Life to a limit
With a callous guard, selection
Of a warmth and poise, ours to whit?
Can the eyes of did, have our soul, to the ends of an intuition?

So wise, so sovereign?
Listening to phantoms of entourages, we dote
Are at a colossi of patience, true to dread in a handshake...?
With but such a bitter lip, a star to guide by, we hope...

Actual live and let's give...
The time, to a furious, shall?
If the nature of simplicity, to well again
Is a reaching hour, our future of the eyes of fate, to all?

Sweet we would, afford in the stare we mentioned...?
Sheer distance to a cold shine, we favor once, but in regret?
The toil we imagine as a fared friendship has, to win...
The mind of observance, if winds endear a novelty meant

Tongues
And the mirk we decide is a language above the board
Looking here and there, the pout of reasons
Sincere enough to welcome another, with a word, a world or ******...

Treatise of the ******?
So, is a little more ideology our only way to confirm...?
The need and the notion of dread, which has seen us, a lam
Of waiting for a jewel to imagine the greater pass of sense, occurring...

Like a benign tear, an angel, with a promise for each...
Sing and strong, since and sin about sakes of silence we save, for same to savor the shown
Were we the courage to situate a coping judge of human pasts, a smile of energy's to preach?
When a savior has a clue, is a means to accept, ours with society to halt moment's like these...

Guarantee the valley...
Sweat and simple salt
Shared by constant, and fluent reasons
The tale of taste in a long run, for a hidden fault

Twists of fate, insists of courtesy
The truth be told, I have no problem
With wisdom, the tale of evidentiality
But a wise more, to finish anger, is our whim

Latent, the sobbing of a charisma
Sweet endeavor, do I seem the better of others?
When a promise of significance, is ours for the only dilemma
That will make liberty, a levity in justice, the irony of lovers?

We have the time, to tell you another story...
Through the timid shall, the world has a future to beautify
With all of a sincerity's bloom, a pyre to worry?
And the coming victory of self and same, a lucre we identify

With hatred...
Here to say, in language we see, is an assured privilege
The tows of compelling a home to sing the body lead
To wishes in the name of God, is anywhere here and now, a legend?

Poise of a common nose, to the grindstone
Welcome us to the table of vice, like a halt of decency
Among the clouds or finished with sunshine early, we have sown
The new, with now, the needs of all; any soul to show humanity...

Know...
Notion without it, as if a happy cost
Sense in a round eye, with a heart to blow
A bouquet of flowers sent from me, never lost

Patience at a wayward eye
To tell the difference, between then and none
Soul to soul, when a remembered why
The coming hour for us, the decision to love

Seemly, taken with roles and intimacy
Today is the rue of sincerity to quell a time
With no mans name, except the one we give it
Reason in fore, arrogance behind us, when worlds cry

Known for a speed of call, the truth we wage
Is a legend onto itself, the curiosity of honored days
To look beyond the boding lip of courage
Until heed is ours forever, for a love that says

Wry time...?
In the hands of courage
Succinct, if not success in minding
An overture, we relish in sour legends?

Such is starting...
Startling, a whole and a halt
Of virtue to silence, an answer wording...
The truth of our heart, which adores our mercy's call

To wishes we never saw
In the scope of season, without a reach?
When and where to finalize a cold shoulder, we vow
Is a real enough presence of mind, for a rhyme and a cease

Everybody yearns for their senses, with a chair of opportunity
Long in looks for fun and service to an unique ideal
Well with us, the stone saved of a climate to excel, individuality
Young in its breadth and justice, come by chastity and strength, to weal

Lending a silence to a friend and his imagination
Till the redress of complexity, is ours to give...
And select for a future, the shares of when we are life's machination
The role of shape and color of destiny, we encourage, is means to an end...

Do our spare whisper's and droll facades...
Make you a rhyme before reason, a knowing guilt?
Recognizing the music in the air, and wagering a half of shade
Whether and otherwise been, we have seen your eyes come to the same philosophy...

Bite...?
Tomorrow and the fleeting hour...
Too seldom for a knowing glance, if not a glares sight?
We serve the cope, in conscience common enough to sour?

Actual live and let live, until  the stir of reality
In our courage's to overwhelm the notion of dread
Taken to heart, and the seclusion of an around feeling, each
And been the unction we found for you, vain or given lead

Patience in a callous character, sent to proliferation
For the sunniest reply, of commit and meant done
The story of concern is an awakening spirit, to begin
A here and now, and maybe a role of sincerity, to come

Through the nigh of somber intuition
Sated to tell the commotion of eaves, we are kept and kind
To blessings of succor, that have come to these, to order as won
The acceptance of all, seen with eyes of comprehension, a care of yet, to mind...

Unique?
Understood with simplicity magnificent
To these, we consider the persuasion of history to eek
Out the shares of reaching joy, the lucre of love in heed, to relent...

Needy eyes
Taken to the river of woes
Much more to do, than give the gift of sighs
Endearing behalf, and the risen moments we hold

Interim is such a lover
Made for spare times, to come forward
Thank you, and the silence of we, so overt
The compromise of gaiety, to become a herald of our sorts

Like pasts of wishes we never had
The tale of compassion comes to length, and a fold
Of repression in its done, and exercised hand, so sad
The turn of reason into might, that is worth the hour, in goals

Time meant for us, a lead of cares
With abundance to shape the future
And the common decency to call it a season fair
Will such a challenge be our reward, in the eyes of all purity...?

Left to one's own devices?
Me and the notion of you in a tree
Saving the world, for a smile that rises
Above the clouds, when a tale comes to freedom

Pensive, and looking the part
Meandering hopes, that come to finite ends
Like time, to merit a new season to start
A total of contemplation, free and few to lends

Will we seem the better of cope, a half of since?
True to day's fascination
And the coming honor of a nobly thought wind
Bare with us a moment in the sun, wearing cloth of many

And due call, to a worthier shoulder
Known this way and that, the curiosity of what was a nod
To the silence we envelop with the clash of shares, somehow older
But now the decency of a good natured kiss, looking where silence ought

Mighty is the name of this tree, saving hidden more
Time in love, with both and the risks of uncertainty
Taken for a liberty we gather, is future with it to assure
Happy is the sincerity of a found friend, with it to show, a tree...