Pillows That Talk Back, Too...?

david-hilburn Poems

Panic's jewel... Or, is that pride? Poor relenting, to you... The question of irony on your side? Places and things, together With a real appetite for life's regency So, sophisticated, the liberty of kind to bother An open air, of a wish that found deception's history...? My undone mercy, my marveling hope Is with a ghost of a chance, the truth In a guarded fist, to promise a shared cope? If any pout of lore, is a wish that sought your youth... I will follow... Despairing consciences, with a blinking stare at honor That defies home for one thing only, that is to harrow... The dread in a tear, found for a salt that told a story: Once upon a time, and the tenderness of couth To wake upon a simple bed, the taste of harmony in league With itself, the role of unity and vice, come the riches of who Is a part defined, and who is a smarter focus divine, of each? Which will the tows of remorse... Work as we said, they have the skill's of duress to laud And heraldry of a looming proportion, to understand the worse The life of another lords prophet, the can and the callous odd... Here is such, the lies or levity we fate With a rekindled fire, for what is a stranger look, of desperation Sincerity or since charity is a fool for itself, the world of sate Is a kindness only a lover could afford, the very gift of intimation? Tomorrow? And the ides of heathen politeness, are here To simply move forward and borrow The truth in an order and repute, that has oneself to bless, with another's fear...?