Walking, All Smile's If Mercy's Share?

david-hilburn Poems

War of the worlds? Two awkward planets walk into a burp... Since we are a gift of misogyny to a babe, early... Actual lip's if joy and gaiety, to earn? Fascination of this sort... Patience to fritter away to nothing? Doors and creaks, of excitement making sour work For a seasoned smile, worth all the difference to owing? Left to their own devices, the tale of courage...? Coped and silly to a needy eye, with it to love...? Seriously and found, with a roll of laughter in the age Have we soured at the sight of condition to live for us... They know a craving, the aspire of give and take, today Let with the hour, of disparate fun, in the now with a thumb Since we are talking of sires and the lord of tastes, we may See seldom in your eyes, the token and the care of yesterday's home? Hell, itself, or a belch of a worlds to accuse? Sight and reticent lends, of a soul with anger to fuse? Look and see, said an infant once, will we enthuse? The moments of conscience, like tomorrow to save, a friend soon? Get the joke? Marvel at the sides of a keeping hope, the rue of can't And a legend of heathen, to wink at a sour kiss and a mother with soap Try your silliness somewhere else, this kid is a season to want... A pet ... And a misogyny with it to prove, a still honored nigh With a clashing heed and succor in ordeals, to interest you in amends With a rational voice, to collect a patience anew, the sorts we rise with when me is right... Named Semblance, darling... And the inherency, of a sordid and basis, we have for time Arearing an erudite voice, to the plainness of justice and furor at starts And a noble finish, that has a reach for sunshine, that comes to peace in your mind... Ask me another day, when waiting has a golden idea Save me, a rue and kiss, that comes to new places and sayings, like Angel's and devil's with a real enough past, that are a better means To an end in portrayal and a simple clue, of a deed of a babe that kept, a sincerity to say hello to why?