An Obvious Smile, Willing Silent Bequeathal?

david-hilburn Poems

No name provided Ulterior motive, name your **** ant... Looking for Mister Judgment, snide Is a frequent live, and let liberty panic Shapes of things to come, altogether... With a role for a sadism, the place and the time... Of golden opportunity, seeing the worth in better Patience's, we know the mind to find the history of trying When, sour, and marveling Walk into a breed of contempt... The tooth to announce anxiety, with the health of a body, to sing... Found in the lapse and severity we eschewed, the very sight of opus lent Fragile, the certainty of course and vanity, to wish profound The carriage and the tact, of curiosity's measure, a waiting courage Lent with a sip of causes conscience, are we the powers that sound In the hill's, when towering few and forsooth a soon, is in a rage? Paired with preeminence, and the callous voice of destiny We know the liberty in our hands, a name of fool's...? That have the quote and question of a misery, that came to infamy Like lore in your eye, love is a weary curse, for the succinctness of life's tool's So what did this make? Long to rued sincerity and the moment we first a façade of cope The eye's of passion, so sacred... Have the distinct quality of sleep, when we are well and alive, with hope Curiosity... Enter the forces we vie with, and a shouldered soldier of claims So south of truth, and meaning the carefulness, of a wishful city When energy's flower and pace the odious, obvious is about our aim's...