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David Hilburn Sep 16
Forget the fire...
Finer, by a cerebral introduction
Space for use, and a hello, in no denial
Has conceded our future, a mightier reflection...

The quite of quiet
When we are, a hap to convince
Avidly, the knowing of a right
Seldom and the many, to look for ends

Energy in the name...
Odd to argue, but with misery's lip
Weren't we the spite of an austere shame
Grant us the unity in a tow, and we will show wit

Cares of a more, then mercy
Excel's at a weary eye...
Been a shadow of example, to worry
Is a wanton call of suicide, a sigh...

To collect a silent fury?
The marvel of assumption's tongue
No future, knowing a fool to carry
A wish to oblivion, is our courage a hero already won?
David Hilburn May 27
Speed skills
Anti the patience, you dismay?
Serious consciences, save what kills
Seek me at the end of poise, people shade

And a heart of steel, waiting on the guidance
Made of hunger in the name of shame
Somewhere the lovers of wonder, are our chance
Oblivion and the nary of a fulfilled joy, same

Same side of a house
Adding the gifts of omnipotence, a hill
Now in your stead, have and the thought for thou
Eccentric as a wall of flame, we see the sun is a since's will...

Won't a misery enact, the coming hope?
Erudite and valuing want, over loves history...
Never in view, with a bright mind, to liberate shown...?
Time, to a little more fate, when loves epistolary...

Heed me, the corners and the future of powers, adroit
Overt to clashes of vivid kind, that swallow of pride
Made the noise, the vice and the silence, so loyal...
Earned for a levity in the now, the soul of reach to those, sighed

Now
At the moment of curiosity, the privilege of sincerity
Making the statement of a lifetime, when time builds a house
Each their spate fears, like a fool, with tears for eternity...
David Hilburn Jan 26
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?
Nothing above the board, and with hands below the table? see fear make a friends fantasy out of you...
Jeremy Betts Jan 3
...the melting ice shifts and strikes a familiar tone against the glass tumbler, abruptly snapping me back to my actuality
It pains me to call it reality but I'm forced to do so untill I change what I see or my surroundings change me
Both options frighten me...

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Zywa Dec 2022
Unexpected things

never startle me, I just --


respond too slowly.
"Het Bureau - Plankton" ("The Office - Plankton", 1997, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad [1974-1989]"
Zywa Oct 2022
Live an eternal

present, or learn your lessons --


time and time again.
"Heer Bommel en het nieuwe denken" ("Sir Bumble and the new thinking", 1966, Marten Toonder)

Collection "Bearer Toonder"
Sabika Dec 2020
No longer tracked in a dollhouse. A small spec from the view up above.
Heart erratic
Breath pumping
My confusions left unsolved.

No longer scavenging for booky ally ways for a quick huff and puff,
Fantasising about what I’m wearing as I **** myself,
Or when it would be most peaceful to inhale evil
Spirits.

No longer held on an invisible chain
Chained to my ‘friends’
That have accepted this mutual need
To be comforted not by what is said
But by what is given and pierced through the head,
Over and over
Again and
Again
For years
Four years
I knew not one of them,
But their smiles were kept green
And their eyes soaked in sad blood
Looking through narrow windows,
Thin lines of dim lights,
Pouring on lonely nights.
And that’s when I realised
Freedom is a slave sacrificed.

So if I must be chained
Let it be a chain
Hooked on loyalty
Truth
And love.
Let it be a chain
Flexible
And gentle
So I can find my way back
With ease.
Let it be a chain of strength
A chain that protects me.
Because I am no longer chained
To the idea
Of freedom in
Robbery.
You will not be able to fully overcome any bad habit unless you get away from the people in your life who encourage that bad habit.
Jule Aug 2019
I breathe to take in
what I can’t feel
Oxygen doesn’t linger
The dioxide fills
Likeminded individuals surround
They keep the place interesting
And my soul sound
As I try to search
for what I can’t feel
I close my eyes and listen
I know what I see isn’t real
Kaleidoscopic Whorled Wide Web.

Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful geometric

awesome shifting shapes hypnotizing
sight seer into a whirling ******,
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect  triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding

with blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spell-binding
mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering
into the azure vault – one macrocosmic

hint per the origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of
universe evolution in shrouded secret
continually mystifying one generation

after another until twenty first century astro-physicists
begin unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more

fine tuned precision to zero in
on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing

conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member **** sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance

teasing ocular sense with visual *******
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal peering
into magic of kaleidoscope!
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2016
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Carve love into actuality,
Make peace with pretense,
See the body as real, the heat
Of youth in flower, grasp all told,
The flesh that parades with light,
Sun, let the mind finger soul, oft,
Race into being on this odd orb,
This makeshift world, this, incut,
Simulation of joy, and old wake
After all, after new hurt, touch,
Endured, smoked, shutout,
Of dream into actuality.
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