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Wishes, I never wanted: But prayed for... Include me, when a sun fronted A song; justice, for a silence that were An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption I have yet to find, in misery Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty A chance's meeting... Without a soul's music...? Then, in though is a fleeting Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic Patience, am I dead, when you smile? Paradise's praises... A lie's prayer, that I created with denial Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages? Curious, the taste in sunshine... A tattered hat, with must to adjourn A rational source, to a lover's whine Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn? A sunshine, a clash of worldliness Sent to rage, for a climate of pain That has seen you, in the voice of pasts Proud, vengeful and sated... I see the presence of meaning... Hearing your coy world, become a flower The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming The scent of sin, now just death's power...?
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
david-hilburn
Reach If Silent, Each If Remnant
Wishes, I never wanted: But prayed for... Include me, when a sun fronted A song; justice, for a silence that were An ocean of purity, a hat of redemption I have yet to find, in misery Apt or deft, a lover's few; contention Of a word, I knew with ears of liberty A chance's meeting... Without a soul's music...? Then, in though is a fleeting Cloud, with a thought to name fury's, altruistic Patience, am I dead, when you smile? Paradise's praises... A lie's prayer, that I created with denial Do we earn a savior's smile, with patience's wages? Curious, the taste in sunshine... A tattered hat, with must to adjourn A rational source, to a lover's whine Was a smile our finish, to another wish to burn? A sunshine, a clash of worldliness Sent to rage, for a climate of pain That has seen you, in the voice of pasts Proud, vengeful and sated... I see the presence of meaning... Hearing your coy world, become a flower The touch of patience, paces of a prayer beaming The scent of sin, now just death's power...?
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Lions of worth Sheer actual and letting a moon... Save this last dance for danger Creation and beckoning silence, come too soon Throne of sense, a dissuading knot Persuaded to live in the opus, the chastity Of courtesy's phantom, a wisdom caught A wisdom capable of the roses of vanity... Vantage one (soliloquy) Threats of privilege, share the land Sour or dour, the notion to quell, is heed Stricken with the mores of wishes, the tongue to wonder Vantage two (espousal) Worlds of visit, vicinity, and vagueness Together for a question, in the form of wealth We see your tomorrow, for today in a mirrors bless... Vantage three (fulfilment) Sweeter as us, than you have a right to be The tongue of vice, a victory of spirits, and solace or lament Has the voice of harmony, like the very light we seem to eat Vantage four (escapism) The terror of repose, that has been divined Sovereign to forces, with a greater eye, than the silence of despotism Has reached the known, the curiosity of a simple sigh... Sign's of the times Hatred is our reward, no fool without a yesterday That has, become a terror with us, the saviors of lives With a solitude we offer is confusion, and the mercy of angels, which may...
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Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 3:01 PM UTC
david-hilburn
Lest Poems Eat You Alive (The Future's Children)
Lions of worth Sheer actual and letting a moon... Save this last dance for danger Creation and beckoning silence, come too soon Throne of sense, a dissuading knot Persuaded to live in the opus, the chastity Of courtesy's phantom, a wisdom caught A wisdom capable of the roses of vanity... Vantage one (soliloquy) Threats of privilege, share the land Sour or dour, the notion to quell, is heed Stricken with the mores of wishes, the tongue to wonder Vantage two (espousal) Worlds of visit, vicinity, and vagueness Together for a question, in the form of wealth We see your tomorrow, for today in a mirrors bless... Vantage three (fulfilment) Sweeter as us, than you have a right to be The tongue of vice, a victory of spirits, and solace or lament Has the voice of harmony, like the very light we seem to eat Vantage four (escapism) The terror of repose, that has been divined Sovereign to forces, with a greater eye, than the silence of despotism Has reached the known, the curiosity of a simple sigh... Sign's of the times Hatred is our reward, no fool without a yesterday That has, become a terror with us, the saviors of lives With a solitude we offer is confusion, and the mercy of angels, which may...
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