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David Hilburn Feb 2021
Spare integrity
Healthy accords
Avid liberty
Sincerity's words

Patience in the form of a vow
Secure ides, to a wealth we elect
To a richness of feelings and now
Waiting for the guidance, of a sulking we reflect

Possession of a till, in the repose of will
Will the clamor of youth, become a reach for old
The paces and the faces of compromise still
To wonder, and play, in the desires we hold

Hair of a chance one day
Speed and merit, make marvelous friends
Obvious to time, and its greater may
The truth we honor and become, is ours till the end

Home
And the seclusion of wishes, that have life to focus
So suggested for a friendship's insight, a curious own
And self, made for the certainty of privilege, we discuss...
nanny boo boo clock says to the watch dog, what has the time to go to heaven? heathen
David Hilburn Feb 2021
Purpose and ideas
Salty in the sight of me's
Quiet quality to a found friend
With a message to send

Waiting for you, with need's reigns
The truth to spare, and despite a logic so came
Well to do, and wisher's in a hand held by love
Look among the heeds, we fated with a kiss and its hush

Shoes that remind
A world between you and me, a care kind
Sweeter rhapsody, a rendezvous with supposing a beauty
Has come for the each of us and moments all, when else is youth?

Another kiss, and sincerity to share
A legend is a strength put to the test, a willful air
To the song of regret we once knew, and now take
To a unique talk with powers that preen, and give what they make

Tender or terror, we find the future in our arms
Today with reaches for silent and comely peace, the heart that warms
Yet to be named the source of ourselves, placing sense in a cause
We see you with a remembering look, to a rise of what was, and that which lauds...
David Hilburn Feb 2021
Salt to enthuse
Pepper in the way, of courtesy to all availed?
A new insight, to a comparison of good
To a length of cloth, the rosy future we entail...?

Causes, curiosity, cease of required airs
Potential in a lingering here, and heat's shade to know
The tale of consciences so void, of a watery eye faired...
And freedom on the behalf, of truth and silence, we owe

But a lip of solitude...
Here is your throe of compassion, to a future heard
The right side of seclusion and the irony we exude
Here to tell you the obvious, no man is an island to worth...

Half of nothing, and an asking hour
With a remembered gift, to you and the ancientness oriented
Well to do, the impossible if you want, me in the sulk of adding dour
Hair is our illustrious ode, that collects a rise in vagary's relent

Odiously trust, is a careful friendship with our simplicity
To keep but a unified kiss, a generosity in a laugh, to occur
With actual and older meanings, then a clash with implicitly
The staring order to an enemy, that has seen you mere, theirs
David Hilburn Jan 2021
Older in the punch
Blessed in the time, of a unity to egg
Beg me a shoulder, a duty in a hunch
Satiety is a walk with truth's we fate to a rhyming neglect?

Bitterness is in heaven...
Haunted milling of a sense of rage...
Lessoned hindrance to fortify the accord of leaven...
Simple arrogance, in favor of the music to face...

Sweet?
Sourer than dread itself...
Made to cruise and tarry, the work of an angel
Threatened by the scope of your admission, an unction of health?

Such a fight, for a piece of bread?
Aloof tones of demand and the scale of uniqueness, to worry
Is a relationship with sense, apropos to a kick in the head?
Or is this sickness of vice, and its victory with anxiety and fury?

Twist of patience and the cornerstone of the rhyme
Sickness is our day, and the day comes with a price
Saged as a mortal coil can be, to welcome home a whole trying
Is still a relationship with exhumation and wishes to wizen...

Your father and penicillin...
Pride and the door of infamy...
One more time, is a master of time, willing
To show you the ropes, or is worth, an estranged vanity?
"Whistles and combs, and you better hurry up for those mud pies"
David Hilburn Jan 2021
Notion 'A'
Adding the brass of the day
Altogether a wish we found in a malaise
A court of excelling need, with a moment to say

Notion 'B'
Begun in a willowing voice, hard to see
Subtle bolting skies, with a tooth to turn and seem
Beguiling presence is a world's forte, meant any and all anarchy

Notion 'C'
Contrary to devil's of chaste, and a demonstration of haste
Causes of virtue outrun a valor's sight, like embarrassed keep
Cold silence in place of heard fact's, of poise and pleasance too fast

Notion 'Subsequence'
Surreal, the voice of constancy at the beauty of dependency
Safety in proverbial numbers, versus the common amends
Sakes alive and rekindled, will surmised gaiety show true, the seen?
Head east, if your younger than that man, cacophony
David Hilburn Dec 2020
Arms of distance?
Predicting the irony we adjust
To a knowing light, the equality of amends
Made, for a simplicity to stand forward, and know all must

A hug of introspection
Meant in your favor, and the tradition of identity
Consumed by the passion, a welcome to direction
And its sincerity, do we seek a mention of relent, in a city...

Far and away, the truth of becoming
A knowledge inclined by sorts or worth
The actual in its vicinity, to account a roaming
Suggestion of integrity we encourage from birth

Baby's with rolling eyes...
And taken dreams to a range of voice, we dream with
Sour old gesture, of rued compromise, only why's...
Like a titular excuse of pioneering spirit, a day with opuses bless?

Mother's of invention, that knew the commotion
Rarified exaction, to a marveling hurry, we kept as should?
The forces that be, or is a lucre of sincerer time, our devotion
Looking here to empathy, complete of a rise in the land, could...

Father's of concerned charity's, and a luckier form to nothing?
With the care of callous distraction, is a house made for a needy turn?
Of essential energies, into a heed of cope - the rue of wanting
Another eye fall at the table, to be, a craving for what orders of curiosity earned...

Privilege to meet you, with the eyes of commonness
As shrewd as a claim of burden can be, the irony I preach
And seldom, is a trouble to blame only on paradise
And the muse of composure, with moments to understand a haunt of each...
David Hilburn Dec 2020
Fighting the only
Wind and offered guidance, to a new friend
Presumption in a fine array, the baser side of anarchy
To welcome the new day, to a fascination, a craving for resolution

Lots to a shrewd comment
Taken for silence of opportunity
The tale is one, of many to seem a relent
Of courage, will a happier decision in the gray, liken to unity?

Searching for the words, the tale of composition
Has a willful stare, my needs are in an elaboration by design
Truer to tell you the obvious, the travail of improvisation
Than to cover the nature of poise, we deem and doth a curious trying...

Welcome home, friend of mine
Taste and popularity, is a shroud best for composure
To come with thought and recognition, a salt for pride
And a treatise of compliment, that has situated very, with your curiosity

Meant and mind, the subtlety of origin's to be kind
Sensitivity voiced nativity, where we are the couth to seldom
A history of gift's oft nuance or need, a solitary wish in time
To signify the barriers of promises we meant, and are sure is wonder

Dole of a strong many and their austerity one day...
Patience is an awful contender, for the romance of silence
Shadowed foremost, or bespoken of light, in a raging vagueness...
Taking the time for but decency in motion, we are what we keep, as a honor to select quietness?
Potential seems to be the next in line, for quintessential chances, and a bottle of twelve year old scotch?
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