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David Hilburn Oct 2022
Lied
And with a whole luck
The thread of disdain, might?
Save a little more than futures to pluck?

Common, and due the stars?
Shadows of worth, that complete ourselves?
Shame and direction to a carnal heart?
Time in the wishes of another, that earned its wealth?

Tragedy, never more than else?
The cold shoulder of withheld wisdom
That calmly collects a shine of misery, and melds
Of complacency we set before ourselves, the pout of a question

Look
And seem the prowess of benign blessing
Have we begun a stare, with a realm to its touch?
Inclined to avarice, like a fool wishing more, was lessing?

Good natures...
The tender when of a consciences wind, now chosen to serve
The tale of guidance and aggression to a moment's cure
When poised futures have a lie to say, the length you took to learn?

Purity, not prophecy...?
Ably the quaint, to see the coming host
Not hot, not horror, not history
But a mind you owe with a miracles finger, that owes you back, liberty to a ghost...
Does wisdom overtly know? the times for a savior's lip and its creation, foot falls
David Hilburn Oct 2022
Patience, fate
Trees and treasures of kind
The tale of inclined sate
Has a sunny disposition, as if time

Care for a threshold of dissuasion another day?
Real regret, is the purpose behind our musings
Anger and delves of uniqueness, are to begin with may
A choice of shoulders, save itself for what patience looses...

Salt, is a final run to safety, a hug in the wind?
Curious speed, the irony of candor, to exist
Bred upon balance and the common, the tone of a new voice
That was a care, the towardness of you, an embarrassed list...

With no man's land, came the wish of potential
Sulking and denoted to be, the vice of remembering
The otherwise certain specific, the tongue of quintessential
Looks of responsibility for a question to guidance, sometimes humbling...

Will you marry me?
Places of blossoms, and the callous through and due, today
Of a quiet simplicity, for the anecdote of when boding is anarchy
Isn't a world of itself, the only reason a challenged voice, was anyway?

Persist and pout
The devil and the deed of the bluesy's...
Right to contain and contemplate another good intent, shout
Upon a caring rainbow found in the mere, all more, and me...
Dread says, ask for a tattoo only when you can afford it, unless you want it in all ways my pillow...
David Hilburn Oct 2022
Fickle
Done in mentioned light...
Through and due the common, the still
Notice of compliment, a comment of right

None
The more we save, from the proof of simplicity
Story's and a sulking tree, the seldom of fun in the sun
Turned to universality, with the eyes of anarchy

Amend
Sour and refined, refrain from the beauty of compel?
The pout of another gift and the choice of feeling's substance
Over the quiet since, that has become ours to weal...

Things
And the duty of a desire in worthing heaven, the hell of unity
Given me, and the role of synchronicity a resolve, to sweeten
Time is a daring host, to assure even the tiniest of needs, vicinity

Arduous
Threshold in the lime, the boding of every else, in the book
Staid and remembering decorum, like a hell is every cause
When we are the understanding home, to a willing look...

Force
Are we a stir of responsibility in the arms of voice, or its cope?
Timid as we are, the calling of it all, is a wisdom's source?
Look hard for a nature? when you can have a friend for it's love...

Caring
True to mellower stares, the throe of uncanny light
Made from the none, are we to survive a decision, so faring
The response of decency, that a swim with the devil, is also right...

Liberty
Loan the call, to me for a universe's song
Trust is a walking might of the deed, asking the seldom, evil's
Is it me, or the shade in a wishes stir, the tout we held all along?
What if a fish gave you something besides dread and mercy, ur, ****...
David Hilburn Oct 2022
Doubt
Reasoned with your, friend...
Excuses to win a wish from your pout
Hasn't seen your ghost, until eyes lend

Marvels of home
Meticulous in an innocent stare...
I see a wishes grasp, a mindful love
Choose you, for a question in care

For a decency, with a parable's truth
Sense, sanity and seasons
Of frank and curious, beginnings of youth
When decision is one, will want have its reasons?

Simply breaths to bode, callously?
Share a misogyny, the vastness of us
Come from nowhere, somewhere to ease?
The shadow of compliment, we save because...?

Now, is in your hands, myself
Through and due, the times are a needy
Friendship, to live long, in a sight's wealth
Somehow given prowess, a lifetime to keep

Redoubt
Still, the hunger of emancipation...
With voice; even couth, even now
The eyes of life, in all intimation...
What if I promised a day for individual fear; it's dragon?
David Hilburn Sep 2022
Grant me the speed
Heaven if not a haven of acceptation
Call of a miracle's friend, them to conceive
Bared seldom, and the rise of a right to silence a secret's sin

Soap and today's sun
Has followed a care, so tight
So beautiful in the name of cruelty's fun
Where one invited nightmare is it's light

Joy
Just to ire...
The paradise I saw, is a parable beyond an earthen coil
When we save the sight of a future, I have seen a wishes fire...

Press for me the candor of angst, a ghost I met once...
The tows of shrewd contact, to a lot, of questions that sow
The response of anarchy, to a blow of wind we saw bare a dragon
That has no name, but the one I gave to it, for a rose

Clay?
And the stark face of nothing, loved
By the forces I hated, except for a shred of decency
Same side of peace we will with a banal blindness, like us...

Have and the blessing of another ghost
Dance with us, until legend is none more, adage
Smile and defy the world, of a lip that has forsaken those
Till a resolve is no longer a host, of my pain and rage

Sorry no more alienation, which
In the true voice of now redeemed, is a callous share
In the levity of prowess to identify a chaste
Simply put, tomorrow...
David Hilburn Sep 2022
Privileged to tell?
The better role, in a vouching vaunt
So set, for a devotion in might, we be the fell...
Longing for a shadowy right, to live in the light we haunt?

Patience, is such, if not the only virtue
Predicament in few, vice to love...
Collecting the same, if not shame triumphant, due?
Do we know ourselves, when liberty has excused us...

Is, a younger covenant?
Through in forced issues, the tale of spirit's introduction
Saved from future implication, the choice I relent...
Is mine to the pout of another, the sound of vanity come, again

Won't?
And interpretation of a new, hastier league...
Of repercussion, and the till of ominous moment's...?
Readied by an unseen hand, as if reality is to conceive

Nowhere in mind, for the truth to visit?
Me, in the courage we show, we tender is a callous front
Of appetite's superiority, the turn of acumen into wit...
That has seen it all, a perception intoned for a care so, don't?

Destiny, and the ilk of homage...
We prepare in languishing eyes; the times are a bared lover?
Set to tooth, and with a realm to it's touch, that is a livelier legend?
Will my known, need as a name is my shield, begin to sate lucre?

West, with the common ire, to verify a new sanity
Paces and fate, in the land to tell a very different story....
Everyone has heard, over and over again
With one difference, is my name to rule the vastness, I worry...
Promise me a new rainbow in the dark of night, and I will offer cares that know the day...
David Hilburn Sep 2022
Didn't, to foretell?
Have and need soon, the exaction in a pace
We foretell is peace, a looking wish, well...
The reach of a new passion, seldom in may?

Choices
Staring ours, to win the pardon
Here is my, courtesy in new sources...
That collect a need, with calm as a problem

Hatred, is a role to finish a thought
With a deed's chaste...
Welcome it to a liberty, with no future, but a whim...?
That worlds have claimed that no man may pass...

Up
In heaven, them and tows of charisma
Curious, enough to understate love?
With another use, in the corner with its own; enigma

Here indeed...
The irony of response, kindness, to wrap a frank finger
About the succor of purpose, the identity of becoming heed
Been whether a bit lip, a changing season and a breeze to linger...

In your soul, with a boding craving...
Peace was a simple friend, that you sent to a lovelorn ghost?
Speak your piece of a puzzle, none the less a work in saving...
Another way, from the spoils of worlds, that has come to host:

Us
The praise of angst, for a belly of conscience and mere?
An awakening hindsight to love, to remind in certain voice, thus
Is its own reward when a callous promise shines; is, was never fear...
Does caring's and patience's face, know when enough, is to smile at time? Do flags know what timidity, is...?
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