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David Hilburn May 10
Right about glue?
Salvation is a nod's miracle...
Flow to owe, is rightness you?
With the season of silence, will...

A quiet person
Save you from two?
Chaste, and expecting worsens
Apprehension, is for those who...?

Kind amid dreck
Superiority has found your hunger...
Safety of sanity, is always elect
If was was to be, wall's speak danger?

Hush
Actual accord to finish
Simple lucre, to deliberate thus
The question's and answer's, of essences wish

Glad to meet me?
Sincerity is ours, for another
Integrity of poise and anarchy
With only ourselves to bother...?
A question only an angel could answer...?
Sally would with the wall
Music so shrouded, a hat of compliance
The terror involved
A chance meeting with resolve, that stated intention...

My name is Carlton
Spate energies, and the vague way
A harping halt to better problems
Has saved me from a hateful demon, with it to say:

Choose me over any other, the collapse of vows
Has a futile throw of light, in the remark innuendo made
Salt and harmony, to fetch a liberty without how
Is a door on commonness, that has the shape of futures sate

Lemonade and dickory cookies
Shown the time of their life, a hallway to sigh
Scurrilous was a special man, with a plan, for a dreams ease
With the stone of fending remorse into a corner, of life...

Patiently, the day came to a close...
Proud Sally, or privileged Carlton
A wish adrift in the evening your, the scared host
Of another smile to win, the promise of a stoic question...

Hello, I have the world to sleep longer than me
Simply roles of victory, victimized by a lip of succor
Rhyming and doling the obvious, of a secret means
To an ending for serenity, that knows your craving for ours?
Promise a picture on the wall the world, and a deed in loves grasp, is found in the neighbors hands...
No one
Silence has a favor to ask
Move the might, adored withheld
Are, the voice of lies, and the act

***
In one misery, to embarrass
Signs to defer, elaborate hosts vex
A callous waste, of decided pasts

Long spoken treacle
Superiority has the moment
Fear, despair; married an oracle
Save your childhood first, the tickle relented:

Poison to youth...
Prestige came by paper and honey
Sweet nothings, that promise to tow aloof
Until presence is a form to money

Money already spent
On have and Eden?
Where has a liberty, been meant?
Somehow the miserable wind, has cried for a reason...
For those that know a tiger to be an eventual means to many woes
Hadn't
Wishes in a wishful God's voice
Risen hours, reminding worth asking
World's to weigh, wait on misery's choice

Found two, by myself
Remember, to linger with prayers legend
Twain, a salt between here and health
Is still you, a requited vanity to mend

Mercy, with an opinion longer
Than a tongue has a right?
Imagine a halt of habit, stronger
And the seldom of heaven, is why might...

Has don't for a friend
Speed and vehemence...
Special to me, a future to lend
A chaste works like my time, sincerity

Time to show the truth...?
A good time, that leads happenstance
To a whole example, of pride becoming couth
Share the eye's of youth; before a stare becomes age's heaven...
The door slowly opened, where no man could see, and the whispering wind asked, "could you see the door has patience for a can and want..."
Sour banana's
Push and see
Many waits, many sates
Question a sore head, and be

Tired and fickle
So fated, in sweaty hands
Life, with time to tickle
Has a cause, when cause ands

Rescue the bird, anxiety
Insist the flower, stinks
***** the angel, vanity
Presume the taste, links

Wishes you never made...
Salt is hairs patsy
If clashing with a hat, sincerity said
A choke on a joke, makes head antsy

Simple news
For a pout, a huntered dollar bill
When laughter is forever good
A petty choice, is a climb up savagery's hill
David Hilburn Apr 30
***, with a teacher
Misery's is no mans welcome
Here to affirm, when *** is meager
Does philosophy ache for some?

Aristotle, teacher of future acts
See my confusion, doldrum
Is a flowers conscience about the facts
Sent with hopeful presence, is a spirit home?

Plato, teacher of today's callousness
Share my intuition, metal sings
In the name of judges, all of whim
Cares and meres, help what we think

Socrates, teacher of yesterdays soul
More than accuracy, are we a knowing heaven?
Salt and sweet, ice and seasons; hold
They're contempt, for a sight bigger than just a religion

God...
With no lip for a suicidal glare
Ought with a seeking privileged
To lead you to reasons, I leave knowing where...
Do I Have To Say It...?
David Hilburn Apr 22
Was sexier fun
Asleep, when thumbs excite...
The reason we wait on home
Is a secret in the wind, might?

Patient couth, with curves
Have asked us to walk by
And say hello to what worths
Seldom in love, a taste of pretty why?

Soap
And the honor, of a glaring
With the times, and a little hope
Hot on staring heels, we find caring

To be a magnificent kiss
Dragons with needy eyes first
A whole moment, alone in a world is...?
A wish to become better, before worst...

Do children know these things?
Do adults share what wisdom saw?
Do canny austerity, save any being?
Do a safer show of sensitivity, begin at home?
Feeding the first one home, when you never left, when only thoughts will do
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