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Spoken first, particular last
With a mightier introduction, ahead
Since sincerity, since seclusion, so fast...
Has the voice of a beautiful angel, awoken to lead...

Meetings of the mind
Continue in the voice, meager times
Hope and surmisal, can be so kind...
Letting a lost promise, become strength's trying...

Survival's prophecy, of the fittest
Where in, stirs of shared conscience
Is the can't, the cope of truth, a senses test...
Adage over communed liberty, overtly presence...

A tale of two liberty's
Shown a calling, a creed to instinct, due
Know a keep, beyond which is civility...
Ready an eye, of comprehension is anarchy's you...

Salt to salt, spice to spice
Where, out to dance among intuition's stars
Has the new voice, of now in love twice...
The rue of simplicity, the risk of summation, by far...
collect a stirring few to your breast and an identity's blessing will come...
Now is, new isn't
Nothing but succinct...
Compare me to something besides wisdom?
Have you seen a care, without believing...?

Can seldom become an occult?
Impatience is mine, for sincerity, to a fault
Sweet Christ, am I a have's vivid salt?
Void is my name of you, until I select light for shalt...

Irony is an awakening source...
Simple futures, fruit like a question
Angel's of a feather, finish a lot with love's force
Answer's of chastity, haven't received my blessing

But beauty has...
An age to itself
Letting bother become your fascination
Is another question, of powers and their wealth?

When a tree makes a wish for you...
Is the world its lord, or should you clarify
An our of held lips, until harmony is due...
The truth of a voice, known as a miracle's vanity
yet to be, set to me, and let to we; is clarity good?
Share, are we your decency?
Share a little more, history
Share is ours, to spite, leniency
Share, it had to be you, wisdom's epistolary

Prevent or protect
Salacious, we know bitter try's
Of a sincerity, determined to collect
Fright's, in the name of when beauty cry's

Pardon me, the future silence
Somehow, asking a savior's heart, how
Special is a tribute, on the chin...
Secret's with a many, misery in a tow

Can't mean the better?
Sordid advances...
Makes the call, to finish the letter
Of a wish, then with avarice's chances

Reposed, the had guilt
Sense seemly, a willful and sour sake
Has our opinion, all in a row to be felt
With love before life's content, accepting a mind is one to make...
Judge me a dour bee, or a psychotic fly; the way to a world's heart, is a clique of your best, a blessing from hell and back...
Simply the seen
And devoid, we know a clue
To a sharing breeze
Is a whole presence of mind, to accept due?

Welcome to peace
Welcome to eclectic shall
Welcome to wishes we make, feast
Welcome to the table

Where is habit if I surmise a legend?
Taken with life's little pill, is havoc to compose a charade?
With realms to simpleness, is a guest my only amend?
Sincerity in justices' way, will we compare the actual to love or hate?

Welcome, indeed...
Sour notice for an endearing friend, never in forces allowed?
Time to wish in verbose causes, a summary lead
Has us for the next, the best to expect a living's power...
Could a method to madeness save itself, from a hysterical guest, liberty?
David Hilburn Sep 30
Spoken tests
Of virtue in the neglect
We made what is your surviving smile, of lests
A query of the conditions, of what tomorrow reflects...

Minor adjustment
To a thrilling gift, today is a worthy sort...
Many and all or any and few, to ask a relent
Is history a reach for better now's, than a day on its course?

Major question
In a bell, we see the forest for the trees...
Rung proud, to let hope save a charity for life's oppress
We have found the welcome of strangers, to be like cunning bees

Moment's superiority
And the hour of onus we took for granted, the truth
Is awake, is becoming sake, and known to smile if naked
Singing its praises, in certain language, is hatred youth?

Done like your smile, was our first tongue, to understand misery?
Happening with demand, depend is a reign we designate sick
But letting doles be souls, can a dramatic entrance be a relative history?
Be the better of destiny, fated with an orchestrations fire, lick for lick

The stare of compromises, the faring of life as it wizens...
Stirred with the causes and effect, that made time a sincerity
Grander with a ray of sunshine, but greater as a glares decision
Can a whole might, of what is a bared appeal, be the voice you make for integrity?
meeting hope in the driven rain, can be the happiness a day of intuition sought...
David Hilburn Sep 21
Waited women
Sojourning men
Accuracy, for a doling wind
Sophistication, and their children...

Purpose ought a promise...
Sans a wishful eye, we knew you...
Truer by a salt; a fault to wizen...
Collapse and see, the honor you are due...

Adding hours, with their causes
Risque, is the name of sinister works?
But with reality to invest, the cares are odd...
Of a reason in love with bests, the smile of worsts?

Callous
Actual liberty, to worth in the limelight...?
A voice so simple, that it is the speed of us
Viewing the mercy in a lived seem, are we forever, right?

Lies to the patience, the turn of solace into deems weal, real...
Have the excuse of decisions few, but forces of a secret's wish
Has become the only way to pardon life, a heart to steal?
Hatred is cheap, when your mind swims with a fish...

God's heaven
Smiles of decency, for a frightening halt to it
Timid futures, with a place for love, even given
Only lead by the truth of us, sincerity and wit...

Sleep of the, ages...
Sent to went, the tilling eye of loves sate...
Merit in one more kindness, above which is life's wages...
Time with no proof, of what is a lovers fate...
held in high regard long before silence has a taste, futures with a still silent care, make the time for a quiet rendezvous with appetite's ghost, misery's avarice
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?
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