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David Hilburn Jun 2019
Prettier than you...?
Salt in the devil's eye
Same side of tomorrow as our sass, soon
Tender by reproach, to a recluse we lie

Upon a native bed
Seldom, to instill, anything but beauty?
Stares and charity's we lead
Curious? question your consequence for lucre

Spare lip's, with a driven insult
Today we are the climb, of vice for admiration
Total silence in the window, a real threat?
If a legend ever see's the care of least, we meant...

Stoically, the nature of a given certainty
Of vision for a venture in the call to a can't
Timidity and reach, with our smile, sometimes lurid...
Learn the speed of limit's, we suffice is and

And a season of reasons we favor, with all and spice?
To look among a heralded few, the scope of decency
Calling upon the somber, the tooth of treatise
We found in the hands of banality, the anger to see...

The shadows have a lover with no sense...?
Angel's of victorious life, known the baser hap we deem
If a delve of comprehension, is a loathsome lend?
Of wizened salt … with a rage comes the patience of them?
David Hilburn Aug 2022
Pout, Johnny, pout
Since a dare, a driven love...
Sakes alive, the corner of charity we allowed
Is a taste of yesterday, with a tomorrow just because...

A taste of today, with its counter:
And retried misery, with a name to follow?
Reasons in frozen steps, a lip for the founder
That knew the cares of steadfast runs to a little soul...

More than a charisma in worth's timid embrace?
The truth of a voice so enamored, so vanity...
Is a language to confirm nothing, but the place
Of sensibility, the fact we dote is this part of sanity?

Witness me...
Running at the lengths of the notorious land
Success and distances avowed, for a lip that see's
You cry like a child before the world's needier hand

Sands of wishes we never made, without each other
Particular to inner most, if not the hosting, of desire
Last's treasures and finer features, of calling sin a kept bother
Just to show a levity of keep and now, the irony of a liar?

Pennys that dance when kissed, live on the noxious moon?
Stoic jewels of couth, where has an invisible kiss, begun or been?
Looking now in the eye, will we save justice, from all too soon?
The rage of simplicity to quell, the notion we know means...

Yes Johnny, the door swings both ways
The tale of youth and its demeanor, to remember a serious ilk...
Is but a beauty in motion, the turn of sincerity to what has
A paradise in long liberty's, the earning of guidance, for a heard decency's silk...

Long to view, the terror in a praise, we see the cunning...
Of insincerity that will, the around and deserved voice
Of minds adage, minds ability, to question a face still running...
What has a cope become, will a day's lament, become our only choice?
David Hilburn Apr 2023
And heroes become many?
Live and let prosper...
A few in love, perhaps fewer than any
But capable at moments, of life to serve

Consider me a method in gave
Supposed chances, now subtle in hope
To these we find, a lucre to save
Persuaded by may, the first of them in forth...

Welling heed
To accept the tone of a voice
With the forces we know, live for our need
To these we condone, a new many with choice

Time in its long run, has seen our problems
Safety of a known care, to alleviate a keeping soul
With these powers, and purpose to understate a whim
The craving of joy, is itself, for those that know why marvels grow old

Sense made, season attested
Can our worth's and lasts of what opinion will, with
Be together in fame and fashion, as if a character blessed?
With but a stoney kiss, the dreams we fate for another, have is...
David Hilburn Mar 2024
Where, deluded
San's sophistication...
A welcoming done, on by view
A relic of anger's intimation?

Ours, the skip of opus...
Fear, freedom is a merciful gift
Form, we have never; as dust...
Beauty is a challenge, given as eye's lift

A rage is no man's wisdom...
Races of reign, baring the brutal
As living dies for a better question
The younger the love, the more the blind will?

Blind is both, to bother a realm
With a sake's agony, saint's be patient?
Where devoid, accusation has found health
Even with a marriage resolute, death is resplendent...

Dread became pride's soul devotion
Surreal to venture forth, love...
With sincerity as a reward for us, a portion?
Of a soul's only eye's to know, a wishes covenant?
David Hilburn Jun 2024
Red...
The snore of a ghost...?
Has seen a party, with music fed
A prayer; a sincerity lost?

Catching a breeze
Catching a star
Chances predict, a certain heathen
With marveling eyes, staring at far

Away
Motion of a decision
Saving might from may
A sorrow has spent a stare's lesson

Purpose beyond
Stifling a wish, that gave...
No man a soul, for psyche and longing?
Are we to dance, alone or might we take...

The time to ask
Cause curious, enough to face...
The music, for its compassion of facts?
Seeing a cacophony, I know you, for dread's race...
Lets party like it's nighty-night, benign?
David Hilburn Dec 2018
Pretty ordeal
In the semblance of avidness, the tow of commonness
Lions for levity, lambs for unity, saving all...
In the realm of vice, we know the irony we guest

Courage, is a legend in the world
Sakes to visit the justice, in a lore we save
Patience would, a requiem early
The worth has bloomed, the comparison eaved

Well, if not synchronicity?
Pretty order's to a new fate of simplicity?
Honor in the space of gain, a wholesome gaiety
Hi, and the presence of courses in validity...

Now?
Or the candor of a new friendship
With the patience of pleasance and kind's, we dote for allow
Taste's of if, the world has a climate to wish...

Never?
Time in the more's we sake to language
Romance and assurance, the tale of composure
With resolve to love, a care that has seen forces, imagine

Nature?
Omnipresence to finalize a curious fact
Of weal and needy limit's, in mind for what may a work
To see in the light, that we are a smile with future's to ask
1-2 be and share, 3-4 a heavenly odor, 5-6 please be same, 7-8 hoping the gay, 9-10 gone back and done it again...
David Hilburn Jul 20
Tale to tell
Three piggies
Wearing a suicide, like a feat of hell
And the rage of a wolf, with a prayer between liberty's

A spidery breeze...
Aled to allure, the *** of repose
Come curious, my sincerity is an avid squeeze...
Compare me to silence, a need confirming those

Days end, in a savoring grasp
With the eyes of time, to these we tell a different story
Places of wishing hours, with the grace to live at last
With the flesh of light, comes a drama let, never sorry...

The pride, the copious sorts
When the world has a patience for your gifts
Subtle is the crave of possibility, to try, in short
The eyes of heaven have lent us, and an eye lifts...

A world of voices and presiding choices...
That collects itself, to a fury of poise, live lover
The awakening hunger we make, is a now's more
In the belly of worth, we have seen a creation overt...

Pretty as a picture, pity in a turn of cheek?
That has said the adding wink, of a salty memory
That has me by a quiet song, merit in the place of world's seek
Here is your purpose, under the very light's we know, are your story
photographers in love, sometimes gave pop, pop, izz, izz...
David Hilburn Aug 30
Empire cologne
Empire shoeshine
Empire silent until it gets home
Empire comes with wine

Edge of reason, if not the sharing of a seat
Sour notice, of a crasser than usual house fly
Where is the time, empire thinks to meet...
A fly, as we know, already is to be a considered try

The conversation is short and brief
Die you little beggar, the night has a cloak
And due the daggers of time, see a due belief
This risk, this isn't, is the how in a bliss to poke

House sweet tooth
Belongs to me, like shadowy retreat from the light
Where has a desperate curiosity been? here is truth
When empire see's, empire knows the rise in the, right...

Right about the seen, seems to be a serious question
Thinks the fly, sweet as a hallowed tooth can be, we admit
My misgivings of choice, for a lengthy discussion, of my blessing
Done like these, a fly does leave the matter up to you and your wits
do you know how brisk, a serious charity can be?
David Hilburn Mar 2024
Tasteless...
Jokes, I'd died for...
So whetted an appetite, for bests
And a single worst, shapes to form

Adage, with no history
Accept a joy, has you in mind
Sorry, but *** is no epistolary
When two is more, one is only kind...

Faces that ace the test
Marks and redoubt, to tell the tale
Sorry, but *** is for lessons
That eat rhymes, that know when to fail

Future misery:
What has a cough, fit for a king
But ate the queen's pie? luridity
Is a child with a thumb *******, a playing's aching?

*******...
Red is our forte, similar finger's
With a reach, asking only doles
Is **** a friend, when reality linger's?
Just something I drug in...
David Hilburn Feb 2024
River accepts; reasons and done...
Sweet exception, in the needs we fare
Are the told, the toiling west of money?
Taken for sincerer times, the opus of care?

Think allure...
Is a wealthy shoe, the only way to dance?
And to imagination in the same, a rolling curiosity
With the times of decency, hopefully avidity's moments...

Think composure...
So waited, if not weighted to advance
The notion of simplicity, as a spare continue, of open worth
Order and chaos, with misogyny as arduous a stance?

Think despondency...
Letting worth, keep the better of common assumption
A halt of silence, in the name of rendering immediacy
A stoic habit, of a quiet question:

Thank dependency...?
Reality to venture forth, with seldom's catch
I am the patience of virtue, the vote of leniency?
Like appetites of justice, in the our of stirring cope, I have seen silence's legend...
David Hilburn Oct 2024
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?
David Hilburn Jul 2024
The beauty of made beds?
Irony on the verge of beauty cope?
Settling bared for a beauty, in the name of sleep?
A question of simplicity, for beauty to requite a hope?

Soul, a passion has come, to ye...
Let with solemn have, and the actual
Powers that since, singing the soul of worth into view be
The rage of decency, to earn the better of a future who...

Pride is a laboring voice, with a moment to same notion
Needfulness with a bared truth, eats from the hand of beauty
Sound to solace, and the devil to see, is the world's sin
Comparing *** with a riddance's dance, is only lucre

How or the risks of hatred...
Know love like a challenge of sincerity, that hasn't
Adage and cares intoned with a house sulking, is terror's lead?
When avid is a searching heed, it is a voice that wasn't...

Save honor the time, and you will see...
A choice of significance to a wish, larger than life atoned
With the reasons of virtue, that began with a seeming victory
Of life in the grasp of love, that has sat a champion of a soul, one...

A chance meeting with something besides beauty...?
Sour and in deference to liberty, the question of earned kind
Is for the senses, of witnessing the grace it took, each
Idea of life continuing to be, the reality we made, for a heart and a mind...
A where in the house to the man who knew a were into them how two Theye'd many
David Hilburn Oct 2024
Speed in love
Speed to eat, from a rainbow
Speed to know, the sun shines for us
Speed to give, a heart an angels how

Spare me...
The reach of roles; worth endeavor...
Subtle likes, of when the earth becomes anarchy
Can't, a face see the life we were?

Candor, in a hand held
So to how, a vestige of resilience
Come by sense, a meet so little
Of how a soul can be, a lover's chance...

Save a wish
The times throw of light
Sense we shall know, has reality to relish
Stark knowledge of better, than a dread right...

To see what went away
In the might's of generosity
Just to become, just to say
We know love is life's virtuosity
Seldom, have one, gone wan, done won; do you know the difference?
David Hilburn Dec 2024
Totally, for ever more, as sure...
Spirited away
With our eyes watching the sun, curious
The glare of history, is with us to say...

I love to see you, love
Cause and creation
When nights roam, spirit even does
The obvious, a heart to know needs sensation...

Has become...
Our soul reason to exist
Letting the lent have a taste of home
We are the people, who have happiness to list

Rage was such an old man
Sitting in his overdue chair
Pregnancy, layovers, and books; have a plan
Will a secret arranged to excuse sharing's stare...?

At this time, the bills came to be paid
Heat, grocery's and rent
Where we were, the eyes of what we said...
Alive, in the name of life, we meant...
perhaps too romantic? hello to a weighty stare in the best one has to offer, a stare at love staring right back at you
David Hilburn Jun 2021
Truth's anniversary
With a friend
Saving almost from mimicry
Of a boat's sail, taken for utmost's lend

Do I look deep into eye's?
Pies and decision's made kisses
Sour old me, with reasons to lie
And cheat one out of their wishes

Stone cold assurance
Of a liberty to seem, well, anarchy
The other side of the coin, to dance
And play the fool, of hasty reality's

Shown a step...
And a handsome whole to move
Wild guarantee's become a grace set
For a beautiful day, of mercy for love

Simple day's indeed...
Bout, shout, and now
The strength of courage, heed
Is a baring I know, as if you intending marvel's show...
David Hilburn Apr 2024
***, 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 Nov 2021
Politer than you
Asking the been and bitter
To wish in open argument, a claim of due
Is a recent pace of better need, than a call to utter

Utter a finish to the time of treasured sight
Of a friend first, still chaste, but knowing wine
With a response to integrity, and the future we might
A resolve for terror, that took and mused of harmony inclined

A scare of tin and thought diamonds
True to a tilling day, will see ourselves, jealous and weary
Of a new vanity in the mercy's we made, for a callous hinds
A stoic reply I meant, and defend to its driven mind, a sharing...

House with a duress in hand and with a careful eye to excuse
Came with a potency that is our finding hope, the hello of knots
That come and go, with a realm to its touch, if not hatred to lose
A hair of simplicity for a better last, the tone of a voice hidden to ought

Shrewd acts and dependent facts, in the lime
Sports of comment and dispose, in the name of worthier few
Forces of compromise with a shallower tongue, than a thought for time
The waters we see, are but a fearing nod to sensation with one more due

Allow me a promise, and I will commit distance to memory
Mind the heat of when, the stir of vice will become an arm of patience
**** the miracle or presence of more, and the guile I show for entice
Will become the temptation of another body, of what is our care, for ages

Terror, found with a passion in the rhyme of a sated means, while
The order of conscience and its heed, burns
With all and most, to serve the ideal of control and love, still the style
Of a friends voice, is the praise of essence, a world on the verge of what earns?
Repose with an old photograph of what was more than you, even, on a windy day...
David Hilburn Mar 2023
Poignant, the tomorrow
I envision, is a laugh in the silence
We made a breeze, of fun and time to borrow
Let with also, and the mightier and, we know begins

A dance of right and wrong
Set to rights, and the health of persuasion
The dote of another gift, of levity for a strong
Pace of decision, that has come with a need's intuition

Detriment, is a friend in need...
Severity has a common, shoulder, with specialness...
Austerity comes before almighty, when lovers see the heed...
Courtesy is a fool for acceptation, when anywhere is to bless...

A soul with no place for itself?
Asking the rise of assumption, if care is to be known, well...
In the bastion of merit we all know, is a city of course and wealth
With only a rage to guide me, is a history without mine, a little bit of heaven or hell?
David Hilburn Dec 2018
Like true, like more, in cold regret
Harrowing mars of simplicity
Have the taste of a house where we met
The nerves of sense, come for stance and audacity

Miles above our repose, a storm form's
The tale of complexity, to serve as a door
Where we wink, stink, and think the minding of norm's
Suggesting the guidance of a hand along the reach of other's

Sincere rain fall's
The torrent asking the house to understand
Were we the same of unity, oft a happier but silent wall?
Or is a gift of room's and their sides, a fear we can...?

Tenatiously, the isn't and the done
Realizing the truth in a legend, approval of misfortune's who'd
Nature has a laugh, we have, or ache and similarity to gun
Looking this way and that, if a love is to survive, is could not...?

Threshold, do we know the rise of yet another fate?
Ably, continuing with harbored commit
Energies in reserve, if not conscience to lend, for sated
Weal's we never knew, except to say, the irony we meant...

Confused, the storm abates until severity's morrow
Work's we have been, totaled for ages, mere and decision near...
Seeking the poise of courage, if not comprehension in worlds
Seemingly for the commonness we see outside, out where, if and all sakes, adhere
David Hilburn Mar 2020
When we joke
About a rhyme in the rain
With teeth to teeter, and taught with hope
My needs are foremost, as if we all have it to say

Burden in fair
Token tragedy that comes to first's nigh
Lot's of liberty we find in the embarrassment of cares
That began with somber note, but ended, with the revolution of sigh's

A gift from a friend is delivered to a door
And a smile is left, in the heard bell or knock
Taken to decency and the door itself, where a lip has it to form
A callous eye, a given charity to ask, will decision's ever look?

The punch line:
Is that gift from a beauty or a life toward?
The tale of simplicity to inure, when spare kisses have the time
Pleasance is a new friend, with a sock to the chin, hard

Who was this? commonness
How do I return the favor? god bless
Can we play the youth for a fortune in gaiety? season's attest
Does we, the couth we name a frank tread, know how to excuse a life? for yes...
***** bird...
David Hilburn Feb 2024
Wishes, I never said...?
Rolling tongues, admit appearances
Are deceiving, but purpose to lead...
Has an ear for a rainbow's chances

Rainbows lead to pouting voices...
Facing the stare, I make a quiet
Collective memory served; has choices...
The reagent of a house of colors, so bright

Star's that starve?
As the moment indicates...
Your rhyme for the silent, is another's liar...
Privilege behind a scare, finishes the irate

Races of fate, found in a valued youth...
Respite is to be, an awkward challenge
Of a time, that accuses you for couth...
Curses of final fear, are often to nearer mention

The fright in the rain
Told to sit, by a silver voice...
Sigh's and minding, the candor of pain
Will such a song, begin here with loyalty?

Does and doesn't...
Shame wear a passion's decision?
Deciding upon, a notorious lesson won't
Is a handful of salt, the only shared intuition?

Liberty, at all costs...
And a hill named only rage
That worth's the world, with hosts
Sent to a wish, I made...

Time be a liar's friend...
One step more
Like love and hates marvel, to lend...
The story of reach, is who's war?
Waiting on the wane of wax, weight has its water...
David Hilburn Feb 2019
Terror in a palm?
To reside in the limelight
Fairly and heavy with ecstasy's challenge
Fascination with when, we are choices, to be mine?

And your enamored thumb...
Sweet, the excess we note, is the gift of neediness more
To energies that claim the day for us...
So sweaty a remorse, the taint of decision's and form...?

Look at my dainty flower, the names of misery...
Is a retort from the east, of each and eden?
Paces of prayer's we've doted, are a cool head, ornory
My eye for you, the instinct of ask and foible, leading...?

Too bucolic in the name of mortal silence, is a giving future?
Why the crass judgment that comes to beleaguer?
Beginning with a nature we foresaw, as a patient curiosity...
Made for the vows of other's, have you seen their dream we're...

Of the land, having the vice of you as the deeds of open bother?
Where you are, and with all to assume, a need's heart to roam
Of history in motion, come to bitter example of losses and neither
Of truth's estranged wind, the toil of another voice, will the time pleasingly and presently come...?

Most wouldn't suggest the coming automobile...
And other's will also serve the name of justice once more
And the precious words of avarice we save from hell
Tones of voice with you to prove, are the careful, with a trying world...
David Hilburn Jul 2022
No fork
No spoon, until life looms
No knife, without friendship to implore
No plate, to make a wish without room...

For more...
Special is the need
Of compelling, to understate sore
Feelings about the rue and the role of thee

Sent to sweet for an eventual chastity
The chiding of gall, to subsume, we favor
The limit's of worth, a world can save, by vanity
Of coolly and calmly clashing with a problem's suitor

Spare or seasoned
The tale you seek, came with the force of promises
Made and sometimes fate, is a fickle keep, of reasoned
Many to jump into an argument, of sense and the nobility of lives

Know fork, the taste of complexity, to give rage a gift
Know spoon, the till and the handsomer will of cordiality
Know knife, for itself, the common and the baring eyes of distance
Know plate, coming here and now with a future for you, nativity
David Hilburn Sep 2021
Pouts and things
Scent in the summer breeze
Rules of conduct, the opposition
And the cares of decency, see my curiosity?

Walking to the sunset
Set to rights, that continue with patience
Otherwise might, the eclectic met...
In the heat of bother, sincerity's rages?

Kindly, no more friendships
Without, the keep of a mercy
Timely, and known for a life's twist
The truth in a coming discomfiture of worry

Has, a kneeling gift been so radical?
Through and done to who, the twain of embarrassment
Is a catch of baring the night, ever worldly and skeptical
The need of another, to understand a youth, I relent:

Burden in full light, to wait and receive the presence of mere
And true timidity, the response of unity in cares
Of lore and love, to worth the times into a question dear
That has a voice pure enough to be, the ideal of meandering stares...

Meant to kind come, the liberty in a wishing brace
To venture forth, with energy and elan, the things of moments
Given a some, of virtue with a kiss of repose, for praise
Seldom is the misery of a heart seen, unless another has been, kept
David Hilburn Mar 2023
Due, the times
Arrival of a concerted friend
At the designated since, the basis of every crime
To be, a whole salvation of what ends

Keep, the times
Rue and divulgence to a rapid and just
Merit, the coping suggestion of what ides
Were, the note of atonement in fair, if not ought's must

Solemn, the times
Strange horizon's with a calling
Ably, the needs of another, shied
And true, sigh of curiosity, that has seen falling

Adage, the times
Sworn to better kind
Turns of repose, have the sense to shine
Well and could, the very order of what mind

Secret, the times
May to fore, the airing, a league with might
To know a callous sorts of claim, the history of why
We are that we are, the other side of what mercy might

Stars, the time
Worth neither whether willing nor would
Comparison needs the let, the better in a wishful lime
Tow and certainty to hold, a portrayal of hosts who could...
asking if oblivion is to be, offer it, and the flies will come...
David Hilburn May 2024
Sweeter Jesus
Pain is your favor, insurrection?
Only a river, told to be tewes?
Of a musical dream, that lived before sin...

Silent skies
With avidity, comes the rain...
Desperation may, fruit or lies
When saviors play the part, they know pain

Salt in the way
Strangers came, to a living love
Simple demands, drama in the speed, stay
A night in the sour mere, that became us

Worth the lucre
With the common, blindness
We decided is a terror
Where fear owes this, less...

Waiting for the walls
To decide, your fate in more
Than the havoc in our halls
When music has a truth, is it at war?
Look hi and love, make beautiful music, and die the death of an eye? (Waiting for the music to come)
David Hilburn Sep 2024
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 May 2023
More to else
Favors of the sun
Whether requited, or earthen bell
Has a taste for cunning...

Whether...
Anarchy in almost hold
Whole, in fates either
Comes for quiet times, a river of gold

God painted the sky
In its name
Rarity, futures or boldness high
On a revelations courage, a breath same?

See my needs, lead
By a callous soul, with memory
Served ahead, a soul fed
By all's redemption, a finality letting

Live longer than me...
Suffice and perception
Compared for a lover's means, a kiss
Of how is everything, when nothing is your intuition
David Hilburn Sep 2023
Dead air
Host of acceptation
Boast of his brass band, done with a flair
The few and the gay, until avid is saying

Dressed to a tea
Do you remember me?
Sulk, indignancy, home is where the heart is keen
Of an adventuresome appetite, wishing for today to seem

A door on time and space?
Why, is an open question
Toward a new opportunity, is fade a way?
Consider us a relatively odd task, in the asking...

Are you ready, for an excitement that has no fate?
Undue the neglect you are observing, is mine to meddle?
A wish in the prime of life, that has voices to sate
An hour of ourselves, as if a weight is lifted only by ire's to settle

Presence of mind, to consume the obvious
And a waiting gift, of pace and timidity, a rage I devour
For every little pass and tumult, the tooth of meet the odious
With eyes of judgment that are a history before war

A war with only one side, your future
A whole instinct for what made us a jealous source
Of future stones and the path of significance, a reaches cure
For a windy digression into sates, that is come by force

Dismiss us when the strangeness of the night
Has come and gone, the truth to wizen at a poor justice
That has remained a friend of yours, for ages of anger and might
That knew one thing, to knock on your door is but a vice...
Dawn, and the intuition of a house has become, our excuse to remain silent. A story we favored with another kiss...?
David Hilburn Jun 2024
Simplicity
Had like a child with no forethought
Quiet, angel, thinking joy implicitly...
Is a babes dream, even where love is not?

Not the taming wind?
Severity, in the name of solemn justness?
Can a vice, be a lover's stare, to lend
The our of presence; of mind, kindred, and bless

What has my lip, for another sigh?
Of peace, the still remaining share
Of life; so many, so many mind...
Even when peace is a step forward, sensation cares

Callousness, are we a fate, in silences fury?
Of prayer; notice the shade we compel
To look one more time, a sated cause to carry
Away the copious day, that is for more than another haste of hell

Here to say, stay
Outward limits we will know
With a new solemnity, with an ear for any
Who would save me, from the mind I blow...?
Roses are indeed red, even when a halt is fed...
The sound of a prayer
In the room, in the rain outside...
Songs to remain with, dances of notion's to care
A serious secret in our behalf, a smile too wide?

Merit and further, wait for me...
In the belly of a sovereign call, with an apology
Asking need, facting reasons of an open keep
Of what was our first, and only taste of what a hell shall...

Towers of strength
Fruit in the name of the wind
Are we here, there is now; the beauty in haven't
An adoring sun, with the time to take the moment to kin?

Witness us, when the land eaches a shadow...
For what was, a simple sense of something better
Curious beds or the fury of ahead, which lead to pride, a swallow?
Here is the cope we deem, to be a friend we never lost to whether...

Came, and the infamy of shame
A hat of worsts and baring certainty, the fight of doldrums
That collected under our nose, a future to represent a holy fame
When we earn our wait in rainbows, where was God's home come?

Religion, here?
In a doting choice of history, we see our passions
A seed to think ever freed, a house of what went where
With conscience came, didn't a hap seek you for all, of a sigh's reliance?

Shared rage...
Are we the silence of vice, a sight of rational deeds?
Let with the eye fall of another more, a heart of specialness to appear and wage
A hope of ashes to ashes, tooth to tooth; we are signs of what, heed...
is it me or a happy few knew the way to heaven, was something beyond a shared bless, the lesson we took to heart?
David Hilburn May 2023
Paces we dote
Might marvel
Might vote
For out our tears to quell

Reasons of sincerity
In looking glass speed
Broken hearts are a virginity
Made to go, made to heed

Salt, we found twain
A heaven to keep
Round eyes of pain
But a stare, with moments to leap

To these, a step is...
Many and might we don't
The needs of other voices, as if
A herald of wisdom, is when wont...

Care, for but a day
Silence sifted, given poise
Account us, the throe of light to say
Where sated forces dwindle, there is a choice
David Hilburn Sep 2022
Rose of a champion
Thought, in a beautified accord
Set to waiting hours, a needs complexion
Where we are, the tale of unity to its peaceful order...

Skip, argue or define
The truth, we removed by bounty of pouts...?
Sated avarice, and the curtness of kin caught in a notorious lie...
Welcome a shadow to breath, when a harrowed eye allowed...?

Is a requited girth, of when, any of a decency's curse?
Has found me, in a live and by chastity's purpose
Handsomer skills that agree, in no known terms...
I had the taste of pride, like a reality of sin, to accuse

Why...?
No man with a tradition of sincerity, is this island commit
Without the sigh of me, the irony to dwell and seek tight
The course of another ship of fortune, that has seldom to wit:

Look, an eye of poise, if not intellects poison...
Made manifest by the only few, of bared conscience
That has us for curiosity's fool, but you, for another hero to loan
A flower of understated chaste; a victim of letters of prescience?

Tall tales of nothing more than a drunk hysteria?
Here is your mind, in my way for one more timidity...
Think and details of weal, we will know until votes ***** drama
To a reaching hour, no one above another, like acts of humanity...
David Hilburn Aug 2023
Did, a heart of sincerity...?
Made pure, made true...
With the soon, a vestigial anarchy
Came to these, the rue of what we fate, to irony due...

Life and a laugh
The instilled today, the tone of a voice
Given the wishes of the frank, and endearing more we hath...
The compliment of sorry eyes and sudden why's, a unity's choice?

Cope, tomorrow in league with such, a service
To fragile ideals, and the carnal low...
Seemingly mine, the inclined shrewdness of austere sigh's
Is a head at pride, a lover's lie to compel a friend to owe...?

Me, a hardier since, seclusion in a waiting worth...
Can a heightened sense of curiosity, begin here?
With the claimed sake, and kindness of silenced gain, by earn
And turn of chaste into a needy repast, is my ought's notion clear?

Waiting on the words to divine a character's politics?
Sate and uniformity in mind, for another go round
With such a treatise to sympathize with truth, that a gesture meant
Is a gesture in the fate, we knew as a careless whisper, to allow...?

A hat of composure make the day for neglect, isn't a worlds eyes drawn
Meant and imagination, to a seemly rise and flow; was distance to form the words?
Which brings us to the shade, of conscience's seldom, as if a waiting song
That has a notion to become, hungrier than me, that sees the problem of seasons early...
In retrospect, to a crying's elect; the tow we provide for kindness is as simple as that ... who the hell just gave a heck for me?
David Hilburn Aug 2024
Proper with sight seen
Making the noise of privilege
If not the cares of reprimand
Long to the land, we know callousness, like a religion

No epitome, no illustriousness
In the again of since and a charity
Of veracity complete, to a sincere guess
The reigning hello, of decision of life, in its variety

So made, so accused
A marriage of such and conclusions much...
To due, the courage to acquire the boding, of enthusiasm
Still to worldly eyes, is a relationship with vice the only cause?

The only cause to develop a change of merit, into the living
Taste and testimony, always were...
The taken and made, hour of hope come from a running
Stead and foresworn need, the role of vision is for...

A head above the water, of mutual suicide
Silence of heaven, with a realization of couth
Could in the shared eyes of composure, to these even wryed
Is a levity in cares, that rise above the uncertainty of carnal who'd?
David Hilburn Jun 2024
How is yet, our soul purpose?
Aged reciprocation, a queue of wrath
Since apt, is a war with no host...
Places of passion, set to a music to never add

Odd, the taste
Of vehemence's flower
Set to sweeter haste
Implied ordeals have a certain power...

Mercy, no more...
A mirror of lewd fantasy
Seeing me step forward
Has harbored, my indignity...

Salt, I know you
Quiet, when fingers of the sun
Arrange the day, for a wind to blow
An image saving not, from a seldom, so cunning...

Professed voices
With a moment, to look and see...
A curse so sweet, presence of a choice
That has a hand, for each blindness we be...
Can't promiscuity actually get you laid?
David Hilburn May 13
Predatory prayer:
With the moon
To be as, fine as silk, care
For me, when time comes too soon...

Treasure
In a drink of water?
Said, and applied we're
In the spare and sordid fate there

Sharing, the muse
Which, and to is...
The creation of succor, a wishes enthuse?
A weary eye, has us for bliss...

Quiet, little face...
In the name, of me
A waiting future, to place
A many interim, with anarchy

Have we a happy save?
For a rise of notion, in prayer
The force of a voice, that does share patience for what gave?
Just a mercy?, here is loves care...
Does a dragon sleep loose or simply youthful? Make the point and save the world the time...
David Hilburn Dec 2023
Instincts proven
Come the height of persuasion
Secrets and totals, continue in the hope of loving?
Peace to you, the resolve of a wishful intuition...

And, a heart to live longer...
Than ourselves, a host of common avarice, the tools
Of verily, the times to win hap, a could stronger?
The image of decision we create, is it a silence for fools?

Relative to add, the needs of another
Timid repose, are we a challenge in gray stigmata?
With a new share in persuasion, to secure a loves bother
The tale of prayer, is now the voice to win stoic dilemma...

Where the vindication has gone...
Things and wonderment, wings and further, again
The silence has been broken, by the very act of us
A hallowing in the known, to seem our bared few, has seen since...
David Hilburn Apr 30
They favor asking's shade...?
In metaphor, in gaiety; a tongue of many
Has sat, in a question to fade
Into a pallid existence, with truth, any

A kiss on a blind neck...
My name is plain and introspect?
Shun the court of luck
When spare is fare, only sin reflect's...

Shame to dance:
With a beguiled promise...
Defend a savior, for my blindness
With the climb to fruition, a seasoning of vice?

Courage in temptation's way...
Sour notice of a justice, as a chide...
Consequence keeps altruism, like the back of my hand...
When became toward, is life it's own, snide...

The wages of where
Hair is a persuasion's all, an eye
In coolly collected sake, a charity
Has come of age, with a rainbow for order's of another, silence...
Look Ma, know-a lands...
David Hilburn Jul 2022
Political asks
And dismays of need
Candid miracles, candid masks
Kindred in the forsooth, the south of form to heed

Races and vertigo, in a fathomed row
Set to edge, and the phantom of kings
A salted fate, remembered by any but those
To look before leaping, a hill of sin's winds

Where has a pining health been, the ides of coffee?
And its tenderest memory, the love in a hello
That when heard, is baring a blind chance, to reason
I am the tow of a mighty tree, the leaf in love with a sunny hope

Death remembers your name, before you do...
Death realizes the kiss of avarice, for a singing hell to wish...
Death knows where to give a gift, and where to lose liberty, all too soon...
Death keeps a beauty at arms reach, until you are but a pretty itch...

Death is sitting next to you
A taste of promises in the eye of your enemy, where tears save rooms
From the totality of prayer, to keep you from the place of sublime due
Where a salient nod to itself, is ten more death's coming to doom

A mightier ask:
Is a relationship with you in front of a mirror?
Sit sense to a lip both sideways and long in facts
Your mind is mine, when a resolve for silence, is to near...
Do rainbows fish for gold, ask the next cloud in the arms of pain
David Hilburn Dec 2022
Handsome
Truth is a noisome bird
Vestige and shall, know come
A voice worth commonness, is a voice heard

Try the stone, understate home
See the order to rhyme, and meet is cares
Finding vice among friends, is a lot atoned
With worth to step forward, comes only love fares

Poise, is half a problem gone all the way
Thinking but beauty, will earn unrest
Seldom and its inkling, know what to say
The patience of a king, is it, the other side of blessed

Where-with-all knows where love dies
Liberty is a second chance, that lives for most
Acts and actual, the lips of joy conceive wry
Sincerity is but loves key, still about the dreams and its own, host

Merit a kiss, and earn divinity's smile
Long to life, and known for humanity, desire may
The conscience of any, is for those that gave all
And the backwardness of prodigy, is the gift of way

A laugh has the time to share a skill, if noted to believe itself
Making time a shrewd kindness, has a question to its might
Through and few, the days repast of couth, is the moment of wealth
Looking hard and fast, to improve live for another may, is light
David Hilburn Jul 2024
Day to day
Lips of values; simpler eyes
Wishes so profound, asking if intellect may?
Deciding upon sharing, a whetted appetite for why...

Is a humanity seen, the better voice to lead?
Quiet bother, the serious
If not the scurrilous; a wish so alive in said...
Solace and virtue, a place for each seldom of hope, curious...

Wet eyes, with a moment to tell?
Why the tear of valor, to make a realm in each, a patience?
Having come and went to wisdom for a word, with hell...
Which has become a raging stir, of what was a heart of vanity, with terror for ages?

Your strength, if not the storm of perseverance
I've seen to be; a dance in the sunlight...
Where a sigh of requite, is no requiem, of vehement chance
A voice of change, that has become only better in insight's mind

An obvious example, comes to mine...
If the twain is to be a champion, of what we know for truth
Isn't a wish the future, as if a premonition was forever kind...
Every spirit of determination, asking what is a light to risen youth?
So further, for a mightier word there...
David Hilburn May 2024
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...
David Hilburn Mar 2024
Shadow education...
Vows to step forward
Create with me, a words intuition
Told to sake, unrest for pardon

Sorry thunder...
Smoke is where a fire, sings along
Interested in a voices blunder?
Lightning sits the well, willful and strong...

Can't?
Men with a shoulder of intimation
Separate a shyness, from the miracle we want
An ode to hope, the rhyme of syncopation

Oil in a lover's hindsight...
Through and owed, more
May is a wish to understand might
Wisdom to venture, a silent war?

The beauty of worth
Set to irony's music...
Justice pale, just served
A moment to say, the world of a soul's wits...
Catch on it, watch onto all, and match a care any...
David Hilburn May 17
Almost...
Their time, with passing timidity
Where is a lover, the beauty of the host?"
Quiet questions, I have asked, in a city...

There...
Is a clash of what went first
In all human urges, is a silent fare
Forces of cope, justice or adrenaline, certain

Truth...
Is awake, staring at me
Your imagination, is a keep of who'th
When the day has a moment, for lucid anarchy

Harmony...
Egg's and tasteful jokes
Have the sense to remain, in lent and sunny
Ways, with going in and out; is just the pokes?

Windiness...
Where the place we know, is a driven more
Taken to example, with a banter to guess
Where there is a kiss, there is also remembered patience, of course

Worldly...
Save the sate, of a colossal child
Chances are, the craving for sense, is early
With an irony to add, immediacy is always it, shy
what is it with a kid, nowadays?
Does a jest...
Exist in all things?
Apparently God, has never to seek a lesson
At what exception is, of worthier sittings

A city of liberty
Taken to mercy, for a judgment
Of a noble wish, a confirmation to serious
Futures in low, if not love with life's reasons

Rage with me...
Sour notice oft a tender misery
With which; we have sight's anarchy
Run for the worldly stone, of promise in history...

Eyes that did...
Eat a nosey dream, for speed
Chasing the shadowy mouth, of privilege in biding
The time of a God, that does refute a tear's heed...

Need of a colossal seem
To these we awaken the real, with problem's
That saved now, with normalcy to deem
The world of an angel to make him, their whim
the world has a sneeze so deep, that some think the weight of it, already has.,..
David Hilburn Oct 2024
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 May 2024
Speed skills
Anti the patience, you dismay?
Serious consciences, save what kills
Seek me at the end of poise, people shade

And a heart of steel, waiting on the guidance
Made of hunger in the name of shame
Somewhere the lovers of wonder, are our chance
Oblivion and the nary of a fulfilled joy, same

Same side of a house
Adding the gifts of omnipotence, a hill
Now in your stead, have and the thought for thou
Eccentric as a wall of flame, we see the sun is a since's will...

Won't a misery enact, the coming hope?
Erudite and valuing want, over loves history...
Never in view, with a bright mind, to liberate shown...?
Time, to a little more fate, when loves epistolary...

Heed me, the corners and the future of powers, adroit
Overt to clashes of vivid kind, that swallow of pride
Made the noise, the vice and the silence, so loyal...
Earned for a levity in the now, the soul of reach to those, sighed

Now
At the moment of curiosity, the privilege of sincerity
Making the statement of a lifetime, when time builds a house
Each their spate fears, like a timely fool, with tears for eternity...
David Hilburn Mar 2024
Acid smiles
Simple lucre, to a faster pussycat
Worth your was, thus a loose while
Sweet knowing you, with this and that...

Solemn kinds of whether?
Looking beyond you, the truth to a smile
Fashion forward, and surviving the gall to bother
A season of choice, to keep the better of rues of denial?

Talk to me...
The rose and the voice of alright, tonight
The liberty in a merciful love, merciless to we
Simple news for an irony's me; my accept, my slight...

Yours again...
Set to rights, the tale of seeking how
For a better lover, the risks of integrity
With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing...

Is a reaching us, a clashing must?
To voice the other wise, in these rages and fates...
A look for bests is the only way to discuss
A misery followed by charisma; a sense of privilege, curious in the shade

Where sincerity is a favored eye, if not concern
Spare intention, in the paces we further to skill
Life with a stern lip, but know an eye to worth...
With the love it is given, the swallow of pride, in hell?
Hello, dawn and dread, a liberty has responded ahead
David Hilburn Jul 2024
A quiet question...
To a dependency's need
Simple advantage; sincerity's blessing
Has a liberty in notion, for a world's steed?

A race to heaven; common love
Sorrow and persuasion, to king's found
The dote of mercy, a clash of us...
With quarter, a lover imparts a rise of allow

No hatred, for a common fate?
So sweet, the kindred of youth's vice
Strength, do we complete a fulfilled sate?
Such in love, such in might; only mercy has life

The sigh of conscience...
Sad beginnings of loves lot, wealth?
Has it's own, for a shadow's prescience
Serious as this seems, do children bespeak health?

The soul of unique harmony
So made, a promise of a loving vision
Set to rights, for a quieter answer, in all intimacy...
A challenging stir of when a voices care, is your wishes...
Just to show up on a marveling today, forever may...?
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