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David Hilburn Oct 2020
Care of a friend
In front of a bowl of soup
Alphabet, to be exact, and a spoon you should lend?
If fury or fruition, is to ever be a truth?

Silent opportunity
For a little pepper, the risks of homage
In a curious way, will sincerity become divinity?
When droll acceptance is a favor to come, with advantage?

Cause trying, and the call of unction to the fore
Are you coming on to me?
The stir of facts in the intuition offered
Has the distinct vanity to observe, formality

Peace in a round eye, the toil of acquired taste
Taken with us, and the turn of spare questions
Into facades of character and chaste
Will a rise of fortune, know when a season has blessing's?

A finished bowl of soup...
And the chance of bared liberty's, showing an answer
To the age old, and decidedly more than average couth
Paces of instinct, and spaces to think, a soup has been served...
David Hilburn Jul 2022
Find me
In a circle, with thee
Time is a vessel to look and lead
The truth to vested means...

Come together, say the use
In cool glances and apparent myth
The common eye, sore from abuse
To each and them, the other idea of bliss...

Races and voices, to teach you a care
Is all and mighty, until a lover has seen
The callous shadow of unity, and its marriage
Like the weary sides of silence we made to ask, kings

Let me
Have your sincerity for a song
The taller the day, the shorter the heed
Of worth in liberty, that has me for haunts

A fight with the wind, named joy
Just and capable, the source of interim...
To see a house of vanity's resolve, with which almost and coy...
Today are the eyes of the nowhere man, with a certain requiem:

Tears of compromises and its station, vice
Found in the voice of another, sunny day to remember
With a goal in sore trust, the taste in wishes that hide
And given a choice to kind come or tomorrows hill, will we find misery or more?
Now's pariah and new curiosity make wonderful eye sight, I admit's...
David Hilburn Jul 2020
You
Anti to warm
Silver bells and pleasing skies
Just a sight to warn

Truth
Silent partners with love
Turn to the yearn of a friends couth
Disguised not, but let the shown discuss

Youth
A wall may waver, a light sprung
Set in the way, our hearts conceive, rueth
A soul of integrity knows well, the song

True
Fated flesh, since in lowly eyes
We are the rapture, a harmony to do
Your impossible, see the heaven's seem why?

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