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Orakhal Mar 2021
there is
no being rid of that creates you

you may
deprive yourself of life force

not ever deprives itself of you
Orakhal Mar 2021
its you

not them
you are missing

be aware
of all feeling
held to the image of another
in your mind

and know
its you not they

requires an adjustment
Orakhal Mar 2021
know your own power
hold to it

may or may not activate

if you accept
their hunger
asking you to stand with them
where it hurts

it feeds on you
and you feed them

that they do not want
to be chewing on

be clear and honest
at all times

no one
is worth worrying about

you wish the worry
to come forth

and live
© an hour ago
Orakhal Mar 2021
to the birth of time
held to nothing
but the play of life

to a warm day
cradled to your skin
no talk of living
only laughter and joy
on the lip of adventure and discovery

to the excitement of friendship
created to a star and hero
on the sword of imagination
neath the flight of a dream

to the glow of nurture
breathed to a skip and run of little feet on earths foothold
as the close of a hug
on the beat of love
holds charge
to the heat of a body
found by the hide of seek

to the belt of a star
to the eye of eve
as you make the first move
on the kiss of sunlight
and touch soul to the flesh of a sleeps fade
into the light of a nights close

to the rush of a bloods desire
thru the pounding of a vein
slipping its teeth across the make of your naked pure

to the sip of your body
on the arc of a rainbows melt
as the ray of charge bursts open
on the blistering sun
and drips to the earth of ground
through the light of a dusty mantle

to the burn of life
held tight on the hunt of scent
gifted to a rise
on the black slow of heat
as the pelt of a wolfs prime
escapes to the prey on a red white snow

to the last of kings and queens
answered to the truth of gravity
swept to an infinite mind
on the lift of light

on the hand
that none behold
Orakhal Feb 2021
he hammered down
on the nails deep

to the throw of a sqeak
thru woodens pine

a stain manic on the turn
of the machines steel and sweat

heathens a blow
to the mark of an eyes sap
weeping at the shredded corners
of a timbre some shroud

times counting
times coming
crows a shadow to his memory

thumbing its putty to the waters milk
fed to the velvet silk of her red rise
Orakhal Feb 2021
its morphing
to form your inner ideals and feelings

projected at
and reflected back at you

from the field of infinite intelligence

in coherence to your body hum

things are made

to be

in the space of your own mind
Orakhal Feb 2021
to see
my self there

i looked
thru your eye

as mine

to scan
its sense of betrayal

to my sanity

a wish we birth together
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