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Orakhal Oct 2020
Liberty tasked to a brass bell
feigns dull a **** of consequence
heather wanes wilt oer a rosy death on a winters mete
bellowed ripe to reprise on the thick of natures breach

Hurried flush a hue sat on shire scalp and silken sheath
feather fire to a lucidious claim a flay
ambushed by the echoes martyr
a drench thru brines commence

Set down as thorn on the kreep of ivy
a bit to writ chucks tic to a tocs tail
wapping a wimp to the mustard sail
Orakhal Oct 2020
to do as it is told
Orakhal Oct 2020
cuts everything to pieces to look thru the whole
an open mind looks whole thru every piece
Orakhal Oct 2020
but heaven ignored

as man made mind
creates a hell to heaven
or a heaven to hell
Orakhal Oct 2020
You are not doing
as I expect of you and I feel bad

please could you behave
so I can have a good feeling and blame you
Orakhal Oct 2020
remembered to the birth of time
held to nothing but the play of life

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

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

remembered to the glow of nurture
breathed to the skip and run of little feet on earths foothold
as the close of a hug to the beat of love
holds charge on the heat of a body not being
to that there you could be found by the hide of seek

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

remembered to the rush of blood desire
thru the pound of a vein slipping its teeth
across the make of your naked pure

remembered to the sip of a body
thru the arc of a rainbows melt
as the ray of charge bursts open on the blister of sun
and drips to the earth of ground through the light of dust

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

remembered to the last of kings and queens
answered to the truth of gravity
swept over the infinite mind on the lift of light
to the hand that one be hold
Orakhal Oct 2020
how we do not know
until the character life steps into play

how we do not move
until the whisper of thought helps you to your feet

how we do not breath
until the press of air takes you on its wing

how we do not live
until the wave of emotion shapes space to your skin

how we do not love
until desire sits you on its tongue to taste

how we do not be
until the souls keep puts light to the shadows face
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