poetry

Cruelty and bravery come easy in youth,

as surely-as-slavery will later prove.

All is festive-false-fake-ferocity,

viral-and-vampiric-velocity,

but it-is itinerant-illusion.

Time-for-time to-be-tested-teaches

in repetition’s results-reality-reaches

with knowledge kindness-kindred-kinetic

energy, ephemeral-antonymous-energetic,

eventual in-hearts-imbued-eternal-intrusion.

Grace-granting as gravitationally-grooved,

actual-action-antithetical-to-acted-animosity,

acquaintances not lasting, limited-are-leeches,

and pretentious-performative-posturing is pathetic.

All hasn’t drained-drawn blood, discard-child’s-delusion,

claws-sharply-carved ‘twixt tearing-maw’s-teeth move,

being-all-besides death itself but another infusion,

malediction makes-age-more ruthless, told-truth.

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– achrilock

It is energy.

Bought-and-borrowed,

hoard, stored, and poured.

Scarcity of the making,

only currency worth taking.

There is a finite amount

around your star,

children.

Love

is in the sharing,

and hatred sparing

no thought for cold.

So, be-as-beauty-bold,

and spend yours sure.

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– achrilock

Chasing the big, bad rabbit

down the hole, down the hole,

not too far, not too far, not too far,

or it will fucking get you.

It will fucking get you.

And drag you to hell.

– achrilock

There sits Donald, all broken-hearted.
He tried to start shit, but only farted.

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– achrilock