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A - Anarchy

A. Anarchy

Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation 
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under

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R - Requisite

Restless restoration
Return
Remove all the rubble remaining from the rampant rift you released and retracted
Remember?
I recognized and revealed your ravishing rituals and repugnant relations 
Rippling into your relentless rampage
A recycled retaliation, resonating with regret and self-revolt
A response reused rather than repenting the wrong
Ravaging our rare relics of reverie without remorse in your ruthless rage
You have rendered a realm of ruin; relinquished of reason and rightful retribution
Reliving the reoccurring rumbles of this relationship as I rummage through the wreckage and reassemble the rivets and fallen rafters
You have run out of radius, only to reappear in my retrograding reflections
Recollecting till I rupture and regress
Reminiscing, recalling the rapture and revelry repeatedly
The rain that remains is relevantly rational
A requiem to rot for the rest of this reality?
Reevaluate righteous relief
Rust over, rise up or seek revenge

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F - Female

Feeling faint
Focus
Focus on the feign feelings flowing feverishly, not the foremost flare of fear at first glance
Fated by the flux, fabricated (for once) in my favor and forever grateful
Fixated, her features and figure flashed like fortune in front of me
Fingering through her cerebral files, feeling her fortified front deemed a froward but flawless find
Fast-forward-at least five years
And still I flush from the sight of her freckles
Our faithfulness fell into fiction a few times; foolish fuel for feuding flames
Forecasting fights and frigid nights, but nothing fatal
For we are a formula, a tight fitting fixture
Fixing all fractures with forgiveness and finding ways to fathom and forget
Forsaking myself, my foundation; but further on
The fragile will flourish as we firmly fix our footing, fenced in by our family and fervent felines
Fake? No, this is fact
Have faith in the fire of love
No more frowns

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D - Dig

Dragged through the dirt; your defender
You once deemed me a dependent, now demeaned and discarded despite I delivered
Disposed of; drowning in your ditch detaining the debris of much deeper dilemmas
Distracted for days
Your destined departure, a deceptive directive to disband with no decency to declare your decision
Dispelling all divinity, destroying your dignity
Desperately decoding each direction; detach the doubts from the definite or demand a dream till I deteriorate
Daring to dive into my desolate dome and disengage the demons daunting me
My defense is devotion against the dark and devouring depression
Deadlocks defused and the damage dissipates, drifting till duality finds design or divides

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I - Illusion

Images of incineration interrupt
Infernal imagery imposes in intricate intervals, illegible to those ill with ignorance
Inadequate ideologies imply impoverish ways, never to be incriminated no matter how idiotic
Inattentive to our imaginary inflation issues 
Improvident to the waste of industrial indispensables
Keep ignoring the impending invasion and downward inclination or intercept the intrusion on your intellect and intervene
Invent instinctively into your own invincibility
An influx of idiots with no positive incline, our inability to feel insults our intelligence
Intolerant insecurities about income and the "it" influences impair our inner insight 
This IS an impeachment against the institutions for informing the incredulous and inciting the irrelevant 
I will stand intrepidly, inheriting the impending inferno

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Coming To Terms With Terminal Illness

6/13/19

I have a lot of questions that I doubt you’ll be able to answer
It’s been half a year since we found out about your cancer 
I don't know why it took me so long to talk, guess I was scared
That no matter how much I cried to the universe, your life would never be spared
Cancer is a vicious being with no remorse for any creature 
It steadily grows stronger while making its host much weaker 
I'm amazed you adapted so quickly without a leader or a teacher
But my worry grew to new heights with the rising of your fever 

Countless appointments with different doctors became the new norm
Treatments not covered by insurance forewarned the oncoming storm 
Day in and day out we watched the disease take new forms
And with each passing day we felt the passing of your warmth 
You were never one to give up but this illness is hard to combat
The fight in your eyes was present even when your body was under attack
We were surrounded by pink ribbons but all I could see was black
We were overwhelmed with hopes and prayers but I just wanted to hear you laugh

Your skin changed color with the changing of the seasons
Contamination of the lungs moved to the skin and pelvic region
Our family tried to be strong even when your mind started to weaken
If we could we would of switched places with you for a shot at fighting your demons 
A rainbow of medications; chemotherapy and dialyses 
A common treatment becomes a test in need of further analysis    
No signs of remission, its toxic reach becomes more ravenous 
No combination of chemicals and palliative care proved miraculous 

It was a couple weeks before Christmas when I decided to finally visit
I was told this might be my last chance, and that my presence would lift your spirits
I feared seeing you in your condition would taint the image I remembered so vivid
My worst fear was that I’d be there when you finally reached your mortal limit
These thoughts ran in circles around me and before I knew it, we had arrived
And before I could process what the doctor said, the truest fear had been underlined
He said death rattled your throat and fluid flooded your insides
All I could see was your closed eyes, and I knew you did not survive 

It’s been almost a year since we found out about your cancer
I'm stuck with all these questions that I know will never be answered
Sickening guilt and sadness overpowered by my anger
I never thought you'd really go, I thought our love would keep you anchored 
I was terrified to watch you die but missed my chance to say goodbye
Among the countless questions, all I can repeat is "Why?"
I shout your name from my bedside in hopes you'd hear my cries
But my questions remain eternal in hopes we talk when it’s my time

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N - Neighbors

Navigating nervously through our natural neighborhood, our native nest away from the noise and neon nightlights
No need for the numerous noxious normality's named nectars of necessity
Neurotic nightmares of numbers and names; knickknacks, nukes, and narrow-minded ways
Nauseating and never-ending
Noble is the nomad; nimble through the netting with no need for its negativity
A new narration away from normal to the nurturing arms of nature
Neutral and nocturnal, novel nuances for the nameless and the neglected seeking nirvana
Negate the noose nudged forward by our nation and nullify the negative, bare naked in numinous nascent

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O - Omen

Overwhelmed
Becoming obsessive as I observe the opposition of our oasis
Obliged, an overcast of oppression opts the decomposition of the orb we occupy
Outgrown and over-encumbered in this ordeal
Obey the odds
An oath to overt the oncoming outbreak of death on our omnificent organism
We are offspring of organic obscurities and cannot operate as orphans
We must object those who oppose and obliterate our bountiful orchards
An ode to the origin of our oval orbit

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X - Xenomorph

Coexist in complexity
A perplex proxy of our galaxy where exotics exist
Exhale the excessive vexations toxic to expansion and relax among the obnoxious exposure
An example of expanded thought mixed with textbook genetics
An extrovert flexible to the exceeding paradox
Excited to be the exemplar, to exit and convex from the parallax of proximity
The nexus between over exquisite luxury and existentialism is the elixir to this maximized hex we were coaxed into
Explode in the mixture of climax and detox, 
Expelled in rebirth of the matrix
The phoenix complex exhibits flux and exalts us to a higher axis
Beyond this matchbox mindset we extol

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P - President

Propped open, perched up
Placed in place on your pedestal
Pondering if your position on top is permanent, your premeditated perverse becomes paranoia
Protracting your path of prideful propulsion while we pause, preoccupied by the propaganda polluting our vision  
To the public your punctual, full of purpose
Pitiful, people cannot perceive the true purpose in your perception
This prison you have placed us in painted as a palace, a paradise for the pensive person
Persistent on pushing politics with a personal preference and no proof of positive effects
A private and profound plan to purge a percentage of the populace
And you are just a piece to the puzzle
Purely a puppet
To ponder is a principal of the people not yet punishable
The paralyzed population still has pupils, piercing through your puny pompous perspective you call protection