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Prosperity

In the days that we preach,
We seem to think everything is out of reach,
But in desire we are held,
Against our will,
No one is to tell.

Bring forth happiness and forgiveness,
For all these days our numbered,
With seeking such a life,

It just might..

Happy Birthday Grandpa.

80 years of true tribute.

-R-boz Ali
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Special Delivery For Hostdime.com?

Roses are really red,
Violets can be very blue.
But tell me this,
Is our kind of love true?

Today is that day of awareness,
So I thought you.
What I feel between us two,
Is a seal that bonds only a few..

So I'm asking you now,
Do you get the clue?

Alyssa Everhart I Really Love You.

Will You Be My Valentine?
And check a box like we did back in our time?

[_]Yes [_]No


Always Yours,

R-boz Ali
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Who I Really Am

These fortunate days,
Bring unfortunate says,

Decisions upon suggestions,
I want to live my own perfection,

Ya'll see this reflection,
Its my highest succession,

Me being who I really am,
Ill make it in this fury land,

I'm dreaming.. Living life.
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Remember You

This evil anger inside of me,
Is going to kill the ones beside of me.

I will not be bound to thee,
This frustration and impatience,
It leads to misery.

From time awakened,
To promises forsaken,
You will bond to me.

Trembling darkness,
I must make you apart of this,

For I seek time,
And graceful rememberance.

Earn my memory.


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I, Toyed With Your Feelings?! Cool Story, Liar.

We all make decisions.

Some bad.. 

Some regretful..

And some that you just can't believe you made.. 

But the only thing on your mind that you won't be able to take in, believe, and deal with, in that very moment, when it hits you, will be that..

I could have taken you places.

With Much Commiseration,

-R-boz Ali

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Instagram @ First Look

For when your Big Blue Eyes,
Innocently hypnotize,
I some how came in your sight,
To only treat you like a Princess I might.

The accent from up north to the actress look from birth,
Precious gem, you're like my big white diamond.

I finally had you climbing,
This mountain to get to me,
For this one man wolf pack.

We spend every night like where so laid back,
The attachment issues will be the cause of these tissues.

Well see how far we can make this blessed in Texas, BabyDoll.

ASF

-R-boz Ali


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Imagining + 1 Nation Under God = ImagiNation

When ones mood lies,
We find it a surprise,
That such a possibility seems to be in attendance,
Who would have ever thought that unwillingly controlled emotions and thoughts could some how build such behavioural characteristic for the future world?

In the millisecond we think to ourselves that we are in the moment,
Living it to the fullest,
Bringing forth what no other could have brought..
Boom, that moment literally disappears,
Figuratively hands the flag to the next runner.

We don't do a single thing about it either,
We just let them be the control,
We are the constants,
Never changing, never pulling back, never saying enough is enough.

In the word 'time' the four letters stand for something amazing,
That every, still living, human should know,
'To initiate maximum effort'
That's all time is,
That's the definition of why it exists,
Every moment that you see someone asking about the time or referring to the time, it is for that sole reason.
It has initiated your effort to do what needs to be done in a certain time period given, and it works in such a devious way that, it makes you reach your max, push your hardest, show your limits that there is no limit.

We all run off of this experience in our imaginative thought process.
That whatever we are doing, saying, thinking, feeling, smelling, tasting, and becoming is what is meant to be.
We have created such a large abroad selection of selections.
We are the un-limitless ones.

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I Am Right, Right?

When anger takes the place of fear,
The rational thoughts in reality are irresistibly intolerant, right?

The attempt to not hear the whispering voices,
Makes it so much harder to resist the temptation, right?

When life becomes barricaded with undoables,
To end it all so soon is unthinkable, right?

The obligation to keep on surviving,
Is quite bearable to people, right?

But why, with what state of mind do you have room to process such decisions?

Who are you, to yourself?
Are you so pleased by your own self doing, which therefore you have no regrets? You have no second sort of believing in the different time lines?

I've heard from, and told to, that the most joyful living persons in this floating blue ball of doom, are the ones who have the most acceptance with themselves, the ones who are content and undeniably happy with their self.

They found that pot at the end of the rainbow, they mined deep down to find that special feeling, they found something we all crave, wish for, and should have set as our goal.

They found the Gold.
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We all lie deep into our truths.

What is this life we claim as life well lived?
What makes a well life successfully lived?
Is there a motivation tool we all posses?
Is there something that we all seem to carry on for?

The reasons behind these questions are above my knowledge,
If I was lying, the answers would follow,
But what deep thoughts us humans can have,
Have you ever pondered about that?

I have, I am..
I've became scared,
As to how it will all end,
How everything will become so sudden,
We might see each other,
But are we really looking at are true others?
Is there more to it than just faces?

I was told once to live and lie,
Never was I told to sit and die,
That's all imagination is.

To believe and conceive,
To replenish and astonish,
To dress and impress,
We do it all for who though?

The ones who care not to care about you,
The ones who believe to not believe in you,
They all seem to fight rigorously to not be with you,
To not see what you see,
And act as there own person,
But in the end..

We are who we are, who we use to be, and what we will be,
Because of each other.

I'm only like this because of you,
And all the others who have helped you,
No one can say they have not been nurture raised.

Pathological lying has overcome this society,
Into thinking what may or may not be true.

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