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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Far, Far From Home

When your in so much denial, and you reach that limit to where.. The lies you made everyone believe, turn into truths. Subconsciously some how, you mind fuck yourself, and turn everything white.

The retrospective grooves, become smooth modern day lines.
Your eyes turn blue,
Your feelings stick like glue,
Eventually the ceiling falls from beneath you,
You just stare, gaze, and blaze,
Till this high isn't just a phase,
Its a part of a lifestyle you have made up,
Part of a secondary life you paid for.

Never in these days will you find such a man,
That is honest and promised,
Like myself I'd like to say,
I'd like to make you control the stars,
Bring you forth the heavens,
From poor to riches you see me for what has become and will be done,
Light will be bought,
Anger has been sought,
These fake truths,
The real lies,
They all seem to come together and hypnotise,
To tumble upon such a tangling watch,
You follow that rabbit with the sacred clock,
Into the hole of blanket knots,
We all see each other for what we've got.

Dim these lights,
Brighten these stars,
We can swing for the required par,
Hope for what should not be far.

I hope the shit that goes through your mind Is relentless in your sleep bitch.

R-boz Ali™
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Thanks For The Memories

Life wouldn't feel this real, if all the fake people left from my life.
To all you haters, Thank You. =]
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Scream

Bring forth pain,
As I see it as sane,
Calling me plain,
Psh, find a plane,

Cause your gonna need a flight back,
To reality as I show you this sack,
It'll keep you going higher,
You'll find no way to tire.

Just be careful.
They only sometimes play nice.
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Openings and Closings.

There's sometimes days were the truth doesn't come out,
Some nights even,
For weeks, months, and even years,

We deny the unforgettable,
The undeniable,
We stand in the way of pondering thoughts not predicted,
To see light and life in the same aspect of infidelity.

To forget something so simple,
We make it more complex then understandable,

We drop regrets on things in the future,
And pretend what was in the past is still now.

Do understand this level of training in motion,
Its what the definition of practical is,

Don't let it fool you into being you,
Don't Let it become a part of you,
Just let it go,

As for me, I'm still learning this trail,
You is who I'm just helping.

The key, we all hold it,
We all just can not see it,
Its inside.
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Stay on track

Sometimes words aren't enough to suffice,
This ridiculous feeling that seems to trend,
As times seem weary, I feel I should just take the advice,
Of this feeling of being at the end.

The Story begins as such;
---
We see each other from across,
The red lights brighten,
We both seem frighten,
Our fist some how tighten,
We scream in agonizing pain,
Breath in the passionate sane,
Paired together we saw a lane,
The green light faded,
The yellow one traded,
For life and threat,
Death wasn't ever set in this hollow bet,
This failed accuracy of main,
Street; followed in an alley on blades,
A skated fellow paid,
Extinguished fire,
This blade was an empire,
He saw himself for what was aid,
What was played,
This life against cash,
This money seemed to be the reason,
That we all smoke hash,
Don't take it the wrong,
But by the end we were gone.
---

The End;

This fairly seems as a loss,
But more of a suffrage I was put through,
That had made remembered of the times of trust.

"MOB; Money Over Bitches."
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SuperWomen; True Story.

"With you in this world,
Not a day has passed,
That we'd hope to be our last.

Our love has bided, for you and forever,
Don't mention what could have been better.

Because the argument would lead to a shudder,
Of blocked off memories we no longer need to utter.

You've been there for us as we were sick,
You never let go even when we kicked,
You stayed strong though our fits,
You prayed to God, at the end of your wits.

Just know that in the end,
No matter the tears we shed,
No matter the ears we bled,
No matter how much we said,

We will tell you again,

We love you, ever since it began."


~Happy Mothers Day Mom~

-Mehwish, Sarah, and Arbaaz Ali.
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Different Friends.

If there was one day left,
One moment,
Where everything was appreciated,
In all these eyes that stare back at me,
I would be the most thoughtful,
Easily trusting.

No part of me would be lusting,
I'd be a long stride,
Far from this pride,
This attire we drive,
By ourselves we would abide,
I would combine all these lies,
And pull you back from the tide,

Think of how this will survive,
Us, you and I,
How it might be built on fire,
We would push for higher,
No guilt trends,
No guilty tremble blends,

This would all never end.

I don't understand.
Please break me friend.

I never wanna pretend.

#Collide
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