The works of stars are not limited

I am Star so

Give me a fantasy for the dream
And another fantasy for the reality

Give me a bread for the health
And another bread for the soul

Give me a drink for the cleanse
And another drink for the spirit

Give me a food from the tree
And another food from the plants

Give me an everything for the abundance
And another everything for the Earth

For I am Star!

© Ismael Mansoor

Open Your Mind

Ye speak or sign that you want me to believe
But I tell thee that I believe in our Holy Creator
Ye canst share thine thoughts with me, so should I
Thou doth need to think, as will I think, as free
Thou think thee can make my mind passive
But I am sorry to tell thee that He won’t let ye
It is Him that made everything, everything and everything
Such the simple words, it is Him, oh, oh, oh
Thee have But on our side, but He, the Miracle Creator
Our Holy Creator, oh, oh, thou feel that it is not for thee
Our Holy Creator is not on your side, nor mine, He is on our side!
Thee see it is the role that He models but ye might ask what
He told them that they needed, and we have them in our books
But my spirit stands up to the holy mountain
For it seeks the fantasy that dreams upon the reality

© Ismael Mansoor

Every Star is Different

Every star is different, or I thought so
Ye save thyself for thy body
Thou want milk, but I want water
Thee want the blood to eat to fill thy stomach
But one day shall I eat only fruits and vegetables
For He who created Life and Death with their duties
Life is to give life, and Death awaits for those lives
We pay the price that one day one will die for that cause
The price to take a life other life must die one day
Every planet pays the price to orbit around the sun
Or so I thought, or so thine thoughts, or so our life
Such a riddle to speak for the cause that is paradoxes
Ye threw thy stone but not thy body, so now sample
It is the fantasy that dreams upon my head

©️ Ismael Mansoor

King Arthur III

Image by Greg Montani from Pixabay

King Arthur
He kneels on the ground
But his head looks up to the air
The whooping air is whirling
It treads to mead on the show
King Arthur stands up and gets away
But a soul jumps out of the show
King Arthur shocks, and he falls down
The soul walks toward him
Everything goes white then black
All the sudden, Merlin the Wizard is there then here

©️ Ismael Mansoor