That abstractness is my thought

Keep your good thoughts.
You know how I like magic.
All right, keep the magic.
Got it trained right on rights.
Now, there’s no way to give up.

The Miracle Creator in my thoughts,
Keep me practising on my behalf,
Of the Earth, I know what my words are,
Because I just said this comes out of me.
Remember the Miracle Creator I felt.

The poetry has got creative on me,
The poetry will get words out of me,
The poetry let me feel it through me,
The poetry knows the plan to get it,
The poetry where’s itself will me write

I understand what the creative means,
When I start writing like an angel –
What am I saying out of my thought?
Spend all the feeling at heaven,
Just letting be then know the Miracle.

© Ismael Mansoor

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This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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