Ye, well, ‘ve thine faith,
Oh, it does not require thy past,
But it needs thee to have thy good-words,
For thy future, like say,
I am well instead I am so-so,
For words are impactful to our body that listens.

© Ismael Mansoor

Too many thoughts going on

I am going straight forward with you.
I want to talk about the colour of skin.
So here I go so bear with me.
Are whites white in skin colour?
Are blacks black in skin colour?
What is your colour, human?
I am going to ask you, obviously,
Is a word white and black a call
The Separation of the unit?
Human is like the brown –
Whether it may look darker or lighter
So why are humans too-difficulty?
Too difficult to say that we alike brown.
Are we not wanted to be one race?

© Ismael Mansoor

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

Find Faith in the Heart

Where are we?
The Palace of the Holy Heart.
What’s the matter?
Faith’s there, so we look –
And find him?
Yes, that’s it.
You set course to the –
Palace of the Holy Heart.
What is the Holy Heart?
Everyone knows about it.
Not to me.
We prepare for the greater good!
Is it a while to get to the –
Palace of the Holy Heart, yes.
What’s Faith doing alive?
He attaches to his words keep
His faith for the world?
Faith must awake.
Is he expecting this?
Faith is our hope.
So now what?
We find him in our holy heart.

© Ismael Mansoor

Sin is not being fair

Why, Mr Sinner?
Why, why, why?
Why did you sin?
Why keep sinning?

Do you believe you’re imperfect?
For more than your perfect?
Can you tell me what the sin is?
Do you even know what it is?

Perhaps difficult? Could it be for self-interest?
Vanity, Mr Sinner.
Trying desperately to justify existence,
That’s part of the vanity.

As the Life itself,
Although only a human could invent,
Something as insipid as passionate.
You must know why.

You must know why Mr Sinner.
You must be able to know it.
You can’t sin – sin won’t save you.
Sin won’t save your healthy state.

I’ve known this, Mr Sinner.
Sin is the lead to the end.
Yes, just like that.
Mr Sinner.

I stand here like you stand there,
And I’m going to say something.
I say: “Every sin has its own illness.”
If you want the war to end, sin must end.

Inspired by the Matrix Revolutions
© Ismael Mansoor

Try, try, and never give up

History attempts to show humankind –
Please stop being so unkind.
Wake up to your sleeping head,
For the world is in the need,
Of sharing and love even kind.

History says ‘truth’ – heed to your honest.
That’s the way to make the world honours,
For nature is honoured to the fact,
That says like, ‘please behave and respect.’

Inspired by William Blake
© Ismael Mansoor

Thou art in thy hands

He is thinking so deep,
Aye, ye ‘ve one light in thee,
While he to his best ability,
Seeking in the light of his darkness,
But thee, therefore, lighten up thyself,
More shine throughout it.

He is thinking so deep,
Aye, peace is in our lungs,
Will you feel it?
For peace is in
Our breath!

He is thinking so deep,
Like how riddance hopes with all its paradoxes,
That every word is secrets
Faith is our hope in our inner world,
For it is our affirmation of belief,
We have had for our inner world.

He is thinking so deep,
Aye, you can’t expect,
Anything from one another.
Ye expect anything,
From thyself,
Before one another

He is thinking so deep,
Aye, study thy standard,
To thy success,
Aye, thou art in thy hands.
And also, always respect,
To thine self of thy doing

© Ismael Mansoor

The circle of breathing

Thou lo at nature, how living greens do those things,
And also, how the sky welcome the clouds to do their things,

Whereas ye can look at how the soils can provide for us to seed,
Aye, I learn something from them, as did History, and still,
They know who they are, and know what they are doing,
That’s what the best ability to love is to give free,

Oh, if you give, for free, the trees will say like, thank you for giving out,
For I forever have given you of my oxygen forever

© Ismael Mansoor

no one wants but…

No one wants to be sad, but the feeling is there within,
So, can thou beat it when thou art alone?

Confident with thine heart,
Like touch the truth,
Then might ye climb out of the sadness,
Saying like,

I thank you for thy experience now I fly free.

© Ismael Mansoor