WELCOME TO THIS ENGRAINED HEART!

The first thing I would like to say thank you to those people that follow my blog called My Deaf Mind. Because of you people that give me the courage and self-will to continue writing.

The remembrance said to me, “People who follow your writing even if your family and friends who some hide in the back and read your words and said, whoa, he is fantastically improving every day, oh, salute his words and his fantasy. Oh, such a grace, and such an imagination.”

I read what inside me, and I don’t know what it is, but feelings, yes, emotions. Hmm, I would have thought if people who follow My Deaf Mind have wondered, what was he thinking? Or what was happening in his inner world? Or such a lovely word, looking forward to more of his.

When I am by my words, riddle, it is, but hence, wait and patient, for it is this engrained heart that I sing with no reason, but a purpose, from my soul. People who follow My Deaf Mind will understand why this engrained heart, but if you are new to my words, I welcome you to my mysterious thoughts, and perhaps one day you would say, I see what you mean.

May my blog flourish like a nature that comes from the soul.

© Ismael Mansoor

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Hope sounds comfortable

The Great Spirit whispered to the Hope
“You are the Hope of the Universe,”
“An unbroken line of the Great Light.”
So the Hope stood in front of the Fear
While millions of spirits watched them

Hope
I am the Hope,
The spirit of
The Universe.
And I am here
To stop Fear.

Fear
You are the Hope
Of no universe.
You are for despair
Some spirits follow
Me my way, my logic
I always thought you
Were one for the future,

Hope
I am here.
So challenge me.

Fear.
Hope.

Desirer
It is a sacred place.
You will respect the old tradition.

Fear
I always thought of you,
Were one for tradition
Desirer,
Hope.
I accept your challenge
If only to personally
Fight the power out
Of your hopeful spirit.

Hope fought with Fear
It took them so long

Fear
I have no time for this.
Desirer!

Desirer
It is a sacred place.
You will respect the old tradition.

Fear turned to Hope
And a million spirits cried,
“Fear’s cheating!”
“Cheating! Cheating! Cheating!”
“Shame on you! Shame on you, Fear!”
“You cheat, Fear!”
“This is not our way!”
But Fear drained Hope,

Hope
You have no honour!

Hope had shown the millions
That HOPE is forever but
Hope had gone to sleep.
And Fear had left.
And Desirer cried out
To all millions of spirits

Desirer
You will follow this,
Fear?
Will you?
You will follow this,
Fear?
I will not.
I follow a true Spirit.
The HOPE.

Inspired by Green Lantern
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The endless truth within one’s soul

Her words welcome the light;
She sticks to the non-sick of right.

She is a woman who studies life,
Of the truth that only comforts,
She so clear, like the pure water,
Due to her figure of heaven –

Her words welcome the light;
She sticks to the non-sick of right.

Describable and explanation,
Lays in her back of mind –
It could say this’s her subconscious;
Clear abstract to her imaginations.

Her words welcome the light;
She sticks to the non-sick of right.

What does life give her in
The hope and miracle?
Where is the news? She will figure
Miraculous words and truth.

She reads the Ten Commandments to face the truth,

The Ten Commandments forbid sins.
How could one follow this when one is sinning –
Is one not being educated nor being taught?
The endless truth within one’s soul that one knew –
When you see the lava, one knew one could not touch it.

Inspired by Hafez (The nightingales are drunk)
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What art thou looking for?

Earth uses the light,
The sun summons
The Warmth.
The atmosphere has
Protected the sky –
The sky felt the heat.
Earth is consuming,
By the Warmth.
If she is not stopping,
The atmosphere will
Protect the sky.
The Sun has the power,
To warm this Earth.
Sun is but a name.
The True-Sun of the fire
Is the light himself
Sun knows he gives what
The living flesh can not.
No one can stand against
The sun alone.

O, from my imagination, it moves
With fantasy and fancy, my heart roll
To read my mind give the movies it drives,
And driven that moves do movies- it skills,
That becoming of real movies
Who thought that how to image imaging
That in here very fantasy and love
That here is such mine imagination,
That, in my heart, feels like a miracle.

Come to feel my random writes,
And you’ll have to read and read
Beyond the words, my way of style.
My randomness will be like the
The sky that tells the story to the
Earth about how beautiful the
Stars with joy to watch shines.

Thou willeth hath to protect thine hope.
Thee need hope to protect ye.
What art thou looking for?

If you want to be like me,
I would suggest, no good idea,
Why? You know the facts,
That’s beautiful to be you,
Than be somebody else.
But if you think that is you,
It would not be beautiful,
I would say this to you,
You need the love inside you,
To recognize that you are
Great!

Thou art the master of thy body-ship, not default
Thee, a master of thine fate, not default
Ye need you to drive your life through breath;
You will see you get the chance by faith.

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English can be complicated

Well, English can be complicated, said me, well,
Such is the English language such words are them,
Excuse me, myself then I go to the thoughts,
Thinking many things, a thousand times,
Then I go back to read some things,
Important, for me to know such English,
But I will tell thee of my understanding,
Like, well, well, then might I tell thee,
Go to a well, and let water goes in a bucket,
With thine two hands, thanks to thy arms, thankful,
Then I change the subject- how am I? I am well, thank thee.

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Words or action?

Hmm, imagine if ye lo at me,
As if thee expect me to knowest of thine explanation,
Then he goes to thou, saying like,
What offers thee as a reader who comes and read,
Such easy words, cheap, not so expensive,
But ye understand is the most important, breakfast,
Lunch, and supper, aye, know thine limit,
Oh, give times to those who die for you to fill your stomach,
Then ye sayest to me, what saith thee to me such words?
Well, the slaughterhouses for all who their stomach such baby cry.
Well, excuse the words that define ye, but I want the world,
To be safe so that our family, our friends, and our generations,
That all may rest happily ever after, but she says like,
When will it? The world is going to try to open thine eyes,
To see all the things all try to ignore,
But they said, beware of all the Miracle Creator’s creation,
For they have had been praying to our Holy Creator,
Forever, ever, and ever, but thee might sayeth, how thee knowest
Such words to novelise out of thine mouth, thy thought,
But well, I have seen so much of living people voice out their thoughts,
Then ye ‘ve no right to stop one another, yes, their words,
Let the words come out to the sky so all may hear, see, and accept,
For every rain will pour out its deed, hence, who can a man or a woman
Stop all the weathers, aye, all the climates? But if one day they such can
Then might I say to myself, not you nor her nor him nor anyone else,
But for me, myself, alone just my thoughts that say, our Holy Creator,
The Miracle Creator shall return and finish what our Holy One started.

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What an interesting…

At the castle, in the Cloud where it is invisibly floating above lands and seas. An angel comes out of it, and he said to himself, “What an interesting day for me. My job to the safety must bring peace to this world. I believe a miracle future is to come one day to surprise Earth, will time to light her up to the miracle.” He starts to feel relaxed, “While the sun still shines a light, my job will be to the miraculous safety.”

Inspired by Final Fantasy IX
Written by Ismael Mansoor

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Lyrically fantasy in my song

Oh, oh, oh, oh, o, o, o, o
Ooh, ooh
Dance
She dances her feet
Yes she dances

I liked watching her the dancer,
Dance to dance
She’s dancing to dance
I did feel her delight
She smiled right straight at me
Before I blink
Oh yes, before I blink
She’s a big star
Inspiring
That dances inside my blood
She’s so easygoing!

Something I enjoy about her
Highly enjoyable
If she can keep her dances

I like her dances
But I never show
I dance
O yes, I won’t show her a dance
Maybe I’m shy
I like her dances
Yes, she dances like she’s
A good actress
That dances inside my blood
She’s so easygoing!

If she asks me
Show dancing that she’s
Just interested
Oh, oh, ta ta, ta ta
She interests
Ooo
Oh, oh, ta ta, ta ta
Ooh, o, o, o
She interests

But I better watch her dance,
Never let go of her feet
I tried to approach her
From her dancing

So even if she asks me,
To dance
I better know where
I dance
I better know where
I dance

I like her dances
But I never show
I dance
O yes, I won’t show her a dance
Maybe I’m shy
I like her dances
Yes, she dances like she’s
A good actress
That dances inside my blood
She’s so easygoing!

Something I enjoy about her
Highly enjoyable
If she can keep her dances

Watch closely she got a passion,
Dancing there
I can see her love
Is she dancing her heart
Love
Say I’m just interested

I like her dances
But I never show
I dance
O yes, I won’t show her a dance
Maybe I’m shy
I like her dances
But I never show
I dance

Though she dances like she’s
A good actress
That dances inside my blood
She’s so easygoing!

Don’t I want to dance with her?
I like her dances
Though she dances like she’s
A good actress

Ooh!
Ooh, ooh!

I like her dances
I like watching her the dancer
Oh, oh

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Fear would not be with love…

It is wonderful to lead your people,
Out of fear, out of sadness, out of rage,
But I don’t think you will get a reward if,
You feed your people with your fire-anger,
Because at the end you will lose your love,
That you would bring a meaningless to them,
History has shown us if we
Feed fear would not be able to win love,
O you know that I mean about to say,
That if you continue to play fire with
Fear would let a demon fuel your anger,
Until you finally open your eyes
That you have lost to love and to peace-will

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A very powerful tool that enhances our creativity

The arts of the Visualiser, the son of Fantasy, the prince in Universe.
The creativeness of creativenesses imaged the Visualiser; all is creativity.
What art has a visualiser of all his visualisation which he sensed his imagination?
One question has answered, and another answer has questioned:
All questions are full of questioning: a visualiser must know an answer.

Inspired by King Solomon
Written by Ismael Mansoor

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A Cliffhanger

A corrupt man is sitting alone, with his wife in the distance. They are on the vacation.
“I should be happy, but,” paused his wife. “Once I knew you start to corrupt, I didn’t know how I should feel. I kind of wanted to cry. I haven’t felt this way since I knew that play with you and your doings. You led me down the path of corruption. The people will not be happier with us on the throne of corruption.”
“I,” paused the corrupt man.
“End your corruption,” said his wife. “You must now carry the burden of ruining your corruption alone.”

Inspired by Final Fantasy IX
Written by Ismael Mansoor

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