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

Different function in the body

I give you a slice of bread, said my head,
And my tummy said I eat the bread.
My heart said me give you faith,
But my soul said I wait for you.
What you waited for? said my path.
Now you see, who are you? Which one is thou?
Thee tell the body, which one,
You or soul or heart or mind or all at once?
Which one art thou? Which one?
Thee find it so hard to answer, which one or all at once
Now I feel my body, wondering what’s going on inside me?
Like how they live and function for me
Wait, wait, what are we doing to the Earth?
The wonder makes me dig so deep, well, what I can do.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

A stream of too much words

My mind was like a stream of distortion,
Distraction, too many words, traffic.
He knows, but methinks, He knew.
It is Him that He is our Holy Creator,
But I don’t mean Him as a male, He is not a man nor a woman,
But a word He who needs no one but Himself.
They said a mother gives life to the front of our eyes,
But a father alone cannot give, so the mother must get involved,
So the mother of our mothers are the essence for life,
But He who needs no one, it is Him, the First,
And it will be Him, the Last, not you nor me.
Now you see why I say He, for a man alone, cannot produce life,
Without their woman, you see that I think too far,
Like the stream of distortion, distraction, too many words, traffic!
I think not low of women, but I think highly of them because they are givers,
So we men must treat them equal that like they would treat us equal, always been
From the old-time to now that women have been treating men as men want,
But my mind went too far, so I am a just person who talks out of the words.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

ALL IS WELL IN THE AIR

The imagination planes on the view,
Bee is in it, and Windy looks at him,
She said I carry your wings whatever you need,
Because my spirit is always with you.

The imagination planes on the world,
Bee flies all around it, and Windy quickly grabs him,
She said, forgive me that I blow you,
So hard that drains your wings’ energy.
Bee smiles, and he fuzzies, with honey,
He said to her, I can turn the world into a garden,
Don’t you think so? Let my joy and share.
All is well, the imagination cherishes.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Like words paint the scripture

Power, strength, hope
Like the brain is power,
Like muscle strength,
And like the heart is hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

Power, the brain is tooling,
Strength, the muscle is moving,
And hope, the heart is pumping,
They are power, strength, and hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

My thoughts, power, strength, hope
Like other thoughts, empower, sharing, and love
Even other thoughts, light, warm, and miracle
These thoughts are various, yet hope, strength, power
Oh yeah, my thoughts like words paint the scripture.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I need more affirmations

Hi the books, you look at me, speechless,
Waiting for me to open you, and read each page,
But academic language? How could you do that?
How could you let others difficult to understand you,
The doctoral written, the highest words, like level 100

Well, man, woman, oh, I should also say, boy and girl,
How do you like being expensive-word-out-of-your-mind?
Well, the world, I am studying to further the understanding,
So that may I, myself, with a reminder, I am my responsibility,
That everything I do with life, it needs my action, as they need you.

To do something for the world, then someone appears, I understand your work,
So let me carry it when you are no more here on the Earth, yeah, right?
How could you think that you are immortal? The Earth lets life die every day,
Like we let our cells die inside every day, so what do you think?
I know my scripture is a fantasy because it comes from me, but what about you?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I know our mind is different but

You want everything to satisfy,
But for who?
If it were up to me,
I will look up to the sky,
And you might think, why lookup.
I don’t know why but I feel so,
Anyway, back to the point,
I will look up to the air,
The Miracle Creator who made us,
It is us that we should satisfy our Holy One.
But my mind is Deaf, so I don’t know what you think,
Because our mind is so different
But I hope that one day that peace is not so different,
To us, and everyone else, and to the world,
Oh, let it be a done so that we may dance with the peace,
Knowing what it is for, and what it shall come,
But my mind is a various style, too many words.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Hoping that ye find my words

I made food for my body,
But she feeds me daily,
With content and marvellous,
Like everything is victorious.

Thee have been seeking for me,
And I wait, wait, hoping that ye find my words.
Thee bell my sound, hello, here I am,
We are interested to get to know your scripture.

Help, help, help, for thou have seeks for the words,
But He who is our Holy One, the Miracle Creator,
Let Him water our skin to be cleansing,
Then only can we open ourselves, knowing the truth is here

©️ Ismael Mansoor

A mixed thought?

I have so much to tell myself,
If I am selfish, how could I?
When I was a child, my parents were feeding me,
Looked after me, and so much more to say,
They gave me food and drink to satisfy my body.
So if I am selfish, I tell you that I have learned nothing,
But if not, I tell you that I have gained such importance in life.
You get me, no, I ask, I get myself?
It is important to know oneself, like important knowing one’s book,
So, the sky reminds me that everything is blue and night with stars,
That everything inside, it should be taken care of the good things.
Well, I know everything that I think of, is such a deep one.
Riddle would reek that the words like, thee seek then peek thyself,
Strange, seek that meek upon such week, thought but I would
Sayth to thou, my mind is just but fantasy that has many words.
Honour and belief in the vein, it shall be like the vine,
But bear with the words that scripts, yeah such a ring-riddle.

©️ Ismael Mansoor