What thee see is for ye

What thee see is for ye,
But a reaction from thine world
Ye speak from your thoughts,
And thy body listens to what ye say,
Even like me as a Deaf man,
My body listens to what I sign
From my thoughts.

Well, man, woman, child, boy, girl, shout the mind,
I will not leave every word, so they must show,
What were ye? Thou asked for thy faith, thine own,
Thou seek that thee need, a question to answer,
Where were ye? The mind of the brain waits for you,
Like the fantasy is waiting for the one to reveal it.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

CONTROL MIND

I see a powerful healer in mind,
They smile, and they are truthful to everything else,
But the mind shall not be my colonisation,
I shall be the one to colonise my mind.

Time to remember everything is 10 percent,
And the rest of 90 percent is me, my reaction.
Thee remember that is true, aye, 90 percent,
The mind shall not be my colonisation.

The powerful healer is smiling, and they are truthful to everything else,
I shall be the one to colonise my mind,
Aye, time to remember everything is 10 percent,
And the rest of 90 percent is me, my reaction.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The Wind Of Feeling

My heart walks into a feeling,
Just as true as the Lord please,
And to an angel,
He stands below the Miracle.

More than one angel themselves
Have no doubt what He does.
It’s the fire in my heart,
And the stubborn of my light,
That inspires in my blood,
And the faith in my body –
My mind is Deaf not Hearing
So that’s how my heart feels.

Inspired by Maya Angelou (Phenomenal Woman)
Written by Ismael Mansoor

Curve the discourse

Have you come to the fantasy? If yes, have you, or have not you?
Some people want what they want to believe, but I want to ask,
Ask, ask, ask, and ask a question that provides an answer.

Thee yell at the seller, why did thou start selling?
It was thou that started it, aye it was you the first seller,
So now, we have so many sellers for the buyers.

Thee yell at the buyer, why did thou start buying?
It was thou that accepted it, aye it was you the first buyer,
So now, we have so many buyers for the sellers.

Have you come to the fantasy? If no, have you, or have not you?
Repetition dares the riddle to provide the confusing for us,
Like how could thee favour such a lazy for thyself?

So many questions go through, and then somebody demands,
Answers, answers, and more answers, aye, they demand,
The answers to be true, to fit the questions.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

To that strange land…

The Journey welcome me to the strange land,
Where there is full of hope, heaven thoughtful,
That you find me so strange to say something,
Like the eternal Light, the Miracle

I find my thought how strange is that something,
Such as polices, hospitals, are no more,
Because of everyone, everybody,
Are full of self-healing, full of self-peace,
Where there is no more of crime, no more sick
How strange that land with full of the miracle,
That there is no more sin – no more sin-cursed,
Because the understanding is there

I find that there’s no more pride and ego,
Because the understanding is there,
That I see that the world is full of calm,
Due to the peace who win over that land

I find my thought how strange is that something,
Such as killings are no more of that blood,
Because of everyone, everybody,
Are full of self-kindness, full of self-love,
Where there is no more of eating blood food
How strange that land with full of the miracle,
That eat only fruits and vegetables,
Because the understanding is there

I find that there’s more of Angels and Light,
Because of the Miracle Creator.
Is there to sit on the throne of that land?
Due to my abstract thought for that strange land

©️ 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