Unfinished dream

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When I was a teenager, I dreamt of two men standing in the church,
One was by the entrance door, and other was by the old piano.
I was in the corner of them, I saw a man from the entrance door,
He was looking like a black cloak, he walked towards me slowly,
But the other man from the old piano cried to the black cloak, “hey, stop”
I saw that man by piano looked like an ancient priest,
He kept telling the black cloak, “hey, stop” because the black cloak walked towards me
And he was closer to me, and priest looked at my eyes faithfully
From there I woke up, I wanted to go back to that again to find out
If I successfully stood firmly in front of the black cloak like that priest,
I would like to see what the black cloak would like to say to me.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

To that strange land

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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 thoughts, 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-curse,
Because of the understanding is there.

I find that there’s no more pride and ego,
Because of 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 thoughts, 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 of 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 thoughts, for that strange land.

© Ismael Mansoor

The dream’s illusion

Sleep, dream, imagination
Suddenly the eyes are opening
The headaches
I glance and click on the blue spot
There is a strange pyramid from bottom to top
An airplane is flying over it
Down there beside it, and those people are looking up
At the airplane that flies away from them
The body language is confused
I glance and click on the blue spot
There is a strange pyramid from bottom to top
There is an airplane coming from the far
A person is on the top
An airplane is flying over it
They look at the airplane while it is flying away
The flow of the stream
Too many thoughts go through
Imagination, dream, sleep

© Ismael Mansoor

How well do ye remember thy dreams

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How well do ye remember thy dreams
Ye never knew me as Dreamer
I bid that you remember when you sleep
And also I bid that you must master it
How to define if you don’t memory all of it
But I have watched ye all your dreams
Whether you may not remember it all
But if thou doth have the best of it
Shall I be your witness cause I am Dreamer

Dream, dream, how many dreams doth thou remember
Or dream, dream, how many times ye sayth, I don’t remember
Oh, ye knew it thyself that thou doth sayth, I don’t remember
Well, well, dream, enjoy, and remember, aye, remember it all
Practice, believe, receive, and perceive, quoted the sayth
How well are thy heart that pumps so aesthetically
I would sayth well done, and sayth thou doth remember it well
But what about tomorrow, and the next day
What about all the time that ye need to remember them all

I am Dreamer
I remember ye, all of you, and I do not forget all your dreams
Because the authority gave me from an ancient ago
That I shall have it to rule anything that I desire
But lucky ye that I am one of the believers that faith
Ye know my rule of the authority that power over all the dreams
Yet I act as an accord to our Holy Creator
Oh, be grateful that I am like Him that let thou doth thy will
Will, will, aye, free will for all of ye to dream like free choice

©️ Ismael Mansoor