The imagination’s music

The imagination’s music.

I can tell you how to live your life,
But I can’t show you to your path,
For I am not your God or your Lord,
I am like you that we strive for the great,
But methinks, we can live the way we want,
If you and I have some strength left,
So, let us eat the bread instead of the meat,
Then I will tell you why bread, not meat,
It is vital to be patient,
Our dear Lord, not you nor me

Imagination’s music is fading.

I can tell you who our Lord is,
I say He, but others might say She,
Or there is a possibility that might say They,
Or whatever call it is, you see
Our Holy Creator is not what we thought so,
How could we think, He or She or They?
What if one day we find out that the words
Confuse us because we pick words for our knowing
But why not think about not knowing 
Accept to face the uncertainty, and solve it like money
Riddle tells thee to have money, then spend it like spent
Rubbish, cried my mind, like echo waiting for someone to hear
Strange, such rubbish pops up, then we think

Imagination’s music is stopping.

I can tell you why it is rubbish
When I say, 10 billion dollars will be pocketed in my account,
My brain like, excuse me? 
You think the words are easy to say, I will have 10 billion dollars,
My brain like, well, you got to prove it to me, or else your words are rubbish
Your self-belief is full of nonsense! Then wait for someone else to tell you like
I have billions of dollars because I found my way to get those big numbers
And my mind, excuse me? 
Work for it to commit then we will see if you are truthful 
Who are we? And what will we?
We, brain, heart, many chakras, and many other things.
Hmm, such a strange I know, and such a random thought that change the direction,
But all is well and safe, cheers and peace to you, alight
Wait, wait, can you hear?

The imagination’s music is starting on.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The breath shall remind me

My soul stays with my body,
But I ask, which one is me?
Am I my consciousness,
Or is subconsciousness controlling me?

I am a man who likes questioning,
What shall I be? And who am I really?
Why can’t I master my body one hundred percent?
Too many thoughts through my head

If I master my body one hundred percent,
I would have to access my subconsciousness fully,
And I would get to know every bit inside me,
Yeah, I would say, hi, to my cell, or to my organs,
Or to any form that functions inside me without me supervising.
So, let me say grace words, thank you, and I appreciate greatly,
Because it is a miracle that I move my body,
Like it is also a miracle that you could drive your car or pilot your plane.

I know that my soul is living inside me,
But I know that I must be the one who must be fully aware,
So, I shall remind myself to breathe,
Because when I came out of the womb, the breathing was my first food.
It is a fact that we all know the truth that we were,
We cannot live without breathing,
Because if there is no breathing we would die, we know it to be true
But the food or drink can wait more than 24 hours, unlike no breath.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Hygge (A collaborative poem)

Dear everyone, Joy and I wrote this fourth collaborative poem called Hygge.
Her writing is in italic and mine is bold.

Hygge tell thee, how is thine comfort zone
Hygge is a personification but a word of name
He tells thee, my comfort zone is empty
For I travel out of it, and never return to it
I am content, cosy, and comfortable 
But if ye follow me walk out of thine comfort zone
Then only can you know the essence of Hygge

Hygge is not complacency–
It is instead a steady, thrumming heartbeat
That comes in the time after seeking solace.
Go out in search of Hygge.  Once found,
Hygge will say to thee, “Be still,
Be quiet, and be patient.
Take some time to rest
And let these moments flow in peace.”

I hope everyone found a little bit of peace from this poem. Everyone deserves some hygge in their life.

MY MIND SWIMS A LOT OF STORMS

My mind swims a lot of storms,
He is a man who loves our Holy Creator,
Thee cannot tell me, a mind of just,
But how they could not swim,
We are sorry that we cannot just,
Well man, I hear you, a thousand times,
But thee know not that knew me.

My mind swims a lot of storms,
I bear my thoughts who read both sides,
Oh, they said, how could he? Thee think so
But we who support and compassion,
Shall not fail the Grace of our Lord,
Our Miracle Creator, yes, the Holy One,
Oh, forgive me that I said it out of me.

My mind swims a lot of storms,
The rhyme is not with my skills,
But let him sign out of the difference,
My mind is not hearing mind, but a mind,
That is different from all the different minds,
Oh, I know, hey, relax, sorry man, I know,
That everyone doesn’t like to hear or see, hey relax
Or I know, I know, I know, hmm, it is their reaction.
When they are angry, don’t say relax, it’s provoking,
But they or thee or I have provoked in some ways,
So, what can you say? Or what can they say? What can I?
Too much deep, it is, and perhaps, he is too deep,
But she who loves him, go out all just to be with him.

My mind swims a lot of the storms,
Ye knew me from my birth to this day,
And after this day, so on and on,
Go where He goes, follow Him,
But thee tell me, who and what name,
Ye knew me from the beginning,
But they close their awareness.

My mind swims a lot of the storms,
Ye said they, ye think so mighty than my water,
But I can live without the need of living creatures,
But we are lazy because it cries out, I prefer another way,
They don’t want to touch the soils, knowing it would save the world,
But they close their awareness, welcome the ignorance to their world.
Wake up, come on, we are not supposed to be this but one home.

© Ismael Mansoor

DWELL ON WHAT’S TRUTH NOT LIE

You tell me, love me, and I will love you back. But I tell you what, the Miracle Creator who is our Holy Creator, He keeps giving you love that you deserve. But if your thoughts don’t dwell on the Grace of our Lord, it is you that will bring the ungrace of our enemy upon yourself, for you think not of your body’s gratitude, but the mind of the troubling thoughts.

© Ismael Mansoor

If I deceive you, you would feel disappointed

How could you enjoy talking about things that are deceptive? I would feel bad if I deceive you, but how could you? If I deceive you, you would feel disappointed, but why you went out and stayed behind the back for the pleasure of deception? I don’t know how you enjoy it but I also know that you don’t like if someone finds out the true story about your background. Well, it is this world that our Holy Creator bears the burden everyday.

© Ismael Mansoor

I may not be perfect but

You want to know how to improve your life? I may not be perfect, but the Lord, no, our Holy Creator is anything possible. So, stop and change the way you used to think. You shall see your result if your thoughts glue upon the Grace of our Holy Creator. Give up your negative thoughts that eat up all your waste times. But if you love gossip, backstabbing, whatever it is not good, our Holy Creator shall protect those ones who keeps Him in their thoughts, their minds, their hearts, and their souls even everything inside the body.

© Ismael Mansoor