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)
© Ismael Mansoor

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

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

© Ismael Mansoor

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

Come first before…

TV’s screen shows President, standing himself in front of the crowd, and he said to them, “Let me tell you the truth about our Earth.”
And the crowd roars like, “Yeah, yeah.”
“Our Earth isn’t satisfied with our things. Her beauty cries to the heaven for its beauty love.”
Suddenly the crowd is quiet.
“Orders from President! Help Earth, focus all our kind hearts on this planet.”
No one is making any sound from the crowd.
“I’ll make the first change,” calmed President. “I’ll change the way we live because if we want to save the future of our children, we have to help Earth. Because if we help Earth, she will help us. Believe me that the Earth will help us if we help her with our kind hearts.”
The crowd is extreme quieter.
“We have to save Earth,” determined President. “Believe me that I will let Earth comes first before us.”
The crowd starts to sound uncomfortable.
“Oh, my final act will richen this nation, and I will ensure that we treat each other like a kind heart because if you don’t, I will send you to a certain place like rehabilitation that will determine your behaviour to be an earth person, that’s the end of it.”

Alright, I leave here in peace.

I order you to love yourself.

What about you?

Hey, I ordered you to love yourself!

And I asked, what about you?

How can you defy a king?

Do I defy you?

You defy the king to love yourself.

And should I say, you defy your love?

Guards.

How can you be a king when you don’t
Understand me?

Guards…

If I love myself, will you answer if you too?

Guards!

Even if your guards are here, 
They won’t do much,
And I promise you,
They won’t do much.

Get out!

You think

Get your way out in peace!

Alright, I leave here in peace, 
My king.

@ Ismael Mansoor

Imagination is his fantasy…

Imagination is his fantasy
The greatest of all the seers
He is to imagine
Until the day of the Creator’s fate

He only reaches a light heart,
He enters the image of a healing heaven
They feel over his creative imagination
He is ordering them to believe again

The world he finds out wondering him
To his brain, he struggles for true-peace
Life is too mysterious for his sake
He decides to make as imaginations

The heaven thought he imagines of Earth
Awake to understand the existence
Of all the creatures around the Earth
Live to be heaven by the wishing

He thoughts none of hell could stop him
No one could interfere with his imaginations
He is strong in his imagination’s believing,
By his soul inspired by his heartbeat

So humble in his simple wishes
So deep in his inspired soul
Believing like a strong belief
He is almost a mystery

And yet the Creator appears
With His Words saved him automatically
A boy inside a man
He is defenceless to his youth

Beaten by his will of the soul’s belief
He fell into a hidden felt
Perhaps that felt accepts Him
He loved loving his good thought

Now no more assumptions are waiting for him
No more fights for nonsense
This planet where he once lived living,
Doth not allow him to stop breathing

Bright lightness inside him
There is something in him
All that remains of him
Is going through the reality

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Mixture of emotions

The veil willst be thine shieldst,
Then the riddle said, veil all here is,
Then the-veil all there is, well, heather
However, all such is what, and then
Veil, veil, and the-veil, all here there.

Then Verily comes to her,
How tiredness art thou to the air?
She thought, what fast it holds,
Bestow, for the world, sighs its histories.

Then she comes, saying like,
I was tired, and I sighed,
But here I am.

But the cherry bliss,
Blossoming all therein stars,
Then let wish to real.

Then all-looking up,
Saying like, is it those real?
Broken pieces anew

Well, heather, it is,
Well, the song encourages bird,
To calm down the lone.

Then Victory comes to see Thirsty-Sword,
How long won’t you open your eyes?
For I have not drawn you out to slaughter,
Bloodbath, all is death, but I have not drawn you,
Because I am Victory so bear with me,
Thirsty-Sword, hither, well,
So keep dreaming of me holding you.

Indeed, I only know you when I see you,
But I don’t know when I don’t see you.
I know you because I saw all your actions,
But I don’t know another side of you,
Because I never saw all others of your actions.

Then the harvest of heart shall feed you its fruit and vegetables.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

My mind roamed

Wizard, Wizard, and Wizard, my mind roamed, Wizard!
If you are a wizard, what would you or what you would
Hmm, I want to think, yeah, I want, so, if you are the wizard,
What would you like to be? Oh, there are many different kinds,
Of the wizards, which one you like to be, light or dark?
Brown or Black or White? What kind of wizard, oh, Merlin?!


Don’t you think Merlin can perform all magic spells, do you?
Yeah, I told you, I wanted to think, yeah, I wanted, but even,
Now still I want to know, yeah, I want to know if you are
What would you like? I won’t stop with the repeat, what would
You like, Merlin, Merlin, Merlin, all I could think of, Merlin!
Oh, I got you, you would like to be, a miracle wizard, like Merlin!

© Ismael Mansoor

A dream’s prophetic

A dream’s prophetic

From the old age to the future of peace
The old war will reduce by time to time,
That at the end he will win for all peace,
But to that happen he will be merciful,
With the help of the Miracle Maker
Because of his kindness that cheers his heart
So the old age to the future of peace,
Will destroy the war for once
And all to them forever and ever,
So here my head said to me my spirit,
Is that one day the Miracle Maker
Will come to face every one of the Earth,
With His Love, Mercy, and forever Peace,
So never try to doubt of the Great Peace!

©️ Ismael Mansoor