Confront the bitter to get out of the poetry

My mind swims into the pool of poetry,
But the rippling prose thanks to every drop from the above.
I thank You, said I to Him, in the pool of poetry,
I honour You with my thoughts, even if I disappoint myself,
Like I was depressed, low feelings, and probably a hypocrite.
Why do I think I was hypocritical? I told you that I love animals,
But I eat some of them, hm, and I told you that I love peace,
But I have anger, hm, and I told you that I love our Holy One,
But I have sinned before Him, so how many times I told you that I love,
Well, my thoughts, the Miracle, the Miracle, that’s chanting,
Like when the ripple drops a drop, the pool of poetry wave, to the endless of the edge.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Am I talking to myself?

The imagination’s words flow,
What does your heart say?

Searcher:  What did my heart say to me?

Searcher is digging inside him, and his soul whispers to him,
Searcher, the Miracle Creator is with you.

Searcher:  Did I imagine? Or was it real?

Searcher is digging inside him, he looks everywhere, and he finds nothing is suspicious.

Searcher:  Surely, I have heard something inside me has whispered to me.

Searcher’s soul is whispering, 
The Miracle Creator.

Searcher:  I heard thrice!

Again Searcher is digging inside him, and he tries to find where the whisper comes from.

Searcher’s soul: Searcher, the Miracle Creator is here.

Searcher: Am I talking to myself? Or someone tries to talk to me.

All is silent for a little while.

Searcher: Am I talking to myself?

Searcher goes through his sacred work, and he tries to figure all through it.

Searcher’s soul: He is the Miracle Creator, our Holy One.

Searcher: I am in my head, so what have I been up to with my imagination?

Searcher’s soul: Our Holy Creator is everywhere! He is everywhere!

Searcher is uncertain with the whisper that voice inside him,

Searcher: Am I still imaging? Fantasy?

Searcher’s soul: Miracle!

Searcher: My thoughts whisper, He is the Pure!

The imagination’s words flow,
What does your heart say?

Searcher’s thoughts: Miracle?

Searcher’s soul: Only we know.

©️ 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

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

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

Say it out of the air

You disappoint me.
Issues of tone in your language
At least I speak the truth, not the closing-heart.
Well, I disappoint you for what.
You are defending because you don’t like the truth.
Well, I don’t like your tone.
My tone, well done for focusing on it, not the truth, you know.
What? You hurt
No, we hurt the Earth for not being truthful to ourselves!

©️ Ismael Mansoor