Words or action?

Hmm, imagine if ye lo at me,
As if thee expect me to knowest of thine explanation,
Then he goes to thou, saying like,
What offers thee as a reader who comes and read,
Such easy words, cheap, not so expensive,
But ye understand is the most important, breakfast,
Lunch, and supper, aye, know thine limit,
Oh, give times to those who die for you to fill your stomach,
Then ye sayest to me, what saith thee to me such words?
Well, the slaughterhouses for all who their stomach such baby cry.
Well, excuse the words that define ye, but I want the world,
To be safe so that our family, our friends, and our generations,
That all may rest happily ever after, but she says like,
When will it? The world is going to try to open thine eyes,
To see all the things all try to ignore,
But they said, beware of all the Miracle Creator’s creation,
For they have had been praying to our Holy Creator,
Forever, ever, and ever, but thee might sayeth, how thee knowest
Such words to novelise out of thine mouth, thy thought,
But well, I have seen so much of living people voice out their thoughts,
Then ye ‘ve no right to stop one another, yes, their words,
Let the words come out to the sky so all may hear, see, and accept,
For every rain will pour out its deed, hence, who can a man or a woman
Stop all the weathers, aye, all the climates? But if one day they such can
Then might I say to myself, not you nor her nor him nor anyone else,
But for me, myself, alone just my thoughts that say, our Holy Creator,
The Miracle Creator shall return and finish what our Holy One started.

© 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

Words of Love’s Imagination

Once a time when I wrote this book,
I was desperate to love a woman,
Or I was longing for her to love me,
So I went out too far to imagine,
And then words expressed out of me,
But this book I wrote was second-language,
Yes, second English language.

Perhaps you would find those words in this book,
Too much love words, and too much unknown,
Might ye to thine thoughts, is he understand his first book?
The way he wrote was like how he writes in an unknown,


But I was desperate to love a woman,
Or I was longing for her to love me,
So I went out too far to imagine,
And then words expressed out of me,

As if I asked myself, how come I wrote too much love?
Well, my heart expressed out of it to remind me,
That those words were mine, longing love in the heart
Out to love someone all dear to the soul!

© Ismael Mansoor

Surreal sonnet

To subjects, love has given a self-loving feel.
O, sure love is, the lovers of self-loving
To the shown where love is hidden
Or to be shown where love is invisible.
To this loving wonder of self-wondering;
That might love what self-loving could feel.
At first in character of lover is doing love,
Show self-wondering love in some impossibility,
Even love burning beyond an imagination,
That mystery imaging with love strange,
The never-giving-up of a lover!
Loving for loving too, love for love to loving
The never-giving-up of self-loving!
So how are our loves going?

Inspired by William Shakespeare
©️ Ismael Mansoor

Words of Love’s Imagination

Once a time when I wrote this book,
I was desperate to love a woman,
Or I was longing for her to love me,
So I went out too far to imagine,
And then words expressed out of me,
But this book I wrote was second-language,
Yes, second English language.

Perhaps you would find those words in this book,
Too much love words, and too much unknown,
Might ye to thine thoughts, is he understand his first book?
The way he wrote was like how he writes in an unknown,


But I was desperate to love a woman,
Or I was longing for her to love me,
So I went out too far to imagine,
And then words expressed out of me,

As if I asked myself, how come I wrote too much love?
Well, my heart expressed out of it to remind me,
That those words were mine, longing love in the heart
Out to love someone all dear to the soul!

© Ismael Mansoor

Words of Love’s Imagination

Once a time when I wrote this book,
I was desperate to love a woman,
Or I was longing for her to love me,
So I went out too far to imagine,
And then words expressed out of me,
But this book I wrote was second-language,
Yes, second English language.

Perhaps you would find those words in this book,
Too much love words, and too much unknown,
Might ye to thine thoughts, is he understand his first book?
The way he wrote was like how he writes in an unknown,


But I was desperate to love a woman,
Or I was longing for her to love me,
So I went out too far to imagine,
And then words expressed out of me,

As if I asked myself, how come I wrote too much love?
Well, my heart expressed out of it to remind me,
That those words were mine, longing love in the heart
Out to love someone all dear to the soul!

© Ismael Mansoor

REflecting her inner

Yet so amazing
That your look is heaven
That whispers to my head,
The gentle of the adorable
Of the Miracle’s sweetness
That flows to me like water,
So neatness
That your felt sounds river
Of the special-feeling of hope
That lily is in my heart so
Lovely so great vibe so
Faithful sweetness hope!

© Ismael Mansoor