What belongs, belongs there forever!

Oh, oh, oh, ye made those things by thine hands,
But did thee ask thyself if they are for the Earth’s benefit?
Or for thy money’s sake? Thee must think when to take
Something that belongs to the Earth and alone her.

Oh, oh, oh, thee cannot tell me that the trees belong to Humankind,
Nor ye can say to me that every animal belongs to Men and Women,
Nor thee cannot be on the Earth’s behalf if thou stole their home,
Something to remind about what’s the truth, yeah, we know.

Oh, oh, oh, thou think I am perfect, to tell thee of all the perfect things.
I tell you, what the truth about me is, I am like thou that are imperfect,
But I cannot pretend that everything is fine, nor I favour Ignorance,
We cannot let any bad bacteria or virus to steal all our nutrients.

© Ismael Mansoor

A Song In My Head

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Let me sing song for you,
So now this is your song.

You can ask the Miracle Creator
To sing for you with His Miracle’s Tone
Because you know that there’s no harm to ask
Put it in your heart, I want you to feel
Alight? You ready? Yes, let’s get ready

I know that the world is full of sinners
Or that the world isn’t full of non-sinners
Or that the world is unpredictable
The days to the nights then back to the days
So that Man could one day sing for peace’s songs

Let Man sing song for peace,
So this will be Man’s song.

He can ask the Miracle Creator
To sing for peace with His Miracle’s Tone
Because he knows that there’s no harm to ask
He knows that the world is full of sinners
He knows that the world is unpredictable

Alight, he sings, alight, alight, alight
As the world could feel his heartbeat for peace
To say hi not goodbye and to say, amen
For knowing that the world isn’t full perfect
So he let himself singing for peace’s songs

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The fantasy of such a poem

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Thou art perfect
Thee shew us Sun and Moon
Oh the Proud is with Thee

The sky shew us the blue and the stars
The number of tiny spots
All of them Thee that shew us
Let I to Ye that I may not hide

Thou art perfect
Thee shew us Green and Brown
Oh the Soil is with Thee

The Earth shew us the eyes of the One
But I do not see it all
For a man must face the truth
Let I to Ye as the truth to Thou

Thou art perfect
Thee shew us Life and Death
Oh the Light is with Thee

The Dark shew us the world of in us
We cannot fool it nor lie
Thee shew us the hope’s promise
Let I to Ye as the hope to all

©️ Ismael Mansoor

One vs Two Perspectives

Cross burns my chest
You burn when your soul feels it
Cross is not your friend
Burn-in all side

Cross makes me burn
My chest burns when I feel cross
Can’t burn without cross
Then water them

Cross is pure but
We cannot let it burns us
Fire up boils in the chest
Think to water

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Shielding from the temptation

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Hey Tempt I would like to tell you
Well done oh you see
You rule my weak self
Cause you know how to weak my mind

Hey Tempt look at me with your eyes
Well done
Cause you toy with my soul oh yeah
You know

Hey Tempt you go to my weak self
Toy with my soul like you play me
You mess up my thoughts and my chest
Cause me think like a man of swear

Hey Tempt excuse me with my swear
But you weak me with your lies
Cause me gone to Save and Strong
No more to say to you well done

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Cheeky but true

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Oh, oh, oh
You look down on me
I won’t let you
I won’t look down on you

You told people that you want them to believe
How weak your tongue is, the lie is very weak
But you told them anyway about false of me
Yet I want you well, to know that I’m winning

Oh, oh, oh
You look down on me
I won’t let you
I won’t look down on you

When I said that I am winning
If you heard from some people about me
And if they are wrong I am winning
But if you heard right well done

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Out Of The Chest

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Express out of the chest
Calm is the body’s need

Wake up from the sleeping
Be grateful but if someone is not happy
Ask why to live and ask why, why
It is better to question self than to passive
Wake up from the passive mind that rules
Wake up from all that barrens, and all that sad
Wake up to all that made for self to experience
Beware of the enemy mind that troubles self

Express out of the chest
Calm is the body’s need

Open the eyes, see everything that it eyes
See is the thing that self tends to eye
But see is also another thing that self tends to ignore
Someone saw but they said, I never saw
Ignorance is such a bliss to all that act it
Ignorance is a self that tells, everything is fine
Ignorance would tell that all are okay but not true
Beware of everything that Ignorance sees

Express out of the chest
Calm is the body’s need

Ignorance, wake up, everything, up to the self
Self must experience hence the self must decide
When He one day would ask Ignorance, why did thou
Ignorance would say, excuse, excuse, and excuse
Think not that He who made life and death would not know
Ignorance would narrow their mind to save themselves
But He who made life and death would He let them
Beware of the lies that serve like, everything is fine

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Expressing My Inner World

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Holy, Goodwill, Peacetime, everything that is Thine, and alone Thine
Could I brave to sayth such words, are everything evil also Thine
A question in my mind that asks, and I turn it into a song, or lyric
Let a voice of the singer, or the lyricist, let them speak of Thee

Holy, Goodwill, Peacetime, everything that is Thine, and alone Thine
But still far, could I jump to the conclusion, did Thee also make evil things
I could think if I were in Thy Shoes, would I say, those are Thine
But how could we the Earth do did doing such those things, both good and evil

Holy, Goodwill, Peacetime, everything that is Thine, and alone Thine
I can still brave to sayth such words, I understand, why we are not allowed to do evil
Thou shew us the way to the Holy, Goodwill, Peacetime, everything that is Thine
Is that why, they said, Our Holy Creator would destroy you, and remains ye in thy hell

Holy, Goodwill, Peacetime, everything that is Thine, and alone Thine
Brave wall before me, and I would smash it down, with my words, remind, forgive us
Thee made those things, so that we may learn, and sayth one day, no way to the evil things
They said that Thee have had having destroyed those evildoers until one truly save them

Holy, Goodwill, Peacetime, everything that is Thine, and alone Thine
Brave words, the brave wall that is smashed down, by my words, and brave conclusion
He could say, fantasy made me did these thoughts, and it makes me do this thinking
They said that Thee art Fear, but not my words, only the understanding’s words

© Ismael Mansoor

[ Much at all, yeah much at all ]

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Much at all, and yeah, much at all
One shall know what I expect so much
I don’t expect from you, or anyone
I expect from the Miracle, yeah I expect from Him

Look at the sky when it rains when it suns and when it grays
When the world moves as itself to carry on the life
One has warmth, and the other one has a cold
One is sheltered, and the other one is not sheltered
Much at all as much as they can or cannot
But you shall not expect from me but the Miracle
For inasmuch the Miracle shall be your much-at-all

Much at all, and yeah, much at all
One has warmth, and the other one has cold
One is sheltered, and the other one is not sheltered
Much at all as much as they can or cannot
But you shall not expect from me but the Miracle
For inasmuch the Miracle shall be your much-at-all

Much at all and I tell you, much at all
Yeah, much at all, and yeah, much at all

© Ismael Mansoor

Pride is not for me

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Proud said they but not me that love saying proudly
Oh, thee want to distinguish my hood if I did proudly
Oh ya, how could I not be imperfect, oh, look at my ears
They are not as well-hearing, but they dim any sound
Once Dumb and Mute had given to me but I took it not
I declared it to some that said Mute, my voice is not mute
As well as I would break down Dumb with you to define

I can shout or scream with my voice even if they are not for you to hear
I can voice that misunderstands ye, or I can gibberish
I can learn and speak it properly and then you say that my accent is
Well, I can say what I can if I am to with the confidence

Proud said they but not me that love saying proudly
Oh, thee want to distinguish my hood if I did proudly
Oh ya, they did sayth, thou art show-off or thee think ye are clever
And also did they sayth, thou never stop talking back, give it rests
I did not talk back because I wanted to be pride
I did talk because the mind kept giving me other words to sign
They were a need to shut up the words that were not in good

I can tell myself what I need to think
And also can I tell myself to think twice

The words could think of me a billion times
Various words could prepare for me to stand the photosynthesis
And other various words could sing for me to misunderstand
Until one day I would come to a sense that sayth
Write to them as the books and then shall I sail ye to more
Riddle, paradox, outside the box, and I know them not
For they remain secrets that stores in my soul waiting for me

©️ Ismael Mansoor