What thee see is for ye

What thee see is for ye,
But a reaction from thine world
Ye speak from your thoughts,
And thy body listens to what ye say,
Even like me as a Deaf man,
My body listens to what I sign
From my thoughts.

Well, man, woman, child, boy, girl, shout the mind,
I will not leave every word, so they must show,
What were ye? Thou asked for thy faith, thine own,
Thou seek that thee need, a question to answer,
Where were ye? The mind of the brain waits for you,
Like the fantasy is waiting for the one to reveal it.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The Ivy of Amber’s Mind

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AMBERYou say you’re sweet: how should I know?

ARCTURUSThen you shall find out how sweet I am!

AMBERFrom what – how so? I keep myself free!

ARCTURUSWhether that you believe me or not

AMBERWhether that you be sweet or no?

ARCTURUSLong I have sweetened in this now

AMBERA sweet head you have wandered here,

ARCTURUSI live for who to sweeten, sweet who –

AMBERWho cast your life for pleasure, live there –

ARCTURUSLive my years, that I live them well –

AMBERBut yet your years that I have witnessed,

ARCTURUSLive by my own belief, you shall know

AMBERHere I shall endure my own knowledge!

© Ismael Mansoor

What art thou? A citizen

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Hi poet
Thy manner? That’s nice
A poet goes to his words
Creative is what he loves
Pleasure, to make thy poetry
But thou art, not a poet
What art thou? A citizen
Or a person who knew their heart
Well, do ye know my poetry?
If thou do not know what is inside my soul
Ask thy heart if thou shall see to my words
Or ask thy mind if thee trust thyself
Or ask thy soul if ye shall say a gift
Oh, make thyself home, comfortable
Make thyself smile, cheerful
What stops thee if thy happiness says, hi sweetheart
The creative is what makes the mind to think
Thy goodwill, or thy good thought, or thy goodness
Ya, I know it is cliche, but do thou understand
What is in mystery when it ridden?
Oh, ya, ask a poet, they know better than ye
But thou as a citizen is better than nothing
Oh, forgive the provoke

© Ismael Mansoor