Open Your Mind

Ye speak or sign that you want me to believe
But I tell thee that I believe in our Holy Creator
Ye canst share thine thoughts with me, so should I
Thou doth need to think, as will I think, as free
Thou think thee can make my mind passive
But I am sorry to tell thee that He won’t let ye
It is Him that made everything, everything and everything
Such the simple words, it is Him, oh, oh, oh
Thee have But on our side, but He, the Miracle Creator
Our Holy Creator, oh, oh, thou feel that it is not for thee
Our Holy Creator is not on your side, nor mine, He is on our side!
Thee see it is the role that He models but ye might ask what
He told them that they needed, and we have them in our books
But my spirit stands up to the holy mountain
For it seeks the fantasy that dreams upon the reality

© Ismael Mansoor

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Unfinished dream

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When I was a teenager, I dreamt of two men standing in the church,
One was by the entrance door, and other was by the old piano.
I was in the corner of them, I saw a man from the entrance door,
He was looking like a black cloak, he walked towards me slowly,
But the other man from the old piano cried to the black cloak, “hey, stop”
I saw that man by piano looked like an ancient priest,
He kept telling the black cloak, “hey, stop” because the black cloak walked towards me
And he was closer to me, and priest looked at my eyes faithfully
From there I woke up, I wanted to go back to that again to find out
If I successfully stood firmly in front of the black cloak like that priest,
I would like to see what the black cloak would like to say to me.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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Cupid’s Arrows

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Oh Cupid, did he arrows her heart?
What was Cupid thinking?

Oh, oh Cupid, I am in love with thee
Not that I know of love but your bow
Arrow to a destination that targets

Oh, oh, oh Cupid, I cannot leave thee
Not that I know of love but my obsession
Let us rule our heart, not Cupid’s self
But I am not afraid of thy truth

Oh, oh, Cupid, what is this dove flying for?
Thee seek that is in the arrow from the bow
Now not that I know of it but you manipulate me

Oh Cupid, how dare he does this to her
Or how dare her that let him do this

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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STRANGE FIGURE

Showtime, the strength of a man
Somebody saw him talking to a tree
And they heard the whisper of a sound
As the man who had the strength
Spoke one word He
The tree that was with his sound, one word He
It became a hope of a flower
And they said to themselves, how could this tree
Become a huge flower? 
Such a strange figure but shall we leave said they
Before they could leave an attraction came to it
And merged with him who had the strength of a man

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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