Shades of brown

Ye taught me the words of our Holy Creator
Deal with the knowledge and the simple
Goodwill to the self, smiling with the merry heart
Ye taught me the words of mind yet I try to calm it
They said what art thou? Deaf with big capital 
Or small capital deaf, oh they asked, what art thou?
I told them, I am deaf or Deaf since it’s the same word
Or doth thou have any difference? I sign DEAF 

Oh,
Let me tell you something about my memory
Something relate to above but different thoughts
Me bold with italic and others are bold

1.
What race are you? 

Brown.

No, I’m asking you, what race are you?

I am brown.

I know you are brown, but what race are you? I am a black woman.

I am an Earthman.

No, not that I meant. Are you Indian or Coloured?

I am an Earthman.

Well, you’re mad.

Well, are you black?

Yes.

Really?

Yes, I am.

Is your skin like this black?

No.

What is your skin looking like?

I’m black, a black woman.

Really?

Yes.

Let me ask you again, is your skin like this black?

No.

What is your skin looking like?

Well.

Is your skin this black?

No.

What is your skin looking like?

Dark brown.

Then you are not black.

2.

I know your skin is light brown.

I am white.

No, you are not like this white.

Well, still I am white.

Look at your skin, is it this white? Really?

It is tanned.

Well, it is light brown; you are not white, but a lighter brown that is part of the volume of brown.

I am red because blood is red!

Oh, well. Sigh.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Present Will Wake

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Hope stands a firm body
She said, Present will set me free
But they said, Past will interfere
Hope prays, and they quieten
She said, I believe I was told
The tale of Sin’s journey
And other sins of the tales
And yet repetition’s more sinful tales
And the tales of long-ago
And the tales of no-time-at-all
Till Present rise and Past fell
Ensure Future to shine
The time of our Holy Creator
But they said, Past will catch up
Hope smiles and braves
Present will wake to find itself
In the time of opening space

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Circle of life

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Ye made animals which thoughts my mind
Are they the foods for my kind and other kinds who eat?
What their purposes to live on the Earth and more what
Ye made those things to live but die
Such a strange to me that thought it of what more there is
Oh such a figure to a man that wonders like why
Ye made those living things to die
O no such a man or woman prolong their life
But they could if their soul is well like the milky way
Ye made what holds and more of life

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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

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

Showtime The Power Of Sh-sh

Showtime
He shew thou the power of Sh-sh
If they dare to stand up for themselves
They would get defeat by the Sh-sh
Showtime, he said, who dare to defy the Lord
Come out, face me, and slay who falls on the ground
No one would come out, face him, oh, they were afraid
But one woman just came out, and they shocked
How could she stands up for herself, oh, she wished for her death
But he who shew thou the power of Sh-sh smiled at her
And said, now face me, and slay me with thine heart
But the story of the showtime was no more to be told

©️ Ismael Mansoor

A GOAL DOESN’T NEED THE LAZY

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Study, work, dost not be lazy
Thou sayth that thee will study hard
Prove it to thyself, work hard, be strong
Oh, show thine self with thy talents
Genius, wonderful, no one can close their mouth
Jaw wide and open and you see what is in them
Tongue, everything that is the muscle inside them
Each layer got to protect all that serve them
Ye think that ye can control what’s inside ye
Then the world that thou art living in should not fail
Ye knew that I knew if you control what’s inside ye
Then everyone will say, how could you know yourself
Teach it to us, teach them that desire to control themselves
And when they do, they will go to other places
And others will open their mouth for a long time
Jaw wide and open and they see what is in them
Tongue, everything that is the muscle inside them
Ringing, ringing, pick it up and stop goofing
Go to study, work hard, and pass thy surpassing

© Ismael Mansoor

What’s up with my head

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The world, the world, he shouts
A man with suits lands on from the air
Ye think ye are here to stop me
The man with suits confronts him the one who shouts
The world, the world, what’s with thine head
Shut up, stop it
Let us be done, repeat, let us finish what we started
Thou art making the world roars
For what?
Come and get closer to me
The world, the world, he shouts
Again, I told ye that we should finish what we started
Started from what
Bottom
Bottom, oh, I see, from the
Wait, a minute, the public should not panic
Well
I am supposed to finish the sentence
Finish it
Bottom, oh, I see, from the
Wait, a minute, the world, the world
Limbo, loop, here he wakes, and say, what’s up with my head

© Ismael Mansoor

He Who Loves You

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He who loves you does not command Himself to force you
Wake up, the sun is waking all the time
And the moon appears and disappears all the time
He who loves you does not command Himself to change you
Fate is a time that is for the course of your lives
Wake up to the truth that waits for the waterfall to wet the ground
The sky protects every day as well as the night for all the Earth’s sake
Abandon not your truth like the sky that not abandon the ground
The firmament is there to all that we know but not all the depth of soul
He who loves you does not command Himself to block your action
Wake up to the faith that waits for you, wake up and say, I am awake
I am my own will who moves my body according to me and alone myself
So He who loves you does not command Himself to decide for you
We own accord like an accordant that accords to his choice

© Ismael Mansoor