Be fair to thyself as thou could

Thy love shall blossom all over thy family
But thee must love thy time when thou art alone
Even if thou art in a room, or in a garden, whether if
They are small, tiny, or big, huge, whatever size it is
Thy aloneness needs thee more than ye ever know
Oh, thy love for others art such special and indescribable
But thy love for thyself art also special and indescribable
Be fair to thyself as thou could fair to thy family and others

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Like the peeling of an onion

For the Miracle knows the way of the goodness:
The way the Miracle uplift the goodwill.
Therefore the peace shall stand in the judgment,
That the peace in the understanding’s right
The peace is so: is like the kind which drives to calm.
And shall be like understanding by the wisdom,
That bring the peace to the Great Miracle –
His Peace shall drive the go to Miracle,
So one day the wicked will away like gone –
For anything is possible, any,
Delight is in the heart of the spirit;
Blessed will the man that follows the understanding.

The Fantasy whisper to him, have you come…

The right arm is holding on the right chin,
He looks like he’s smiting,
But the soul is good and powerful
Enough for people to feel we are safe.
He lifts himself from the throne,
And praise his hands to the sky,
Saying, my people are sinful, but I pray
Pray, pray, and pray for the hope to bless us,
But his eyes are looking up to the holy mountain,
And the fantasy whisper to his soul, have you come,
To see Me, the Holy One who you called, OUR
Or have you come to your decision that the Lord
Our Holy One to face your fate that holds in your both hands?
Let the right arm holds the right chin for the righteous thoughts.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Remember me

Remember me said he to the Earth
Remember me that I save thou
He goes to her, remember me
How much my kindness to thou
Remember me that I give thou a life
To serve what love offers thou
Remember me my spirit is with thou
He comforts the Earth with his thoughts
My magic is for thou, yet I am thy hope
Remember me, a miracle to course thou
He smiles with a blessing and the Earth verses

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Super provoking BUT

My writing is for the world to read what I think
You are so great, man, woman, child, boy, and girl
You are so great, but when they don’t see you
They tell others, how could a child, boy or girl
Understand the high level of poetry or prose
Whatever you want to call what it is
But poetry, poetry, poetry, he is deaf and mute
But somebody shocks when he can speak
The Deaf can speak, oh come on, why the
The Deaf? Why can’t you say, Deaf person or Deaf man
Not the Deaf, oh well, I am not an object, but well
Oh wow, the Hearing can sign, wow, you can sign
Excuse me, the words are provoking, I know
Like a cheeky brat who got lots of words out of his mouth
But the truth that provokes oneself out of themselves
Why do you think I fight? Is the provoking seek to fight?
Or is it seek to march with the post, “Understand the provoke”?
He asks too many questions about what does he want,
Can you ask one of the books who asked too many questions?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

What ye in thine way

If a name Feel tells you to think
Get up, out of your thoughts!
Thee need sweets to light up
Or thou think if I am awesome,
Then act like one that you should
Provoke, I know how it feels
When someone is provoking themselves
To seek out their own nest
Rubbish is shown, everyone opens their eyes
Also, their noses are wide-opening
Then someone points, race!
A word that has more than one meaning
Are dangerous thoughts
Oh thee tell me if all people can understand you
Like give me food, or I will food you, or let’s eat our food
And like, I mean something, but someone else thinks I’m means
What ye in thine way if I ask what is it for you?
Someone would say, riddle, riddle, riddle!

©️ Ismael Mansoor

You cannot be biased on your own for the world

God wants you to love me,
But somebody asks, which God?
Your God or mine?
And other might say, the gods
Oh yes, the gods with small capitals,
But if the answer is no, the Gods with big capitals,
Does it mean, We want you to love me,
Or the Holy Ones want you to understand me,
But the old-time where people would say blasphemy
The blasphemy used to get involved a lot,
But not today, or so I thought, why? Too many religions
In the world so what I want to say
That I believe in our Holy Creator, the God who is ours
But not your God or mine or his or her or their but ours
Well, if you want the world to be peaceful,
You cannot be biased on your own for the world.

©️ Ismael Mansoor