Say what you want

You can say all you want
But I tell you what, your words are for you,
In the same way, my words are for me,
But yes, you choose what makes you believe,
Oh, yeah, my mind is Deaf, so, what you say,
Will not be with my Deaf mind if you experience is
From the Hearing Mind, it’s the hearing world.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Look inside the body

Look inside the body
Here is the living soul within
So, just look inside the body
One shall think and feel
Oh yes, here is the living soul within
So, live it, like your breath,
I am free to breathe, so free to breathe,
I am a free soul to live, free to experience,
But hence, one shall think and feel,
By choosing what one feeds,
Light or dark, happy or sad, heaven or hell
Up to you, up to me, up to everyone else
Up to the Earth, up to Space, up to the Lord
Up to everything that made us as life-creation
I am not here to judge but judge myself,
Judge yourself before you judge one another
Judge yourself before you point your fingers toward me
Oh yes, live it, yeah, like your breath,
Just live it, and hence, just look at the body,
Here is the living soul within
So, just look then think and feel,
Oh yes, just live it, like your breath,
I am free to breathe, free to experience,
But hence, I shall think and feel,
By choosing what I feed,
Oh yeah, up to me, alone myself, because
I am not here to make it up to you but the Miracle,
So, just live it, and be free to experience as you,
Consciously or unconsciously live.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The abstract of the paradox

My mind is Deaf, yet the fantasy insist
That I speak of hope,
That cries unto my world,
To message the outside of the world,
That my words will sword with,
The peace that begets peace of love,
Because it needs to voice,
For what love is, and that love is,
For the Miracle and the universe,
To unlock all the wonderful things,
To come only for all the miracles,
Because of the knowledge of evil and good,
Has to come, to end, time for the,
The miracle, to begin the tale of a fairytale,
That lights all the lights,
That shines all the shines unto all shines,
How mysterious can it be like this,
To riddle of abstract of paradox,
The time to time of all heavens.

©️ Ismael Mansoor


Power, power, power
Come on, have more power
I don’t mean for the sake of Sin,
But I mean only for the sake of Pure-Soul,
So let us look inside our bodies,
And say, we will find you, and we will touch it
So that we may understand ourselves
For the sake of Pure-Soul,
But the power comes from you, and you shall be able to sense it,
For it is part of you, and it will be forever, part of you
But only you can know what it is in you, only you
So let us find out the knowledge in us to preserve our life

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Oh, could it be a paradox?

Light, light, look! Is he lost?
Time is ripping, oh, he will rewrite
What, what hope do they fear?
In the game, what does one think the world is peaceful?
Should his woman sing a lyric
Enough to shine all over the map
What imagines does she has in her mind?
Fairy, sunrise, rainbow, oh, such rich, and spirit
But how can dusk be a shadow? Should she sing a song?
Sing no to the dirty, no to the flood of runaway!
What smoke clouds their judgments?
Sharp, should it be unbroken, like an eternal gem
Oh, what gems is it a puzzle in the riddle?
One might wonder if it is melody, or is it its charm?
What hero should he be when she kisses his name?
Dance, say agony thing to the war, end all the liars,
Oh, too many traces, too many things to learn to trust
But who should she invite for his picnic?
Surely, all is a riddle, and all is mysterious, oh, could it be a paradox?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Desire Love

They desire to love, said him to her
Their beauty of love is sleeping inside
But they tend to love, always, forever
So, do they know that their beauty of love
Is sleeping inside, waiting for it to wake up?
He said to her, but my love for thou,
Increasing every day, yes, every night!

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Thyself must know

Must know when they don’t want to understand
He tells thee, thou, ye, and you,
How much have all loved Him?
They cried, we love and love
Long it lives, and we praise
Long live Love!
But she shouts, long live the Miracle,
And the other one, all hail the Holy One,
But they said, how should we know the riddle?
Open thy mind, thine heart, and your soul.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The simple wants the world…

I am Deaf who opens the words to my writing,
But when thee meet me, ye see me signing,
But if ye speak to me, I will do my best to read you,
And I pray myself to lift my voice when I sign to thou.

Let us eat whatever food can fill our stomachs,
But I pray that what we eat is cleaning ones that come from the Earth,
But if from the meats shall we pray one day,
To end them all for once and all; stopping extinct, cried my mind to me, not to you.

Well, the simple wants the world to simple with us,
But the world is dangerous when you are not with the wildlife,
But if I am a friend to the wildlife, they would not put me in danger,
But they are afraid of us, humankind, aye, they know what we are capable of

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Your power

Start with the power,
But “be good,” aye, ye know what the world used to say, “Be good to thyself,”
Then carry on with thine power.
Aye, my power is not your power to rule, but you to yours, to thy body,
Everything inside thee.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The two sides think differently

Dimmer tries to drain up Glower.

Dimmer, give up, I won’t gain anything,
From you, your dimming self-fighter of soul.

Me giving up? I don’t care if you don’t
Gain anything from me, my dimming soul,
But I came here to end your life, end you!
I give up? I can’t say I can give up now.

Dimmer tries so hard to drain up Glower.

Dimmer, I told you to give up, give up.

Dimmer stops trying to drain Glower.

If I cannot drain your glowing soul, then,
Why do you think I can obey you to
Give up? What’s wrong with you, Glower?
Have you forgotten what I promised you?
I promised you that I would dim your light.

Just giving up your reasons,
But if you don’t give up, I will make your dark
No matter will be full of bright-sighting

If that day has come for my dark to be
Full of bright-sighting then know this when my
Sight becomes brighter; it means I’m lost.

©️ Ismael Mansoor