The imagination planes on the view,
Bee is in it, and Windy looks at him,
She said I carry your wings whatever you need,
Because my spirit is always with you.

The imagination planes on the world,
Bee flies all around it, and Windy quickly grabs him,
She said, forgive me that I blow you,
So hard that drains your wings’ energy.
Bee smiles, and he fuzzies, with honey,
He said to her, I can turn the world into a garden,
Don’t you think so? Let my joy and share.
All is well, the imagination cherishes.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Like words paint the scripture

Power, strength, hope
Like the brain is power,
Like muscle strength,
And like the heart is hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

Power, the brain is tooling,
Strength, the muscle is moving,
And hope, the heart is pumping,
They are power, strength, and hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

My thoughts, power, strength, hope
Like other thoughts, empower, sharing, and love
Even other thoughts, light, warm, and miracle
These thoughts are various, yet hope, strength, power
Oh yeah, my thoughts like words paint the scripture.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I need more affirmations

Hi the books, you look at me, speechless,
Waiting for me to open you, and read each page,
But academic language? How could you do that?
How could you let others difficult to understand you,
The doctoral written, the highest words, like level 100

Well, man, woman, oh, I should also say, boy and girl,
How do you like being expensive-word-out-of-your-mind?
Well, the world, I am studying to further the understanding,
So that may I, myself, with a reminder, I am my responsibility,
That everything I do with life, it needs my action, as they need you.

To do something for the world, then someone appears, I understand your work,
So let me carry it when you are no more here on the Earth, yeah, right?
How could you think that you are immortal? The Earth lets life die every day,
Like we let our cells die inside every day, so what do you think?
I know my scripture is a fantasy because it comes from me, but what about you?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Hoping that ye find my words

I made food for my body,
But she feeds me daily,
With content and marvellous,
Like everything is victorious.

Thee have been seeking for me,
And I wait, wait, hoping that ye find my words.
Thee bell my sound, hello, here I am,
We are interested to get to know your scripture.

Help, help, help, for thou have seeks for the words,
But He who is our Holy One, the Miracle Creator,
Let Him water our skin to be cleansing,
Then only can we open ourselves, knowing the truth is here

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Morning Chants

Good morning to myself,
And I shall express out to the sky, good morning!
I will not tell someone, think about your life,
Because I am not your guru nor your guide,
I am a Deaf man who guides myself out to my path,
But I will tell them, good morning to you!

When I wake up, I remind myself to look around with my eyes,
And I shall say, I am alive, and good morning to the world,
And then I shall remember, my mood is my energy, so should I aware,
For the sake of the remembrance, for me, for my soul, for my life,
Oh, yes, everything about me that I must think like, I am life.

You are what you are, and who you will be forever,
But I shall be me, and say to you, how could I be like you?
Let me turn to our Holy Creator, and pray that I could try,
To be one of like the Miracle Creator’s mind, I am possible,
So I shall say to my negative thoughts, you are just talking.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

So Mysterious

I thank myself for the miraculous safety,
And I thank you for your peace and patience,
And also, I thank the Earth for her understanding,
But hence, she will do what’s right for her sphere,
Like I would caress my body.

Listen, man, woman, child, boy, and girl,
Our bodies are like the Earth, but not exactly, of course,
But we live inside her, so think who lives inside us, our body,
But thee seek then tell something to thyself for thy truth,
But ye see to the sky, then thou sayth, like henceforth,
Well, I know it not of myself, but I must aware, like henceforth,
But one day thee visit me with some biscuits and drinks,
Then we smile and share about the things that evolve,
But one thinks, one’s words are not expensive but cheap,
How could he turn the cheap into so many profits?
I ask not of whoever can see me or hear my silence,
Whoever can, they should be our masters, but henceforth,
It is my thoughts, and I find it so mysterious.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I made up my mind

I made up my mind,
That I shall write unlimited words out of my soul,
And I shall also pour out my water from the river,
And I shall be like the river that keeps moving forward.

Have I seen a river that moves backward?
I know not where if there is, for now, I know it’s floating forward,
Like the sky that rainfalls down the earth from the clouds,
So, I have never seen that the rainfalls go up to the sky from the ground.

I know what I am talking, but I am just talking,
For a doer knows the best than a talker.
It is a fact that I know from my core,
So, I shall write unlimited words out of my soul and expect nothing.

Hmm, I would love to ask you to donate me with your heart, with your soul,
But I am a man who is weak to ask you because I don’t know what is good;
Should I ask you to donate me for living my life, or donate me for my gift?
I don’t know, but I made up mind that I shall not think about the donation.

I shall think about my heart, my mind, my soul, even my body,
Then let them come later cause methinks about what I love to do,
They said when I love to do what I love, I shall the magic,
From the sky that universes everything else, such a riddle!

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The breath shall remind me

My soul stays with my body,
But I ask, which one is me?
Am I my consciousness,
Or is subconsciousness controlling me?

I am a man who likes questioning,
What shall I be? And who am I really?
Why can’t I master my body one hundred percent?
Too many thoughts through my head

If I master my body one hundred percent,
I would have to access my subconsciousness fully,
And I would get to know every bit inside me,
Yeah, I would say, hi, to my cell, or to my organs,
Or to any form that functions inside me without me supervising.
So, let me say grace words, thank you, and I appreciate greatly,
Because it is a miracle that I move my body,
Like it is also a miracle that you could drive your car or pilot your plane.

I know that my soul is living inside me,
But I know that I must be the one who must be fully aware,
So, I shall remind myself to breathe,
Because when I came out of the womb, the breathing was my first food.
It is a fact that we all know the truth that we were,
We cannot live without breathing,
Because if there is no breathing we would die, we know it to be true
But the food or drink can wait more than 24 hours, unlike no breath.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I know I have been…

Dear everyone,
I know I have been reducing my writings daily,
The reason is that I have not been myself lately.

Dear everyone,
I know I should have kept writing like I did in the beginning,
That I was passionate about my blog,
But there’s one thing
One thing that I don’t think there’s any better about my words
Sometimes methinks no one would encourage me.
Oh, I know that I do have loved ones and my lily,
But sometimes me thinks others are too busy to read my words,
But let me figure out who I am and what I am supposed to do.

Dear everyone,
It is not you that troubles my mind, it is those people,
But methinks that I shall leave them behind me,
And start what I’m supposed to do,
And move forward until I’m on top of the mountain,
Because life has so much to offer so I must earn it.

©️ Ismael Mansoor


My mind swims a lot of storms,
He is a man who loves our Holy Creator,
Thee cannot tell me, a mind of just,
But how they could not swim,
We are sorry that we cannot just,
Well man, I hear you, a thousand times,
But thee know not that knew me.

My mind swims a lot of storms,
I bear my thoughts who read both sides,
Oh, they said, how could he? Thee think so
But we who support and compassion,
Shall not fail the Grace of our Lord,
Our Miracle Creator, yes, the Holy One,
Oh, forgive me that I said it out of me.

My mind swims a lot of storms,
The rhyme is not with my skills,
But let him sign out of the difference,
My mind is not hearing mind, but a mind,
That is different from all the different minds,
Oh, I know, hey, relax, sorry man, I know,
That everyone doesn’t like to hear or see, hey relax
Or I know, I know, I know, hmm, it is their reaction.
When they are angry, don’t say relax, it’s provoking,
But they or thee or I have provoked in some ways,
So, what can you say? Or what can they say? What can I?
Too much deep, it is, and perhaps, he is too deep,
But she who loves him, go out all just to be with him.

My mind swims a lot of the storms,
Ye knew me from my birth to this day,
And after this day, so on and on,
Go where He goes, follow Him,
But thee tell me, who and what name,
Ye knew me from the beginning,
But they close their awareness.

My mind swims a lot of the storms,
Ye said they, ye think so mighty than my water,
But I can live without the need of living creatures,
But we are lazy because it cries out, I prefer another way,
They don’t want to touch the soils, knowing it would save the world,
But they close their awareness, welcome the ignorance to their world.
Wake up, come on, we are not supposed to be this but one home.

© Ismael Mansoor