Magical inside true-divine

Dream the heart remembers
Think the mind memorises
Everything inside the body
The secret has hidden,
But a conscious must train the subconscious.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Swift the show on the mystery

I act believably for when I am
From the songs and the loves;
I bear life shine for when I will
In the riddle, dreams of hope,
From my beliefs are lighten.
The hope that dreams waken
The heaven thought every lo,
Rest on me to the mysterious,
Wield the thought of safety,
And lighten the majestic feeling,
And run it in watering like sun,
And smile as I can as much.

Inspired by Percy Bysshe Shelley
©️ Ismael Mansoor

Stormy Minds

PROVOKE. Fool man, you keep me provoking you,
Because you let your words fool me, or make me sleepy,
So, how could you confuse his mind that he is in your world?
Your world is full of craps and nonsense, so should I tell Hades?
To prepare for your corruption and the suffering you made upon the world?
Oh, your face thinks that I am friends with Hades? No, not him, but his brother,
Zeus, the king of all the gods, and the creator of all the world,
But what about Ra? Also, the king of all the gods, and the creator of all the creation,
But also, what about every language, the name of their God? I know not what is in your head,
But I shall warrant your rule that controls the darkness, but what about Anubis? 
If it is not for Hades, what would Anubis think when someone praises a different word?
If I say, Shiva, or Bellona, or Merlin, even his friend, King Arthur, or what about others?
Too many names to mention, but what say you of your mind?

DUNNO. Enough to toy with me, but look me for another reason, for I know nothing,
That the words in you play the toy with yourself

©️ Ismael Mansoor

What is it about? Riddle? Oh, right

Mmm, mm, I tell you what I need to listen
I don’t care what you think about me
I want you to listen to me and say I listen
We listen to ourselves, not just myself
I will brave saying if I don’t listen
What was I thinking? This question
Keeps popping, popping, and then somebody
Come and smile and say, what’s wrong with you
Man, woman, everyone, whoever can, even out in the sky
You, ye, thee, thou, then somebody says, Old English?
Who doth thou think if thee oath the lie for ye?
Go to set up for thyself, and then they will see how thee profit,
Everyone wants something, so do somebody who feels the same.
Profit, profit, profit, but I tell thee what I need to listen,
That we listen to ourselves, not just myself

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Passages of Our

1.
My mind said like, “The Lord who gives you a bread of knowledge, and another bread of wisdom, yet all the truth awaits you to unlock thyself. Hence, wait, feel, and patience, for it is fragrant, but thy Lord, no, our Lord, the Miracle Creator is Our. Oh, thee must understand for it is personifying.”

2.
My mind said like, “Strange, I know, yet everyone must riddle themselves in order to understand their books. How can I the Lord be Our if they continue chanting, my God, your God? Thee must understand thy book that was and is writing for every part of you.”

3.
My mind said like, “Every bird should fly, but some don’t. Every fish should stay inside the sea or river, but some lands on and off. Doth thee want the Lord the Almighty repeats Himself? But thee provoke, and said, I am not hearing. Thou said ye art Deaf, but I said before that your ears are lazy.”

4.
My mind said like, “How can you, a man who claims, I am Deaf, is not defining as a hearing person? You know what is in thine soul but you said, I don’t know myself well enough. But I said, you do, but it’s just that you didn’t call Focus or Force.”

5.
My mind said like, “Ye who is quiet to Our but thou doth not pray enough in front of the Holy One. You are quiet before the Almighty, yet ye pray in a way that thee think I can hear. Ye did look upon thine daydreaming, fantasying that Two Hands held ye comfortably. And you saw the Face, but you didn’t see because of the Brighter.”

6.
My mind said like, “It’s kind of teaching that reminds me about what’s the truth and wisdom. But the rain shall river out of the cloud to bring back the truth. Remember, and consider it is personifying.”

© Ismael Mansoor

Life or death

Life goes, and he does his things, is what Lifelike,
But Death records all Life’s accords.
Oh, how could ye live forever?
If He, our Holy Creator let ye live forever,
Here I will come to thou and sayth,
Teach it to me so that I may learn, good luck,
The world has all the records inside their soils.
So, how could we all know the past of our fore-families,
But rest assured, the alight of all these things,
Should we make ourselves successors or the Earth’s saviours?
Up to us, or the sheep waits for their Lord to not slaughter them.
Suppose Life protects himself from Death,
But how Life protects thee if ye try to destroy him?
I think Death said like, I will destroy that they try to destroy you.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I would tell thee so many things

How could thee carry with thy yoke?
The yoke imprisons our Mother Earth,
Oh, oh, ye fight with me ‘cause thou art not happy,
But, but, and but I would tell thee so many things,
Alas, thee would flee to But, and say excuses,
Like me, that also flee to him with excuses,
I cannot fly, I cannot behave like our Holy Creator!
Like But that has so many things to say but,
Thee, oh the bee must protect by thee;
Thou protect their stings for Life.

©️ Ismael Mansoor