Saying like, here I am

Behold, a mountain shows us,
How tall or short,
How big or small,
But thee goest to see it,
Then we will discuss climbing,
Like a ladder, a rope, whatever it posses,
For the climbing, but thee, well,
Get up, and be off to the activity,
Saying like, here I am.

© Ismael Mansoor

Doest ye thither…

Hither, all hail to the world of Cherisher,
But hither, doest ye thither for thyself?
Forgive me the riddle,
But ye, well, knowest thine self like
Reading thy book completely?
I wait for thou then we will talk about it
Like how did you manage to touch the soul
Or thy life?

© Ismael Mansoor

All for all

He told her, I want to save the world,
But she said, include all the animals, plants, and other living things?
Well, ye see to the Mercy, and ask, how can we be saved?
But also go to the Redemption, and ask, how can we be forgiven?
For the forefathers and foremothers, they are in us,
So we must strive the best of the better than they were in their times.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

This is something the riddle thinks about

Hm, mm, whispered my mind, I tell thee what,
Come and control me, thou shall know everything,
Even knowing everything else that you know it not,
Then I will control thee that you shall know the Free-Will,
Then we together are controlled by the Free-Will-In-The-Non-Killing,
So, how about it? Come or thee think, I am I, or come to We-Are-We,
Up to thou, not to me, but ye, you heard me, even seeing me,
Well, then should we be thou, and thou find none in us-be-you
But let you be as we, then thou find in us-be-us
Now thou understand? No, or yes? This is something the riddle thinks about

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Holy or just a talk?

The seven ones who are holy ones
They said you call the Miracle
Who do you think you are?
You are brave to say such words,
But why such words out of your mouth?
The provoke made and make you write,
Out of yourself, yes, thyself, and such Old English
They would say, why did thee bring out the old past?
And the provoke might make your words ink onto the present,
Writing, I did not bring out the old past, but the history,
You taught me with what’s left the world, so why can’t I,
And everyone else can share some histories that you know not,
Oh, leave it, nevermind, oh, here the provoke might make the status,
The seven ones who are holy, or just a talk, fairy tale

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Thee tell me…

Thee tell me,
What should thou doth with thy body,
Abuse or pay respect,
Which one?

Again will thee tell me,
What should ye do to give the best you can?
Thee should ask the sharer, for they know the best,
But doth not thou dare to ask the selfish-greedy,
For they know the best of what is not in the share

Well, thee tell me if
God our Lord, not your or mine but our,
What should we suppose to do?
To grasp an understanding of why we are here,
But will ye tell me with thine honesty?
Only will the Miracle tell the honesty.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

To Twist The Tales From…

What does the Signer want from him? It has been riddled, for sure, but his mind pays the respect’s gesture, and said to the Signer, “I shall sign language that dialect from you. WILL ME SIGN WHY? ME UNDERSTAND EASY COMMUNICATE. Though, I may use English to interpret sign language, but what you sign is not English, but sign language.”

Well, you know English is very strict, very fussy.
Well, for me, I think English rules with grammar,
And the sentence, and also everything about the English language,
Well, I heard that some spoken languages are similar,
Well, to South African Sign Language, or so I thought,
That they are flexible with subject, verb, object

What would the Language’s founder know about various languages if they have not researched enough about them? How the Voice can tell them from their mind and speak out of their mouth. Then I come out of the Earth with my one piece of the body, not speaking but signing, the hands speaking!


Somebody would say, what is he thinking? Where does it lead to
But although, the Life knew everyone, but also the Death
Because they say it is Him that gives life, and then He takes them
But well, I come to Him in mind, saying, it shall be Thee
That one day everything else is miraculous, and all will say, that’s it?

That’s it? The Remember of the Miracle always performs the remembrance’s miracle. It is how the riddle dances, the Miracle shall perform all to seal all ones’ mouths or hands even thoughts, “They won’t word this, you are a demon.”

Then somebody would say, what was he thinking? While they at home
Busy thinking, what was he thinking? Then their soul preach to themselves
As if they bought the gold’s tongue that serves the Lord our Holy Creator
Oh yeah, they get it; he is right to think that is miraculous for everyone
To exist why they are on the Earth and why their languages so many.

©️ 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