But or Life?

If Life is a name, I am sure that you have so many questions,To ask him why you are not immortal.If But is also a name, But would tell thee, so many tales of his life.But, but, but, so, what would Life say with his honesty?How could ye live as immortal if ye still carry

What would you think?

Riddle oh such a riddle

Prayer’s house is an opening one,Everything in it is seeable,Seek that is in seeing eyes.Prayer is not alone but with animals.The Most High is pleased with him;The yoke is not on Prayer’s land nor sea;The yoke is on all of it, but not him.Think, what one could, such a riddle.Feel, what one would, such a

Notorious Motion

Hmm, mm, motion is a thing that I can wait,But thee tell the seller to just making money.How could thou sell a thing that is not for the Earth?Ye think that ye ‘ve the power over her.Such a fool to think that ye can ‘ve thy power to rule. Hmm, mm, motion is a statement

What belongs, belongs there forever!

Oh, oh, oh, ye made those things by thine hands,But did thee ask thyself if they are for the Earth’s benefit?Or for thy money’s sake? Thee must think when to takeSomething that belongs to the Earth and alone her. Oh, oh, oh, thee cannot tell me that the trees belong to Humankind,Nor ye can say

It is matters of time

The power is safe.But He is coming.Yes, they made contact.Others are coming with Him.The truth has to get PeaceOh, if you don’t find him, everything,Everything and everything will be lost.Your majestic, have you heard anything from him?We need to make decisions,Because He is comingIt will be all out to the hope of one man.Where is

Sacred Bumblebee (A Collaborative Poem)

Originally posted on The Yellow Brick Ave:
The bumblebee is like a sacred one That would save the pollination’s worldThey show you what needs to be doneThe way they did to their pollinations I feel like they are a saviour to our world They allow for new life, for growth, for reborn beauty.They do their duty for…

The Earth’s art

The sky welcomes the sun.The sun is a delight to light.The colourful-warm. The sea says, hi sky.For sun evaporates sea,Call clouds to gather. The fields of flowers,Absorb the heat from sky-sun,Thank you for your kindness. © Ismael Mansoor

Outer vs inner

Ye fight me ‘cause my words seems to fightIt is not words that seems fightingIt is an attitude that a face behaves towardYe fight me ‘cause of my face my attitudeIt is an instinct that gut from soulIt is not about my face but ye look at meYe follow the law of movement upon my

I know that is my imagination

Ye are like the sun that burns such dangerousBut Thou art like the moon that all can touchThee ring the bell to pronounce many wordsThrough the thoughts that wave unto the mindOh, oh, may I thought so that I am like a star There are stars in every departmentThere are stars in all that we