The Flowers in Her Eyes

My sweetheart,
My moonlight shines upon you, my love.
Believe me, and believe my love,
My eyes know
What it saw the cute of star-flowers
That dreams on the street near
The shore’s lips

© Ismael Mansoor

As Will Is Will

While the devil’s hands have taken control
The Miracle Creator shows the truth
A man among humankind he will open eyes
Via soul to the whole fact that when the
Angel rise up the Angel shall remember
Because of what good is there to the
Miracle Creator as long as Will is Will
As the Invincible is the Non-Conquer
Like one of Buddha who vowed his
Silence where there spoke no words
A living being shall remember that the
Invincible is like the Invisibility that only
Read or watch or observe like incapable
Of being conquered, defeated, or subdued

© Ismael Mansoor

Prayer For The Miracle Healings

Thee looketh at me,
Can you look at me as I to myself,
Not thee to thyself towards me?
If ye canst, thou willeth see me as I to myself,
Like I see thee as thou to thine self.

I wrote many things, even incomplete books. Even the words wrote many grammars inside my head. And even the words-feelings wrote many emotions inside my heart, and the soulful words also wrote from my soul. There are many words will I note more.

I read that I choose to absorb,
Like thou support that ye choose,
But I pray thee to haveth respect,
And also, I do the same.

I don’t know what’s out there in the space,
Because I never saw them with my eyes,
But we have heard from the higher position,
Well, still, I want to see them with my eyes.

He walks toward with his opening arms,
And he said to the world, here I am
The odd must deliver to the even
Then Victory smiles at all
Lucky Mercy is friends with her.

Will I heal ye if thou let me, saith Health to Self, Willeth thou let me heal ye at the same time will I let ye heal me. It is the way I do those things to heal when both sides feel the same as healing.

As a comer to thee, said Recovery unto Self, See me here that I am willing to heal ye. So, I beg thee to think of me, or Health, or Cure, or the likes of Recovery, oh, I pray thee to think of us.

Come to me, sayeth Magical Healing unto Self, Come to me, and do nothing but think of me, feel me, and sense me as if it is proper to thee.

© Ismael Mansoor

Together As One

He made things that were good for thee, but will you make a good thing for me? Then will I make a thing that is good for us? Thence Riddle smiles at us, trying to figure what made things that were good for us.

The same word can make many riddles, like, a blue man goes to see a purple man, but a red man stops the blue man before the purple man. Hence, a silver man jumps in, but a gold man calms them down like the sea tide is low.

She saw her vision about the Earth’s future, and she had considered it- she passed her understanding for the Earth to her children, hoped one day one of her children do something with it.

He went to the place of paradise and were happy to witness it with his eyes, but he knew that his time was not yet over; he must first guide his generations to a world of love, a world of peace, all together as one love-peace.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

How will it be Heard?

He went not his way, but wentest the Lord of the way, which he claimed that the Lord is ours. Then went he to her, saith like, Will ye pour a cup of water for me? And she did and gave it to him, and he drank it. Then wentest he to land, and turn his face toward her, “Thank you.”

She walks toward an elder, and she does not look directly at the eyes of the elder, but the elder said unto her, “Even if we do not contact our eyes, then how can a Deaf person hear ye if ye doest not let them read thee?” And she sayest, “I will look upon them if they need me.”

He hence thence riddle all out.

© Ismael Mansoor

Miracle Falls upon us

An illness remove,
Then all the inside rejoice,
Belief in healing.

The quiet is with me,
But also the-break-silence,
The words in come-out.

All weathers should be,
Well, Respect saith, be gentle,
Have some kind in us.

A riddle shows a picture of a man,
He wears clothes of bossman,
And his woman is a star,
Yet her daughter is a superstar,
But his son is a hero.

We defineth us,
In any thoughts of ours,
Please rest negative

© Ismael Mansoor

Define Thyself

Find him, and I will reward ye, but also find her, also will I reward ye, but if he finds me first, I will reward him triple. But if he finds her with the world to find me, I will reward them abundantly.

The souls of Peace said unto the souls of Fake-Peace, How canst ye live among us? Does that know the fake of living every day up to the standard of the law? Well, may the people of Hope come upon, saith like, How well can we solve all therein our mentalities? We need to make peace with our first enemy minds.

The thoughts in me that saith like, I have many things to tell thee of my wonders, a dream in many dreams, which is yet to fantasy, then whither I toward that I hence well in the strength of the promise to step down all the unnecessary thoughts.

Whithersoever that we go to do our things, then we pray unto ourselves, may the world be with Safety

He knew he must eat and drink, but yet, still he also knew that faith in fasting could save his body. Once a body knows what fasting is to itself, then all inside will follow all the rests. Neither bad nor disobey, but who in the world can master the body?

The simplicity unto saying, “I make known to thou that ye mayest understand me clear. Even I make known to myself in intending for thee to understand thyself, then hence hither may I seest the Show unto the world of us.”

He will tell thee, like, “How can I voice in place of Woman while Life unto me as Man? I can only voice in place of Experience what I as Man have with Woman.”

He tells thee it not of the full-truth, but he shew ye to find out in thine path that seeks the full-truth. Neither shall thou faileth, nor shall Lie bind ye.

He that hears me is he who can understand me, neither shall Confusion toys thine mind, and neither will there be Cloud-Around-The-Eyes, but he who hears me, see me in his thoughts and understand all herein me that scripts him, but it is him that must tend to his soul.

She who loves me is the foundation in water that is everywhere. Then unto her to me is an eternal love that burns inside her heart. So little will I be angry, and far more than so little that will I love thee!

Never will ye consume the troubled mind with thee, but difficult may it be, but unto thee, thou art a strong woman who stands on the firmness, “I have a dream.” The faith has always been with you, whether if you don’t feel it. Like it has been with you, but the truth, it has always been with you.

He who hears me is the one they will say upon me, is it him the old voice that awakes him? Or is it us that awakes us in hearing him that he thither in thoughts unconsciously?

The day has been here for as long as I canst remember even long enough will history unto night has unfolded to welcome each day. Even unto him, that hears me. And unto his feelings, that knows me. But unto he that does the best to control himself in the sight of the Earth.

He who reads the words within his thoughts is he who does the best to understand all therein him that feels his soul, the Lord of the Worlds may help ye, but how can He help ye if thou doest not help thyself? He who helps himself the Holy Creator helps him many unfolding paths.

Whatever it may be, let him do the good things that are great for the good sake of the world. Oh, if thee hath saith unto thyself that thou willeth doest good things, then I pray thee that the goodness will come unto thee.

I unto my thoughts about the Lord of the Worlds, or may it be our Holy Creator. Which is not yours, nor mine, even not his nor her, even not theirs but ours. Henceforth may I unto Thee, Thank You So Much!

Whithersoever he goest, then he said unto people of the Hope, whatever I do, may ye all be preserved unto the goodness that welcomes the greatness in thee all. And also unto people of Peace and Kindness. And all therein goodness, saith, we unto us that are good in greatness.

Ye would find what is in thy heart if thou let ye be, such as breathing, feeling, the sense to all the movement of thy body.

She thence that they should lo at her as what is in her heart, as a woman who can dwell the goodness within her, she shows then whence that all are riddles.

Whither may I be hence wherever may I be upon a thought or a feeling or my soul that tries me to be fully awake, or heather all herein that I can be wherever yet whithersoever!


Poetry unto me that is like water in every river of the worlds. And its riddles, what comes from within each insider must know each other.


I go which Fantasy bestow me in the place of Sanctuary and from there I unto Words that have been blossoming like every wind that blows every blossom.

Define, then thee to me, saith like, why art thou defining the world that ye think thou knowest? Then I to thee, I define that I see, like the books define that we read.

Thou cometh to me because ye seek in me that waits for a man like to telleth thee something, yet a woman can also tellest ye of her words unto you.

© Ismael Mansoor

A Collaborative Poem – From The Mislead To What Leads Us

If not you, then who?
If not me, then who?
If not us, then who?
Masters perished their own kind,
Masters don’t want minds to bind
Slaves like ants to their queen
I have wondered where have Mother Earth been
Time waits for no soul, but it waits for time
We watch the Sunrise and fall
We watch the Moonglow and disappears
Super-beings, super-natural? Yet we still breathe,
What am I to you?
Who are you to me?
Who are we to them?
Different races, the same pain
Different ways, same heartbeats

We are that which come from us,
Like a comer to a face thus,
A no-way to a way for a pilgrimage,
Neither a fake doer nor a fake actor,
That all things in them such a great liar,
But we must sheer our mage
That every human shall face themselves
Like how an intelligence with a self
But also should the miracle be with us
Thus can we be true to face all of the fuss

Ashes scattered as it mould memories
Whether it has been recent or centuries
Advisers become commanders
Spiritual healers become doctors
A mind of an offspring could wake Mother Earth
Knowledge absorbed in the womb and gave birth

Then hitherto that heather to us in mind,
Go to the promised inner of ourselves,
Then thee and I unlock our books on our shelves,
And He who watches us all there He comes to wind.

The mysterious thoughts…

I will go to solve all therein the world, said Patience unto Demand, but will I bring Kindness with me so that they may be at their ease.

He hither that he knows whithersoever he goes, but she also goes her way to make the world smiles even beyond the sky they smile.

Unto Riddle that has written, “Ye first know thine self then one another. Henceforth that might be thou shalt knowest the world as the whole book.”

If ye lo at a living organism, would ye think of them as life? Or never thought of this way? But He who made everything has made Him wait for Understanding to be winning in every aspect of life.

Yet she unto her belief, if Kindness could not defeat Greed then should she summons Victory, and Greed smites their thoughts in front of Victory, saith like why Victory?!

That was how Victory allows herself to be summoned by Kindness or Patience, for she knew his brother Greed more than the world knows Greed, which they why Victory smiles among Kindness and Patience before Greed.

Which was the reason-why Victory left Greed in place of Patience, and history knew Greed well said Victory unto Kindness, that is why I as Victory is here with thee instead of with Greed.

Then Victory remembers the Miracle that already sits on the Throne. Then she chooses Him over Greed. Rejoice, all are clapping with, and we see Greed’s true blood brother, Non-Greed.

From him to her, thy time will be thine that everyone should knowest ye of thine kind which reveals in the strength of physicality.

Will I come said Repetition unto Riddle, still will I come unto the world to amend all the minds within, even all therein will I come to heal, like an hourglass, its time running out will I come unto Magic, then will I cometh to thou, saith like, art thou ready?

I still want to say, said Rain unto Repetition, that will I come to wet Land and keeps Sea feed. Therefore will I like a comer out of Cloud to remind Sky saith like, here I am.

Still go on that will I come unto Soil, said Water unto Riddle, wherever am I to whither that all there is to heather, then will I like a giver that satisfies one another.

To me, He does for Earth and also beyond her. All outwards even all inside every living species.

But woe unto Greed said Hypocrite, woe unto them who are greeds, and woe unto their companions, but also woe unto me, and them who are hypocrites.

Riddle plays with the toy of words for Figurer to reveal why all riddles.

When I dreamt that I saw people were talking about God, I was not me, but somebody else that I was acting in him, the leader of his team suddenly came in, “God is not mine but Our. There is no my God except Ours.”

Woe unto Sin and his seven deadly sins, said Provoke, woe unto them that ills the Earth, but also woe to them in enjoying evils of their selves. Henceforth woe unto wicked souls who smile with Greed, Hypocrite, even Mislead and all of the woes unto their companions.

Ya, more coming, said Saviour, and there more keep coming, well therein whereas Peace. Unto us, that know who woe unto. But herewith I henceforth that I pledge the coming unto those. Who believes not in Goodness. Thus will I tell more of the coming who woe unto, and who is not which unto.

If you do not understand that I write Old English, then forgive me that uses them for within me I cannot resist it.

Wherever Peace is, he is something that we do not know why he is not yet here, but Fake-Peace is hurrying up to take all he can, beforetime his fate ends up by Peace, saith like thou hath fake thyself by acting me.

Oh Old English will go to Literature,
Saith like from methinks, Return
Then back to Old English to pure,
Or thought alone myself

© Ismael Mansoor