How many have it been

How many days have it been? Thou knew or not
Is the truth with the world or what?
Thee tell the world of thy power, thy glory and thy rule
But I tell thee of His power, His glory and His rule
He is the One that we cannot control Him
Oh it is Him that controls us, but He does not
Be grateful for what we have, and be grateful for what ye have
For the most have nothing, and the less have everything
How yet thee defy thy understanding for thy benefit
Oh the benefit is the one that they are aware of
But tell the truth how many days have it been
Or how many nights have it been
Or how many have they been known
Or how many have one be known
Riddle, hence, it is but how many have it been

© Ismael Mansoor

Dare, dare, and i dare

Thou do not need, dear Worry, I say what
Go to Peace, and be with him, oh, I dare
Dear Worry, thou do not need to look for tomorrow
For you will go to Peace, and be with him

Dare, dare, and I dare Worry, to go to Peace
Dare, dare and no matter how many I dare
She must go to him, and be with him
For all of it will be peaceful

Dear Worry, go to Peace and be with him
Dare, dare, and I dare thou to go to him

© Ismael Mansoor

Peace, peace, how could you

Peace, Peace, how could you not stop War?
Thou should stop him, oh, I know thee should

Peace, Peace, where have ye been?
The Earth said I have been waiting for you
Wherever ye are, come back already
Oh, you have heard her

Peace, Peace, how could you not stop War?
Thou should stop him, oh, I know thee should

Peace, Peace, what have thee done with thyself?
Peace, listen, she said, she waits for thou
Yet how could you defy thy power to stop War?
Come, come, I said, lo, and look, and see to him

Peace, Peace, how could you not stop War?
Thou should stop him, oh, I know thee should

Peace, Peace, how could you, oh how could you not see
What has he done? Thee tell me, and I sought, thou
The world is tired with fighting oh thee tell thyself
Power, power, and Peace’s power, yes, thy power

Peace, Peace, how could you not stop War?
Thou should stop him, oh, I know thee should

Peace, Peace, hear me for I have one
They said one day, Peace shall return
And he shall be the world’s king
Surely, riddle, to themselves

© Ismael Mansoor

a reminder with good advice

If there is no experience, there is no life
And if there is no life, there is no experience
No life no experience
Or no experience no life

In awareness, he breathes to the fullest
But in ignorance, he does not breath to the fullest

A reminder with good advice
Good words pronounce his language
The good time that he cannot give up
So he washes his ignorance, yes, he washes!

In awareness, he breathes to the fullest
But in ignorance, he says, I did wash you away

Oh, the goodwill he has not lost
And his faith is the strength
Now he is the master of his breathing
And life would make him easier

In awareness, he breathes to the fullest
But in ignorance, he says, remember this

The truth fires, and it sets free
Remedy, it set to the heaven
And there, the saying, peace
It is aware

© Ismael Mansoor

Mother’s day 2020

Your majestic, the whole world is right here in front of your eyes.
I told you to not be formal
Yet the whole world is right here in front of your body.
And I also told you to not be a riddle
My mind used to tell me that I should not always obey you.
How dare you disobey your majestic!
Your majestic, listen, of course not me, but listen to the world.
What is going on?
Well, listen, but of course not me, hence, listen slowly to the world.
I can hear your heart is beating loudly.
Well, my heart used to explain that love is nothing but love, love, and love!
Well, man, woman, child, and men, women, children, what are going on?
My heart also used to tell me that I should not close my ears nor my soul.
When the last time you used to say, your majestic?
I am sorry, your majestic! Your majestic, I used to say
Stop it, nor ye disobey me.
Yes, your majestic, but listen to the world, yes! Listen slowly to the world!
Calm down.
I am, but you think my words are not calming down.
I can hear your heart is throbbing.
Yet it pains me to see that you do not listen slowly to the world.
Why should I listen to the world?
Your majestic, listen, please, just for once your lifetime, listen!
Your words dare to against me.
Listen, listen, please, listen.
Get out!
Your majestic, look!
What are they doing?
They are celebrating Mother’s Day.
Oh yes, I can hear they are chanting, Happy Mother’s Day!
Your majestic, yes.
I am sorry that I misunderstood you.
It is all right.
What can I make it up to you?
Nothing, but Happy Mother’s Day!

© Ismael Mansoor

Those words that speak

The king of the words
Oh, show yourself
Should I use my words
Against your words?
The king shall understand
But can thy thoughts understand me?
Should the understanding takes it all
Or should thou, should not thee?
Yes, I would have agreed with ye
That the words shall not fight
But tell the world, why their words fight
Not solving, not resolving, but war?
Oh, I could fill my lines
So, what’s your answer?
The noble of the king
The clever and creative one
Yet you love those words that speak
So the king, accept my challenge
That you should be prepared with thy creative
Words!
A campaign comes to him
They tell him that he invades the wisdom
That life has taught him
But the queen, the king’s wife
Said that he is not posing a threat
Oh, they see her curriculum
Yet she does not need a mentor
For the Creator is with her brain
As to tell the world when it’s done
The king knew the wisdom for the words
Or I told myself that the king obsessed with gold
Was he right, was he not? How many poets
Were there they would for their price in poetry?
Yet ye search for the Majesty?
If I say, how is your son or daughter?
What they have learned from thy words
Sorry, questions, but I could not ignore
Aw, the history is a lesson of words
Like a mentor to a student
Like a teacher to a pupil
Like a master to an apprentice
So the king, a religious man could not bow to you
For he who bows down to our Holy Creator
Deliver the words from his mouth
Oh the king, help the understanding

© Ismael Mansoor

WELCOME TO THIS ENGRAINED HEART!

The first thing I would like to say thank you to those people that follow my blog called My Deaf Mind. Because of you people that give me the courage and self-will to continue writing.

The remembrance said to me, “People who follow your writing even if your family and friends who some hide in the back and read your words and said, whoa, he is fantastically improving every day, oh, salute his words and his fantasy. Oh, such a grace, and such an imagination.”

I read what inside me, and I don’t know what it is, but feelings, yes, emotions. Hmm, I would have thought if people who follow My Deaf Mind have wondered, what was he thinking? Or what was happening in his inner world? Or such a lovely word, looking forward to more of his.

When I am by my words, riddle, it is, but hence, wait and patient, for it is this engrained heart that I sing with no reason, but a purpose, from my soul. People who follow My Deaf Mind will understand why this engrained heart, but if you are new to my words, I welcome you to my mysterious thoughts, and perhaps one day you would say, I see what you mean.

May my blog flourish like a nature that comes from the soul.

© Ismael Mansoor