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A Paki Still

My father came to this country in 1952
Worked like a dog, swept the floor, other jobs
The white boys turned their noses up at
Paid half the money, twenty men sharing a house
Sending money back home — work, sleep, work
Built this country — damp, foggy, miserable
No roads, no cars, no shopping centres, no Empire;
By the time he was old this was a different land
He helped to build this country, but got no credit for it
When he died he was still a Paki.

I came to this country, a young boy, in 1966
Educated here, went to work, raised a family
Read, write, speak, understand English better than …
Taught to walk the straight and narrow
Do the right thing, in my father’s footsteps …
But I am still a Paki.

My son was born here, English to the bone
A beautiful young man, the apple of my eye
Intelligent, athletic, loving, respectful
I may be biased, but none can come close
But he is still a Paki.

One day he will have a child
He will pass on the lessons I taught
The wisdom of Ages I learned from my father
Work hard, be good, think of others, smile
Whatever he does, he will be
A Paki still.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

We Will Never Be This Young Again

At first old age seems so distant
At the last youth went past in an instant
Precious time wasted we can never regain
We will never be this young again.

Time is tick tocking away so fast
We have to clock it and make it last
If your time runs out nothing will remain
We will never be this young again.

Old age is just around the corner
The summer sun will fade to winter
This one life will never come again
We will never be this young again.

Live this one life on your terms
Live it before you are food for the worms
Avoid every trap, break every chain
We will never be this young again.

Master yourself, be captain of your fate
Your destiny depends on what you create
Life is a sum total of loss or gain
We will never be this young again.

This day leave your mark near and far
This day write your name on every star
This day do all that you can
We will never be this young again.

Even a king cannot hold back the tide
What counts is what you have inside
Queen of my heart forever reign
We will never be this young again.

We receive only as much as we give
Take my hand, together we will live
True love is the cure for every pain
We will never be this young again.

Hold me close, let me go never
Kiss me sweet, kiss me forever
Kiss with such passion we go insane
We will never be this young again.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Peter Pan Can

The moment you doubt whether you can fly
In that instant gravity will bar you from the sky …
Old age unavoidable, no matter how hard you try
“Believe! Believe! Never doubt yourself,” the angels sigh
BELIEVE with all your heart and, of course, you CAN fly.

( variation on a line by Peter Pan )

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Act Of Creation

Each new act of creation
Triggers off another Rebellion
Each new work of invention
Adds fuel to the Revolution

Only think of creating with every breath
Do not join a group, a party, or an army
Simply creating puts Mediocrity to death
The act of creation defeats every Enemy.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Stronghold

If you ‘hold’ your thought process
If you ‘hold’ during certain exercises
If you ‘hold’ the centre of a crisis
If you ‘hold’ the right wavelength
Your Hold generates great Strength.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Make History

I am History
If you want to make me
You will have to take me
I do not care for willy-nilly
I am not for the faint of heart
I am not for the arty fart
Only big and hard gets me
I am a bitch goddess
If you want my peachy ass
You will have to bugger me
Spread my legs to reveal
You need balls of steel
Only a blitzkrieg satisfies me
Enter and thrust your way to Power
This virgin Age you must deflower
Start as you mean to go on taking me
Father Time is tick-tocking away
Mother Earth awaits your dying day
Keep them at bay by making me
Rise, rise above the common herd
Or be trod on as another piece of turd
Lay claim to your right to ravish me
You are a man who will die before he begs
You deserve your place between my legs
With that pen write your Name all over me
If you want to make me
You will have to take me
Only then will you be History!!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

I’m Not Going To Make It

The light of distant stars is beginning to fade
The moon has no choice but to stay in the shade
My airy fairy dreams were built on sand
One by one each grain is slipping through my hand
It is bad luck, or just something I lack
It is one step forward and three steps back
What I want most is just out of reach
It has always been just … out … of … reach
I tried to aim for the nearest star
But even the nearest was much too far.

The immensity of it all makes me feel so small
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me … calling me to fall.

They dangle the prize before my gullible eyes
Use smoke and mirrors to mangle anyone who tries
I was born with nothing, but they promise everything
Fame and fortune, if I dance to their tune, if I sing
Their songs of freedom, democracy, equality
‘We are all the same’, but I have no Equity
I am to blame for being no good at the game
I am to blame for drowning in my own shame
The dreams I dared to dream given the boot
The hopes I cherished the most cut at the root.

The immensity of it all makes me feel so small
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me … calling me to fall.

The Big Boys have lined me up for their Big Con
I am looking straight into the barrel of a Big Gun
I am on the ledge looking out at the desolate wasteland
I am on the edge looking down into the pits of a Dark Land
The demons of damnation are howling my name
The burning flames spell out everlasting shame
The hounds of hell are snapping at my heels
Is there one person out there who knows how it feels?
If the light goes out there is nothing left inside
The moment I give up on my dream I commit suicide.

The immensity of it all makes me feel so small
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me … calling me to fall …

Oh, god, I have tried so hard
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
Oh, god, I have tried so hard to reach you
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Random Doodling

Practice that which is hard till it is easy.

Soft, fully understood and properly applied, is incredibly stronger than Hard.

The hardest thing in the world — in this world of continuous noise, of endless distraction, of constant chatter, this that, this that — it is incredibly hard to have a quiet mind; a mind that is still, a mind that is ON HOLD.

The ripple affect — if you make a small change close at hand it changes something at arm’s length, or out in the world at large, or out in the universe.

You get what you take in this world.

The hardest thing in the world is to truly Master Oneself – once you do that then mastering someone else is easy.
But once you are a True Master of Self you will not feel any need to master another human being – they will acknowledge you themselves because, from the highest to the lowest, they know how impossibly difficult it is to be a True Master; they will instantly recognise you, and salute your achievement.

Thousands, millions want it
And it is HARD
But if you want it bad enough
Then it is EASY.
(variation on magazine article; author unknown)

If you’ve got an itch
Scratch it.

If your mind can conceive it
And your heart believe it
You can achieve it.
(variation on Napoleon Hill)

Success means Aiming at a Target
No aim and no target –
You will Miss and Fail in Life.

Why are certain men so concerned with Immortality?
Because they are pathologically aware of their own mortality.

If you hang out with arseholes you are bound to step in shit sooner or later.

An aeroplane has to move at a certain speed before it can even get off the ground.

Anything that is not moving is dead.

Only sluts talk about virtue all the time.

You can not find an end when you go round in a circle.

The Beatles were revolutionaries – until they started singing about it.

The more you keep out of sight, the more people will want to see you.

The gods must have been laughing when they smiled on me.

You can go places by moving on the spot.

My life : the creative impulse, the creative process, and the creation.
Without them – my death.

Once the flow is broken it is extremely difficult to pick up the thread again.
Start – and finish! Bang!!

The best defence is attack – so is all true art.

A great rock song is one that does a three minute mile.

Only stupid people try to make clever conversation all the time.

When every minute of every day is taken up with the business of survival – the need to make enough money to pay for food, clothes , shelter – then who thinks of creating anything? In these circumstances Art becomes the ultimate luxury.

Dare to be different and you will break the chains.
It is the daring that sets you free.

My birth was peaceful
My childhood was idyllic
My youth was slow poison
My manhood will be full of violent changes
My death will come much too soon –

You have no friends – just hundreds of relatives.

Sometimes you have to kill one part of you (security, family, etc;) so that the other part (artistic ) may live fully.

If I can not live the way I want then I do not want to live at all.

For a revolution to succeed – blood has to flow.

Your character is your fate; your personality is your destiny; your mindset determines your place in the world – and it’s history.

There is nothing more repulsive than a man who hates himself and his own. For his enemies there is nothing more gratifying, satisfying, and ENTERTAINING than watching him bring about his own ruin.

You are what you think
Think it and you will be it
Think it and it will happen
But you must have the ‘thought’ for it
Otherwise NO CAN DO.

Conquer yourself and you will conquer the world.

Ultimately, all art is about oneself. Anybody who does different is not an artist; anybody who says different does not know what he is talking about.

The worst kind of stranger is someone who you know intimately.

If I should meet you
How should I greet you?
With silence, or with tears?
Would you answer me with jeers?

We met as lovers and parted as complete strangers.

To get out of one girl you must get into another one.

Instead of making love once to a thousand girls it is much better to make love a thousand times to one girl.

If you do not love yourself then how the hell do you expect anyone else to care for you?

I can skip over mountains; it is the ant-hills that trip me up.

Change yourself, and you will change your life, and your world.

You can sometimes tell how a man lived by the way he dies.

A man can not really live till he fully understands death.

They say that dreams are for those who sleep, but my future hopes are not dreams – they are visions.

People who think all greatness comes from complexity are baffled, admiring, and frightened when a ‘simple’ explanation is offered.

Do it the way you do it when you dream of it. If you do not dream of it, then you will not be able to do it.

What we ‘see’ outside depends on what we have inside.

There is a lot of difference between the man who looks down the sight of a gun and the man who looks into the end of the barrel. The gun is the same but the viewpoint is different. So is the end result.

How do you destroy an Artist?
Stop him creating.

There are too many ‘authors’ and not enough story-tellers.

There is a world of difference between being intelligent and being creative. Being intelligent means learning known facts and putting them to use; being creative means making possible the unknown, the ‘what has never been before’.
To be highly intelligent is to be a king among men – but to be highly creative is to be a god among kings.

The ‘Meaning of Life’ is self-development and self-expression.

If you want it
There it is
Take it.

The only people are those who are creative. The rest are dung-beetles.

To be creative is to be a god.

A truly great writer is left naked by his work. ( Some people regard this as an excuse to treat him like a dummy and to dress him as they see fit).

I have a God-given write …

The gift adds up to nothing without the graft.

If what you are doing is not making money then you are not doing anything.

To be an artist is to be absolutely selfish. That is why they can not, or find it extremely hard, to be good friends, or good lovers, or good husbands, or good fathers. It is the nature of the call. There is no time for anybody or anything but themselves and their art.

The meaning, the purpose, the full value of life can only be attained when you are in your own environment and functioning according to your own nature.

Live the most by eating the least
Starve the belly so the spirit may feast.

An ant does not even look at Mount Everest.

The constant effort to develop the mind and body, and express it – that is the foundation, the main pillar, everything is built on that.

Anyone may be pitied
Anyone may be excused
Anyone may be forgiven
But not the one who lacks
The courage of his own greatness.
( variation on Ayn Rand )

Violence (the fear or threat of ) was, is, and always will be, the engine that drives evolution ( personal and collective ).

If you fail now – then your children will fail from now on.

Great ambition leads to great success but only after great labour.

Use the Genius – use his / her Finishing Line as your Starting Point.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Self Made

Step onto the Field — what have you got to give?
Most people have no clue what is meant
What you make of your Self is the key feature
Develop yourself, constantly creative
Concoct your own ideal environment
Function according to your own nature
Develop in solitude — then go out and live!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.