The initial Word popped up, and said :
‘ Write me down. Quick! ‘
Then another word popped up
‘ I would look good next to that ‘
Then another word popped up
‘ I too want to stand in that line ‘
Then another. And another. And another.
All in a row, in their natural order
Comfortable, balanced, at ease
As if they were meant to be.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
What’s the Crack? Shall I call it Quim?
Or does it answer to Minge?
Do I dive head first into this Muff?
Slurping like a Honey Badger loving the stuff
Cup my hand round Rosy
Make myself at home in Coochy
Gently stroke the purring Pussy
Middle finger warm in moist Fanny
Spread the net to catch the slippery Fish
Open the Oyster and prepare the dish
Bon appetit Tuna Sandwich
Nibble and feel it twitch
Squeezebox, or Snatch, the Slit of sweet pain
Speak in tongues to the Lady who lives down the Lane
Nerve Centre? Pleasure Pod? Call it Clit
Open her Purse, withdraw and deposit
Dig in, dig in, penetrate the Open Wound
Treasure buried beneath the Fleshy Mound
Slip in, slip in, enter the Pearly Gates
Pleasure, come, satisfy your palates
Roll in the Mink of her hot Beaver
Release the musk of her sated Flower
Cupcake, shall I be even more blunt?
Allow me to sing in praise of your Cunt
Some call it Heaven, others Eden
I love to plant the Lady Garden
Along the Tunnel to the back of the Cave
Men desire to be buried in this Grave …
One man not fixated with the junction of your thighs
Nor obsessed with turning on your sighs
I want to give the truth to all the lies
I love to watch the moonlight dancing in your eyes.
( c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
This stain-polluted light, this night-ravaged dawn
This is not that break of day yearned for in expectant hope
This is not the dawn whose desired promise we carried forth
We comrades set out convinced of finding somewhere or other
In the celestial desert a haven for the stars to finally come to rest
Somewhere for the night’s slow, lazy waves to lap a distant shore
Somewhere a safe harbour to dock the ship of heartache
The mysterious pathways known only to the blood of youth
When we friends set off so many hands tugged at our clothes
Reaching out from eager bed-chambers in the Abode of Beauty
Open arms enticed us, the siren calls of bodies in heat
Very dear, but all our love was for the vision of dawn
Very near, pure rays of light rising on her glowing robes
Our longing still strong, we shrugged off our fatigue
I have heard that the dark has been separated from the light
I have heard that the journey and destination have been unified
The behaviour of our fellow sufferers has changed full circle
Pleasure of union is now pure, the pain of separation is now impure
Fire in the liver, the vision unfulfilled, the pain of heartburn
The remedies for this severance have no affect on any ailment
Whence came the beauteous morning breeze? Blew away where?
There is no news yet of the lamp at the end of the path
There is no lessening yet in the heavy oppression of the night
The hour has not come for the deliverance of heart and soul
Keep moving … keep moving … our goal has not yet been reached.
( my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz ).
(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.
“ I am Zafar !! “ ( YOU are the battle cry ! )
Life measured inside of a blink
Look your worst Fear in the eye
And give it a casual Wink.
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Let me swim in a sea of ink
Let me write all I feel and think
Then I will have no regret if I sink.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
Fuel with every breath
Apply a blowtorch to mortality
Let there be death
And then — Immortality!
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God appears to the Creative Man
“I will whisper in your ear
And you bring forth a form
For all men to witness.”
The artist, inspired, expresses in words plain
His heart and soul, in all their glory, laid bare
Reveal the Ideal that should be the norm
Mirror the higher power behind the Bliss.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
You want to be a writer?
Read. Read. Read.
You want to be a writer?
Pen. Paper. Write.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
Not write?
You lose.
Not write?
They win.
Write, write
Win. Win.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.
Shame? Depression?
Sit alone and cry?
Lay down and die?
Your fault you were broken?
No! No! No! Know this —-
The break is not weakness
You live to fight another day
The fracture will set stronger
AT THE POINT IT WAS BROKEN
Stand up!! A complete person
God’s creation, a thing of Wonder!
(c)Satori Publishing, 2018.
Controlled breathing, belly deep, puts the brakes on Conscious Thought
In at nose, hold, out of mouth, empty lungs, reduces the chatter to nought
Rich oxygen to a quiet mind is the creative food for thought
Silence aids victory when the big battles are fought.
(c)Satori Publishing,2018.
Be an Artist
Be a god
Create your own universe
Create your own creatures
Breathe life into the chapter and verse
Your progeny, your features
Be a god
Be an Artist.
(c) Satori Publishing,2017.
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