As only true greatness does
He offered the power of flight
To those who, like him,
Had flight within themselves.
In the end, it is always
A matter of belief. Always.
(wordplay with Majestie, by David Teems)
Tag Archives: dramatic
Practise The Gift
10,000 hours spread out over 10 years
1,000 hours per year of blood, sweat , tears
At least 20 hours a week
Steady climb to the peak
Bare minimum 3 hours per day
Master of the game you play.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.
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.
Christian Nation
You are a Christian?
You believe in God?
You believe in Jesus Christ?
You believe that Jesus was / is the Son of God?
Jesus was a Jew?
If the son is Jewish, is it safe to say, so is the Father?
You worship Jews?
The Old Testament is the story of the Jews
The New Testament is the story of one Jew
What, or where, is your story?
From day one you have despised all Jews
Discriminated, killed, put down all Jews
But to ONE Jew belongs all the Glory?
Two thousand years ago in a land of semite arab dogs
Dark skin, black hair, brown eyes were the norm
Where did your blonde, blue-eyed, White Boy spring from?
Is it so painful to kneel down before a dirty Wog?
You cannot face the most basic fact
Jesus Christ looked just like Yasser Arafat
A fact you cannot stomach so it has to be denied
In every conflict the Truth is first to be crucified.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
Doublespeak
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Darkie
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Paki
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Muslim
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Islam.
Say it in plain English, or the Queen’s English
(If you can read, write and understand your language)
You start this and I will explain how it will finish
If you get on a high horse, that comes with heavy baggage;
Muslim lands have oil, gas, minerals, not just curry and rice
It is not my fault I have got everything you really want
Go to the marketplace, pay the market price
Don’t bullshit about freedom and democracy, you peasant.
Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You are a low brow, low life, low class
Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You have a small dick, a big belly, and the biggest ass;
Bend over, spread your cheeks, take it like a man
You don’t have an Empire, you’ve got one thing to sell
Bend over, earn the cash the best way you can
This Paki will pay you well — even though you smell.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
Little Mouse
Little mouse, going round and round
Spinning the wheel, having so much fun
Little mouse, keeping fit on the run
Spinning the wheel, covering so much ground
Little mouse, feeling safe and sound
Spinning the wheel, ending where it begun.
Cute little nose going sniff, sniff, sniff
Cute little teeth going nibble, nibble, nibble
Chasing your tail on the edge of a cliff
Cheesy whiskers going dribble, dribble, dribble;
No cats allowed, not a worry in the world
Warm, well-fed, nothing really matters
You get your leg over your mousy-girl …
Look up – you might see the puppet-masters.
Little mouse, going round and round
Spinning the wheel, having so much fun
Little mouse, keeping fit on the run
Spinning the wheel, covering so much ground
Little mouse, feeling safe and sound
Spinning the wheel, ending where it begun.
Inside the cage you are free to ride the wheel
Power belongs to the man who owns the cage
Outside the cage he is free to rob and steal
He decides what is written on history’s page;
They market the treadmill as a spinning wheel
Choose the colour, choose your shiny toy
They bury you alive in a lop-sided deal
The grave is full of so much joy!
Little mouse, going round and round
Spinning the wheel, having so much fun
Little mouse, keeping fit on the run
Spinning the wheel, covering so much ground
Little mouse, feeling safe and sound
Spinning the wheel, ending where it begun.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
Innate
You ask for the secret
To ‘Success’, to ‘Happiness’
The ‘Meaning of Life?’
I ask : Are you in
Your own Environment?
Are you functioning
According to your own Nature?
Like a fish in water
Able to simply swim
Like a bird in the air
Able to simply fly;
Find the right mix, your state of being
Your personal Environment; and function
According to your chemical make-up
Your heart, your soul, your Nature.
The nature of the fish is to swim
The nature of the bird is to fly;
Ask the fish if it is ‘Successful’
Ask the bird if it is ‘Happy’
Ask them for ‘The Meaning of Life’.
(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.
In Digestion
Evil men glorify violence and relish bloodletting
Wild animals hunt whatever they feel like eating
They do not get indigestion
They are not punished by Heaven.
Only the puny prey kneel down to pray
Predators stand tall to pass Judgement each Day
Big Bellies have the choice, they choose to eat well
Without conscience, without fear, to hell with Hell.
Rape, pillage, steal their Land while they sleep in their beds
Cut off their water, cut off their oxygen, cut off their heads
Chop up the children, crucify the mothers
Castrate the fathers — they are all born losers.
It is a dog eat dog world we live in
Strength is a virtue, weakness a sin
The marked victims pray they will survive somehow
The ‘chosen’ terrorists will take the lion’s share now.
The king of the jungle is king for a reason
He kills and eats and kills for that position
He will never get indigestion
He will never be punished by Heaven.
(variation on comments by a War Criminal)
(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.
Genghis It
If you want it
There it is
Take it.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
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