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The Greatest Miracle

The greatest miracle in the known universe :
The human brain.
No human in history — Ever !!! — has made use of
The full potential of his brain
Each brain — on it’s own — can learn, and process,
All known, recorded, creative knowledge
Each brain — on it’s own — can create anything
From a flint, to a wheel, to a flying saucer
Each brain — on it’s own — can be an artiste
Doctor, engineer, scientist, sportsman, etc;

So why do you become a dentist
And think you have achieved something?
Why do you train as an accountant
And that is all you do all your life?
Why do you do business, making things, selling
Objects, services, and call it a life well lived?
Why sidetrack your god-brain into a cul-de-sac
Nullify it into a dead-end, and lobotomise it?
Why take that which Creates … and castrate it?
Why take the epitome of Freedom … and cage it?

Why does a brain surgeon learn to operate
To slice, and dice, and be praised, and rewarded
But only have an inkling —- that piece of meat
That handful of jelly can create a universe
Can destroy a world, ignite a spark
Kickstart a revolution, cure any disease
Unleash a plague, shine a light in the dark
Die saving one child, or casually massacre a million
Be alone, lonely, or love and be loved by many
Be part of a lumpen herd, or mould the clay into a god.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

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.

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.

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.

Hit Him Where It Hurts

God raged, “ I created Man in my own image
But he has turned out to be an ass!”
In His wrath He decided to punish Man by creating Hell

But Man gleefully walked over that bed of fire
God controlled his anger, and began to think coldly …
He created Woman

Since that day Man has lain in her bed countless times
But not once has he ever managed to walk over it …
What are the chances he ever will? (Ha ha ha!)

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.