Tag Archives: grief

Childish Answers

June 15, 2019PoemsChildish Answers, facing facts, family, food for thought, grief, heartache, love, original, personal, poetry, prayer, Satori Publishing, the basicssatoripublishing2013

Daddy, why are you leaving?
Because I have to be true to Zafar Iqbal
Daddy, why are you not staying?
Because I cannot be false to Zafar Iqbal.

Take This Stone ( Place It Upon Your Heart )

July 19, 2016Lyrics/Songsacross the board, apple of your eye, artistic, betrayal, creative, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heart of stone, heartache, love, lust, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, regret, romantic, Satori Publishing, sensual, stone heart, taboo, Take This Stone Place It uPon Your Heart, timeless, treason, universal, vengeance, visionary, voodoo rhythms, your one true lovesatoripublishing2013

Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt
Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt

Gently, calm the frantic beat of your aching heart
Release the valve before it blows itself apart
Ease the pressure on that pump in your breast
Weigh it down before it tears a hole in your chest
It cannot reason with the scale of her treason
The mask is off, the hate is out in the open

Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt
Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt

She stabbed repeatedly, with a song on her lips
She danced over your body, with leaps and skips
She checked the recipe all the while
She watched you bleed with a smile
Whatever took place she did it willingly
The look on her face!! She did it killingly

Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt
Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt

Your own flesh and blood now smear you with mud
Their natural love ran dry as you drowned in the flood
The apple of your eye is the one who twisted the knife
Your one true love casually switched off your life
You are all alone, turn your heart to stone
Build a wall around, turn your heart to stone

Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt
Take this stone, place it upon your heart
The less it moves the less you will hurt.

Do Not Ask Of Me For That First Love, My Beloved

May 30, 2016Poemsartistic, aspire, creative, cutting edge, Do Not Ask Of Me For That First Love My Beloved, dramatic, facing facts, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, first love, grief, heartache, higher ground, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, lust, major surgery, Mujh say pahli si mohabbat mere mahboob na maang, my beloved, Pakistani, passion, poetic, regret, romantic, Satori Publishing, timeless, translated from Urdu, translation, universal, Urdu to English, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Do not ask of me for that first love, my Beloved
As I understood it, having you here makes Life so luminous
Sharing your woes, I have no quarrel with sorrows of the world
Your radiant beauty blesses the earth with eternal Spring
What does this world possess to compare with your eyes?

If you were mine, Fate would bow to my command
It was not so, though I wanted it only to be so
The present time has other torments besides mere love
Other pleasures besides the thrill of coming together

Dark spells threaded on the brutal loom of Ages
Woven in silk, satin and brocade
Hand over fist, bodies sold in alleys and bazaars
Bathed in blood, shrouded in ash
Bodies forged in furnaces of pestilence
Pus oozing from their festering sores …
What can I do? My gaze keeps turning to them too
But what can I do? Though your beauty is ever attractive

The present time has other torments besides mere love
Other pleasures besides the thrill of coming together
Do not ask of me for that first love, my Beloved.

(My take on a poem by the beloved Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

A Paki Still

October 8, 2015PoemsA Paki Still, artistic, aspire, betrayal, brash, cutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, major surgery, original, Pakistani, passion, personal, poetic, racism, regret, romantic, Satori Publishing, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

Christian Nation

August 3, 2014Poemsacross the board, aspire, betrayal, bigotry, brash, Christian nation, cocky, crucified, cutting edge, dramatic, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, inspire, Jesus Christ, Jewish, lifestyle, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, racism, regret, Satori Publishing, self-development, taboo, terrorist, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionary, Yasser Arafatsatoripublishing2013

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.

In Digestion

March 31, 2014Poemsanimals, brash, cocky, crucify, cutting edge, dog eat dog, dramatic, evil men, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, In Digestion, inspire, laws of the jungle, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, predators, regret, Satori Publishing, taboo, terrorist, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionary, war crimes, war criminalsatoripublishing2013

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)

I’m Not Going To Make It

March 17, 2014Lyrics/Songsartistic, aspire, betrayal, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, I'm Not Going To Make It, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, regret, Satori Publishing, self-development, slow poison, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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 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.

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.

Lines Of Martyrdom

February 11, 2014Poemscutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, Lines of Martyrdom, original, passion, personal, Satori Publishing, taboo, terrorist, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionarysatoripublishing2013

I have never been in control
I have never chosen my life…

I will now take full control
I will now choose my death.

Take The Light From My Eyes

January 26, 2014Lyrics/Songs18+, adults only, betrayal, dramatic, end of the line, erotic, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, lust, major surgery, passion, personal, regret, Satori Publishing, sensual, sexual, sexy, taboo, Take The Light From My Eyes, timeless, universal, vengeance, voodoo rhythmssatoripublishing2013

I stood there as if I had run into a wall
I stood there as if I wasn’t there at all
His name on your lip
Both of you joined at the hip
Watching you buried me alive there and then
It killed me to see you being taken by another man
But if my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

How could you deceive
Betray everything I believe
I loved you from the start
You are a traitor to my heart
You betrayed my trust
Just to satisfy your lust
But if my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

You spread your legs and moved that way
You arched your back and began to sway
The heat made you moan and groan
You turned round to go down
I was buried alive there and then to see
You doing all the things you did with me
But if my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

I’m going insane, I can’t bear the pain
It kills me to see you loving another man
All my systems are on overload
All my organs are about to explode
My eyes are to blame, they must be punished
Begin with my eyes, they must be finished
If my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

Mismatch

January 12, 2014Poemsarranged, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, Mismatch, Pakistani, passion, personal, poetic, regret, Satori Publishing, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

My true feelings have always been well hid
I could never show that you are my whole life
I have loved you madly ever since I was a kid
You married her – they’ve arranged for me to be his wife …

You’ve Got A Friend

January 12, 2014Poemsdramatic, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, inspire, love, passion, personal, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, timeless, universal, You've Got A Friendsatoripublishing2013

When you feel your people are being unfair
When you’ve sunk into the depths of despair
There is no hope in sight, and no way out
All you seem to do is scream and shout
When you’re finally at your wit’s end
Call me – you’ve got a friend.

It’s A Pity She’s A Whore

December 29, 2013Lyrics/Songs18+, adults only, betrayal, dirty, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, It's A Pity She's A Whore, lust, major surgery, polluted, pox, regret, Satori Publishing, sexual, smiling snake, taboo, timeless, unclean, universal, vengeance, voodoo rhythmssatoripublishing2013

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

It’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
It’s what she wants, it’s the way she’s wired
She has to spread her legs, she has to play the game
Different strokes with different blokes keep her fired;
You keep seeing the images in your brain
It breaks your heart, it tortures your head
An ocean of soap can’t remove the stain
You’ve got a poxy whore in your bed.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She makes eyes at the guys all over town
She takes off her clothes, she offers herself
She moves, she grooves, she goes down …
You’re at home sitting on the shelf;
She’s out of sight but that’s not the issue
Her actions are in your mind taunting you …
After he’s done she wipes it with a tissue
Then walks it back home good as new.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She’s so dirty, but talks so beautiful
She talks of virtue, and then cheats on you
She talks of faith, and is then unfaithful
She talks of trust, and then betrays you;
You made your bed with a smiling snake
You placed a stone on top of your heart
You put up with it for the children’s sake …
They’ve grown up – it’s time to make a fresh start.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.