Tag Archives: heartache

Paki From Brazil

November 1, 2013Poemsbetrayal, brash, cutting edge, Doublespeak, dramatic, example, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, major surgery, murder, original, Paki From Brazil, Pakistani, passion, personal, racism, regret, sanctioned, Satori Publishing, targeted, terror, terrorist, universal, vengeance, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven, hollow-point, in the head
Just to be sure he is dead

Bang!
One in the shoulder
Trained by Israeli instructor

Bing! Bing! Bing!
Three, point blank, miss
Next time, more practise

Ooops!
Are you kidding me?!
But he looked like a Paki!!

Whoops!
Kill a Paki, send out a message
Dickhead, will open her passage

Bling! Bling!
Liar One, Liar Two, ham acting twin
Soap stars, both planning to cash in

Sing! Sing!
A verse so Free, a chorus so Democratic
Oil, gas, heroin –- it’s a box-office hit!

Princess Paki-Lover

November 1, 2013Poemsacross the board, birth mother, brash, circumcised, converts to Islam, cutting edge, death mother, Die Princess Die, dramatic, facing facts, Family Firm, grease the brakes, grief, heartache, hidden hand, higher ground, love, lust, major surgery, original, Pakistani, personal, poetic, powers at work, princess, Princess Paki-Lover, regret, Satori Publishing, sexual, taboo, terror, the Balcony, the Garden Party, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionary, white wogssatoripublishing2013

The mother of the future king screwing around with Muslims
The mother of the future king being cocked by a Muslim
The mother of the future king sucking the circumcised knob of a Muslim
The mother of the future king marrying a fucking Muslim

The mother of the future king having the babies of a Muslim
The future king having half-brothers and sisters that are Muslim
The future : half-breed Pakis drinking tea at the Garden Party
The future : half-breed Pakis waving to our people from The Balcony

How can we stand by and let that happen?
How can we let Her House win in the long run?
How can we just hand over the loot of generations?
Then watch her draw Her Line in another direction?
How can we stand by and let that happen?

Nightmare : she gloats with power once her son is on the throne
Dream : we mourn over her coffin once we have cut her down
But how? How? Without a hint, a whiff, a whisper?
Above all suspicion, in plain view, not one pointing finger

Do it before she marries a camel-shagging sand-nigger Muslim
( At least the Bastard ginger is a genuine White fake )
Do it before she excretes a jiggaboo, or converts to Islam
Someone must royally grease the brakes

In the end she will be remembered for wearing a dress
She lived splashed by the Press and she will die flashed by the ‘Press’
To the Tower — No — take the traitor to the Tunnel …
( While the birth mother called her a paki-loving whore )
The death mother steered her towards the lucky 13th pillar

“Powers at work about which we have no knowledge”
Medics worked for forty minutes to doctor the carnage
Our ‘Man at the Scene’ scratched on her tomb
“She was not pregnant — I looked into her womb”

The fucking Pakis will be buried at her funeral
The rest will drive taxis, and pay us tax
We will wait for public opinion to relax
Her Golden Boy will be our crowning jewel
The Firm will go back to Business As Usual …

Arrangements

November 1, 2013PoemsArrangements, dramatic, facing facts, heartache, love, regret, Satori Publishingsatoripublishing2013

She wanted him, I wanted another
But neither of us could marry our lover
Now we’re stuck … have to make do with each other …
We’re young, and living, but our lives are over.

Betrayal

November 1, 2013Poemsbetrayal, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, loving cup, lust, personal, Satori Publishing, traitorsatoripublishing2013

Carrying a bouquet I quietly opened the door
On the tip of my tongue,’Surprise! Surprise!’
In that instant my heart crashed to the floor
The room was full with your ecstatic sighs
You were calling and crying out for more
He was planted, and still digging, deep between your thighs
You had your loving cup poised to pour …
I will never forget the look in your eyes.

My Bloody Pump

November 1, 2013Poemsdramatic, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, major surgery, mechanics of love, My Bloody Pump, original, personal, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

My heart is just an organ for pumping blood
Who made it an Authority on feeling Emotion?
What the hell does it know about Love?

Just a little muscle designed to circulate blood –
Damn you, heart, stick to your one and only function
Or I’ll tear you out and throw you in the stove!

Nothing But The Sound

November 1, 2013Poemsbroken, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, major surgery, Nothing But The Sound, passion, personal, regret, Satori Publishing, senselesssatoripublishing2013

Speak to me and break this silence
Before it breaks my heart
Speak to me but don’t try to make sense …
All five of mine are senseless since she did depart.

Too Soon

November 1, 2013Poemsend of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, regret, Satori Publishing, Too Soonsatoripublishing2013

We were so happy together … for a while
And then … the warmth went out of your smile.

Just Like Smoke

November 1, 2013Poemsend of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, Just Like Smoke, love, passion, regret, Satori Publishingsatoripublishing2013

It’s been three long months since we parted
Three torturous months since you left me broken-hearted …
But now it seems as if the two of us never met
Vanished without a trace the love we once felt.

My Loving Murderess

November 1, 2013Poemsdramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, My Loving Murderess, passion, Satori Publishingsatoripublishing2013

All my emotions are shell-shocked
But my bank of tears is well locked
I will not pour out from my crying cup
I will not rant and rave till I am fit to drop
I will carry on through the rain and shine
I still have my Reason, though you are no longer mine
NO LONGER MINE!!! … Control yourself … control yourself …
The hands of Time – and your heart – were broken by her sweet self.

The Family Tomb

November 1, 2013Poemsfacing facts, grief, heartache, lust, personal, regret, Satori Publishing, The Family Tomb, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

Your husband gets on top of you as if
He’s going to pray
You lie there frozen stiff
Nothing else to do or say;
The rocking motion only reminds you of
Your immortal schooldays when
Boys tore your knickers off
And injected you with sweet pain …

People like you are all the same
You start with the best of intentions
Family tradition is chiefly to blame
And cowardice … which no-one mentions;
Your father’s disease and your mother’s poison
Were inherited by you while still in the womb
And in turn you’ll be taught to pass them on
Your children too must be buried alive in the family tomb …

All your material possessions
Have bought you security
All your empty exhibitions
Earn my hateful pity;
You were never brave enough
To cut the cord and fly
You rejected the boy who gave you love
Now your heart must wither and die.

Paki Brown

November 1, 2013Poemsaddiction, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, heroin, major surgery, Paki Brown, regret, Satori Publishing, sweet poison, universalsatoripublishing2013

Paki Brown, you’re a harmless-looking powder
But you do more damage than a ton of gunpowder
Just one gram is such a heavy load
You blow off my head every time you explode;
Paki Brown, you really turn me on
You’re such a joyous poison
I’m trapped in the instant you set me free
Paki Brown, you’ll be the death of me.

Paki Brown, you’re making the big guns filthy rich
But you’re killing me slowly inch by inch
Once I chased your dragon with every breath
Now your dragon is chasing me to a slow death;
Paki Brown, you’re distributed by pillars of society
They’re getting fat off my painful ecstasy
You’re the only one who can orgasm my whole body
Beautiful poison, you’ll be the death of me.

Paki Brown, you’re a High Priest spreading the habit
Your burning sermon says our lives are empty without it
We take a daily trip to your temple of doom
A one-way journey that will be over soon;
Paki Brown, without you I’ve got the world on my shoulders
With you and without you it’s pure bloody murder
Paki Brown, you never fail to make me feel carefree
Sweet, sweet poison, you’ll be the death of me.

Father and Son

November 1, 2013PoemsFather and Son, grief, heartache, love, personal, regret, Satori Publishing, the dance we do, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

The stamp of failure is on my face
The brand of shame is on my eyes
The sign of rejection is in every place

I’m a foreigner in my own country
I’m a stranger among my own people
I’m an outcast by my own family

My sorrow is too great for it to be spoken
All my faith and dreams are shattered
There is no hope, nothing for the forsaken

You broke my heart in two
The moment you said you didn’t care for me
I stopped caring for myself too

Your subtle rejections cut like a knife
The damage is irreparable
You have scarred me for life

Just because I didn’t live up to your expectation
You should have still loved me as a father
All I ever wanted was to love you as a son.