Tag Archives: lifestyle

Let Me Count The Names

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.

Do Or Die

Some people fly too close to the sun
Some people lose control, crash and burn
Most people don’t even get off the ground

Most people live a life they hate, crushed by Fate
Do nothing, happy with what is placed on their plate
The treadmill wears out those who leave it too late

Decide now, cut the strings of the puppet masters on high
Decide now, learn the rules, take control, the time is nigh
Rise up like a god and fly , or lay down like a dog and die.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Silence

Silence has been the biggest curse of my life
Thoughts not given voice, constantly repressed
Emotions never shown, or simply expressed
Silence cuts deeper than any butcher knife.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Dawn Of Freedom (August 1947)

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.

Read Your Job Description

Read your job description :
Co-ordinate various departments to run smoothly
Collect taxes and decide which percentages to allocate
It is not rocket science, it is not charity
But you still fail to do that honestly
I pay you tax, and ask you to be fair
You make speeches, blatant lies, all your policies
Bear witness to the fact you do not care
Slow turning of the screw you call austerity

The lower class, the weak, the disabled are hammered
Your own kind are given even more toys
You spout vomit, and spin the truth for your profit
Shove a plug in it, read your job description
I pay you tax, to make your job easier
Create an environment for the economy to flourish
Create jobs so people can make an honest living
Provide for their families, and pay you more tax

Take a step back, read your job description
Do not tell us there are no more funds, your hands are tied
Defence, arm sales, national interest, national values
National diarrhoea, you want to stride the international stage
Pie in the sky for a jumped-up jerk-off
Office-wallah wannabe superstar who cannot act, sing, or dance
Go into politics — cameras, lights, flowery dialogue
No action, just words, lie after lie, to break the spirit

You little shit, it is not about your ‘legacy’
You are a pigme who breaks wind for a living
You stink to high heaven, pure and simple, there is no denying
Stick to the basics, read your job description;
Who do you think comes first? Me or you?
What’s more important? Your snowflake schemes?
Or me working, putting food on the table, taking care of my family
Raising my children, making possible all their dreams?
Get the picture? Or do you only get painting by numbers?

You are not qualified to make decisions on my life
You are not authorised to decide without my permission
I did not vote you in to misuse my tax money
Your job is limited to provide me with services I pay for
I voted you in to delegate certain tasks to you
Do not do me any favours, read your job description
I pay taxes left, right, centre, I cannot move
Without paying a tax, in return I want to remind you
( You seem to forget on a regular basis, or you fail
To even understand ) read your job description

Your pea brain finds it too hard to comprehend?
When I turn the tap I want water to flow
When I flick the switch I want the light on
When I turn on the gas to cook, turn on the power
To heat my home, run my gadgets — I pay bills
Make sure the road is smooth when I drive
Make sure the traffic lights function correctly
Make sure the schools, hospitals, welfare, are up to standard
The refuse collection, fire service, the police — I pay tax

Your pee brain finds it too hard to understand?
Make sure the shops are fully stocked with goodies
Make sure there is sport, drama, other nonsense to entertain
Keep me distracted, happy, well-fed, warm and comfortable
Your pot belly leads the way, read your job description

It is not about you or your legacy — it is my money
You have not reached the pinnacle of anything
You are only there to provide me with a service
Stroke me, soft soap to satisfy, I pay you tax
It is NOT you, it is all about ME
You are a public servant
I am the public, you are my servant
Do your frigging job — SERVE ME!!
Pigmy, read your job description
Or I will vote you OUT.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Jihad Personal

Jihad personal a struggle against worldly temptations
Jihad personal a discipline to strengthen your weakness

The one lesson learned from times of yore
If you want peace — prepare for war

Jihad personal prepares you against the enemy’s attack
Jihad personal trains you to defend by fighting back

Jihad personal prevents you from attacking without reason
Jihad personal prevents you from launching an invasion

Jihad personal studies hard to root out ignorance
Jihad personal trains hard to branch out radiance

Jihad personal, in spite of the fools, is not a political tool
Jihad personal, fully understood, the best qualified school.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Birth Right

Fight the good fight till the last breath
If you ever lose the ability to create
That paralysing block will seal your fate
The worst kind of torture — a living death.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.