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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)

The Knowing

February 27, 2016Poemsacross the board, artistic, aspire, brash, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, higher ground, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, self-development, The Knowing, the vision thing, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

You know
You can SEE it or it’s invisible
If it’s possible or impossible
You know
If you can or if you cannot
If you will or you will not
You know
If you will fail or succeed
If you have a fertile seed
You know
If you will be rich or poor
It’s an open window or a closed door
You know
If by the gods you have been blessed
If by fickle Fate you have been cursed
You know
If it’s to be a famine or a feast
If you will have many or the least
You know
If you will be laughing or crying
If you will be living or dying
You know
If your time is coming or going
It is all in the knowing

And you know it.

Godfathers

December 29, 2015Poemsacross the board, brash, cannibals, cocky, conspiracy, criminals, cutting edge, dramatic, elected to office, facing facts, gangsters, Godfathers, major surgery, original, passion, personal, puppet masters, real power, regret, rulers of the world, Satori Publishing, taboo, timeless, universal, vampires, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Gangster One wants control of Gambling, Roulette of Dreams, Lottery of Illusions, etc;
Gangster Two wants control of Porn, Prostitution, Moral Values, etc;
Criminal Three wants control of Drugs, War on Drugs, Rehab Clinics, etc;
Crook Four wants control of Modern Slavery, Minimum Wage, Trade Unions, etc;
Felon Five wants control of the Arms Industry, Peacekeeping Forces, etc;
Charlatan Six wants control of the Food Industry, Weight Control, etc;
Cunt Seven wants control of Marketing, Advertising, Shopping, etc;
Dickhead Eight wants control of Freedom, Democracy, Equality, etc;
Psychopath Nine wants control of the Police, Spooks, Thought Control, etc;
Serial Killer Ten wants control of Oil, Gas, Water, Minerals, etc;
Scumbag Eleven wants control of Pharmaceuticals, GMOs, Cancer Research, etc;
Geekygoon Twelve opens the gates to Mandatory Vaccines, ID chips, for Profit, to Control, etc;
Motherfucker Thirteen wants to control Our Way of Life, Civilised Values, Border Control, etc;
Deviant Fourteen wants control of Politicians, Lobbying, Counting Votes, etc;
Douchebag Fifteen wants control of Lawyers, Judges, Parliaments, etc;
Vampire Sixteen wants control of the Internet, Data, Social Media, etc;
Rapist Seventeen wants control of Prisons, Torture Chambers, Debt Collection, etc;
Paedophile Eightteen wants control of Religion, Crowd Control, Cannon Fodder, etc;
Cannibal Nineteen wants control of Printing Money, Banking System, Charities, etc;
Necrophile Twenty wants control of the Tax Revenue.

Fuel Of Choice

October 25, 2015Poemsartistic, aspire, brash, cocky, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, facing facts, Fuel Of Choice, higher ground, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, self-development, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

If you eat like an ordinary person
You will look ordinary
You will perform ordinary
You will be ordinary;

If you fill your tank with rocket fuel
You will look like a rocket
You will perform like a rocket
You will be a rocket;

Eat one super-nutritious meal end of the day
Or, if you really want to ride the beast,
Live the most by eating the least
Starve the stomach so the soul may feast.

Let’s Do The Deal

October 24, 2015Lyrics/Songs18+, across the board, adults only, brash, cocky, cutting edge, end of the line, erotic, facing facts, jungle drums, Let's Do The Deal, lifestyle, lust, major surgery, money makes the world go round, money money money, original, passion, personal, poetic, price tag, regret, rock and roll, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, sensual, sexual, sexy, taboo, timeless, universal, visionary, voodoo rhythmssatoripublishing2013

In this day and age it’s all about presentation
You have to play the part to appease public opinion
You’re somebody’s mother, sister, little baby
You’re so prim and proper, a real lady
After a date it’s just a simple kiss
I’ve got one thing to say — suck this!
I know you’re willing and able
Let’s put our cards on the table

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

From the cave, to the mansion, to the space station
There’s a price to pay for every basic transaction
You want a solid roof over your head
You want to sleep safe and warm in bed
Clothes on your back, ring on your finger
Handbags, shoes, things that really matter
I don’t care about your airs and graces
Take all your masks off all your faces

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

Do you have goods and services to trade
Get busy wheeling and dealing, or get laid
Who told you life is easy peezy
Who told you the world is lemon squeezy
Caring and sharing? You are mistaken
Learn to give and take, or be taken
We can do the business and call it romance
Lead us all on a merry song and dance

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

Who told you life was a bed of roses?
Who told you to be one of the lost causes?
Life is a bed of nails covered with thorns
Life is wild animals thrusting their horns
Lust and hunger and fear are the driving forces
Feed your appetite, take control of the sources
It’s dog eat dog, it’s eat or be eaten
Life is death for those who are beaten

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To know you have to deal
To pay for your next meal
Tell me, how does it feel?
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

The Greatest Miracle

October 14, 2015Poemsall in the mind, artistic, aspire, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, facing facts, higher ground, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, self-development, The Greatest Miracle, the human brain, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

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.

Silverback

August 3, 2014Poemsaspire, bodyweight, brash, cocky, creative, cutting edge, exercise, functional fitness, higher ground, inspire, joy, lifestyle, major surgery, original, personal, Satori Publishing, self-development, Silverback, sport's Skill, steel cables, steel springs, super fit, super strength, Three Pillars of strength, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Our ancestors came down from the trees
If you want a powerful silver-back
Climb back up and swing from tree to tree
Build a rock solid defence, and a blinding attack

If you just lift weights you misunderstand
Bodyweight makes you lean, mean, and super strong
Jump from bar to bar, hand over hand
Climb, dip down, muscle up, be Silverback strong

Ballistic lifting damages your Joints
Tears your Ligaments and Tendons, makes a lumpy mess
Three pillars of Strength, muscle is the ‘weak’ point
Stop overloading your body with so much stress

Easy Strength is best, push the limit, unwind
Explode only in the instant you attack
Exercise with a particular function in mind
Power up naturally like a Silverback

Get into position and apply the Hold
Place the Three Pillars on the rack
Just ‘holding’ increases your power tenfold
Rule the roost like a Silverback

Practise your sport’s Skill till your body sings
Lift your game with a steel cable back
Be nimble, be agile, move on steel springs
You are pure gold with a silver-back.

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.

Doublespeak

April 30, 2014Poemsacross the board, brash, cocky, cutting edge, Doublespeak, dramatic, Empire, facing facts, higher ground, immigration, inspire, Islam, lifestyle, major surgery, Muslim, original, passion, peasant, personal, poetic, poor white trash, propaganda, racism, regret, Satori Publishing, taboo, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

Little Mouse

April 20, 2014Lyrics/Songsacross the board, cutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, higher ground, inspire, lifestyle, Little Mouse, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, regret, Satori Publishing, self-development, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

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!