In the bathroom
In the bedroom
In my room
Private …
I create, I write
A product, a market
A customer – take it
To your room
Private ….
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
In the bathroom
In the bedroom
In my room
Private …
I create, I write
A product, a market
A customer – take it
To your room
Private ….
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Be an Artist
Be a god
Create your own world
Create your own creatures
Be a god
Be an Artist.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Fatima Bhutto knows that your father
had her father killed.
And your mother knew it.
Do you know that your father
had your mother killed?
Your mother knew it.
In the instant the bullet entered her fatuous skull
In the instant her fat arse lost sphincter control…
She knew it.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Hold Conscious Thought the way you hold your breath
Do not think – hold still – let go
Subconscious will begin to flow
From the sidelines watch Genius play the length and breadth.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Who knows England who only England knows?
Her highest mountain to me is a puny hill
Her weather? When it doesn’t rain it snows
And the English are wetter and colder still;
Till I saw you, Kashmir, I was blind
Love at second sight? I had forgotten the first
I never realized what I had left behind
My eyes drank you with an unquenchable thirst;
How can I stay in England now?
My job keeps me from the one for whom I yearn
Everything here seems to be empty somehow
Kashmir, I work for the day I can return;
Fly away forever from English bigotry and toil
I will never be content, or ever be happier,
Till the wheels of my jet finally kiss your soil
My beautiful, my own Kashmir.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
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.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
You ask me to recite poetry
But, in all honesty,
You are too beautiful for words
So I’ll just admire you – silently.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
This is no ordinary love affair
This is more than devil-may-care
Even the angels had better beware
When you’re in this deep
You’re bound to lose sleep
The path of love is steep
But the peak is the place to be
With you there beside me
Looking ahead – together eternally.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
I never believed in love at first sight
Till I saw you –
I stumbled, as if I’d lost my sight,
And fell in love with you.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Snow White, once you were the epitome of all I could want
Now I wouldn’t even piss on you, you shitty cunt
You used to hold your nose whenever I came near
Now you’ve got my head in your mouth, my dear
– Suck it –
Mummy and Daddy set sail and conquered the world
Planning to pass it on to their little boy and girl
All the atrocities that were committed in your name
But you never spoke out
Because they appealed to your vanity
Snow White, aren’t you ashamed of your history?
People are still dying as a result of your legacy.
A nation of shopkeepers united to create the Supreme Capitalist
Bible in one hand and a gun in the other fist
They exploited, robbed, and killed to get hold of the purse-strings
Your grandfathers were Top Dog only because of the business
Your short-sighted, narrow-minded, pigheaded vanity
Made you, Your Majesty, believe it would last for eternity
The British Empire was built on sand
The tide of Time has washed it away
You’ll be submerged sooner than you think
Learn to swim – or sink
Snow White, you were not ordained by any god to rule anybody
Each and every Darkie can satisfy and lord it over your body.
Snow White, you’ve got oceans of blood on your hands
The ghosts of the dead have risen seeking vengeance
We gloat at the falling of the mighty through their own folly
Now it’s our turn to rob you and go home with all your lolly
Please realise your slaves are now your masters –
Once upon a time you spat on my ancestors
Did you really treat my father like that?
Well, you know what you and your daughters can expect!
Snow White, we’ve played it to your rules long enough
Now we’re beating you at your own game – tough.
Your song is played out, Miss Piggy
(That old bulldog isn’t barking so loud now)
Now I’m paying your piper to play my tune
Snow White, you love it when I walk all over you
Your white man can’t even dream of
The things I can actually do – to you
I’m going to knock you down and fuck you
To shock you out of your complacency
Your song is played out, Miss Heavenly
Angel child, you must come back down to earth
You were sentenced at the moment of your birth
You must be punished for the worst sin:
You were born with a white skin
Snow White, the salty seeds of Truth are hard to swallow
But swallow them you must – right now.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.