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The Knowing

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.

 

(c) Satori Publishing, 2016.

The Power Of Compounding

Earn a penny, earn another to rub against
Earn and rub till the pennies are a pound
Earn another pound to double your money
Turn 2 pounds into 4
Turn 4 pounds into 8
Turn 8 pounds into 16
Turn 16 pounds into 32
Turn 32 pounds into 64
Turn 64 pounds into 128
Earn and turn, keep on turning
Once you are adding Zero after Zero
That is when you are really in the money.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2016.

Godfathers

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.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Baa! Baa!

Kindly I say, people are sheep
Blindly they will follow the Man
Who is certain of his destination —
Who promises them safe, warm shelter
Who sets boundaries, issues guidelines
Draws a clear map they must travel
A mirage of salvation for the worthy —
They will offer their throats to his knife.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

INGREDIENTS

First, you PREPARE
Easy Strength, smooth Skill
Muscle memory, relaxed rehearsal …
Dedicated? Obsessed? Be REGULAR
Precise, to the point, graceful
Without strain, without stress …
Then, you put it to the TEST.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Fuel Of Choice

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.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Let’s Do The Deal

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?

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

The Greatest Miracle

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.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

To Believe, Or Not

As only true greatness does
He offered the power of flight
To those who, like him,
Had flight within themselves.

In the end, it is always
A matter of belief. Always.

(wordplay with Majestie, by David Teems)

Practise The Gift

10,000 hours spread out over 10 years
1,000 hours per year of blood, sweat , tears
At least 20 hours a week
Steady climb to the peak
Bare minimum 3 hours per day
Master of the game you play.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

A Paki Still

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.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.