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.
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.
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 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.
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)
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.
Hard work + Hard work = Dig foundation deep
Hard work + Talent = Top of the heap
Hard work + Gifted = That’s the giant leap.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.
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.
At first old age seems so distant
At the last youth went past in an instant
Precious time wasted we can never regain
We will never be this young again.
Time is tick tocking away so fast
We have to clock it and make it last
If your time runs out nothing will remain
We will never be this young again.
Old age is just around the corner
The summer sun will fade to winter
This one life will never come again
We will never be this young again.
Live this one life on your terms
Live it before you are food for the worms
Avoid every trap, break every chain
We will never be this young again.
Master yourself, be captain of your fate
Your destiny depends on what you create
Life is a sum total of loss or gain
We will never be this young again.
This day leave your mark near and far
This day write your name on every star
This day do all that you can
We will never be this young again.
Even a king cannot hold back the tide
What counts is what you have inside
Queen of my heart forever reign
We will never be this young again.
We receive only as much as we give
Take my hand, together we will live
True love is the cure for every pain
We will never be this young again.
Hold me close, let me go never
Kiss me sweet, kiss me forever
Kiss with such passion we go insane
We will never be this young again.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
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.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly
In that instant gravity will bar you from the sky …
Old age unavoidable, no matter how hard you try
“Believe! Believe! Never doubt yourself,” the angels sigh
BELIEVE with all your heart and, of course, you CAN fly.
( variation on a line by Peter Pan )
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
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.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
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