Tag Archives: regret

When You Hear Of My Passing

October 3, 2018PoemsDaughter, do not take sides, family, fate, Father, food for thought, history repeating itself, my one true love, personal, poison mothers, regret, Satori Publishing, Son, sorrow, too late, total love, When You Hear Of My Passingsatoripublishing2013

When you hear of my passing
Will it make you pause … and think of Life gone by
Or will you just shrug, look away, not even a sigh.
When you hear of my passing
Will it touch you enough to squeeze out one tear
Or will you continue to act as if I was never here.

When you hear of my passing
Will you at least raise your hands in prayer
Show the relatives that, deep down, you care.
When you hear of my passing
Will it warm a memory in your cold, cold heart
Will you appreciate my total love from the start.

When you hear of my passing
Slowly read these words that you did not want to hear
Acknowledge the one-way love, and the price paid so dear.
When you hear of my passing
Think of the mothers who poisoned and twisted our Fate
My father and I, you and I, we learn this much too late.

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)

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.

Baa! Baa!

December 29, 2015Poemsacross the board, Baa! Baa!, common people, cutting edge, dramatic, facing facts, higher ground, like sheep, original, passion, personal, poetic, regret, Satori Publishing, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

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?

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.

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!

In Digestion

March 31, 2014Poemsanimals, brash, cocky, crucify, cutting edge, dog eat dog, dramatic, evil men, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, In Digestion, inspire, laws of the jungle, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, predators, regret, Satori Publishing, taboo, terrorist, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionary, war crimes, war criminalsatoripublishing2013

Evil men glorify violence and relish bloodletting
Wild animals hunt whatever they feel like eating
They do not get indigestion
They are not punished by Heaven.

Only the puny prey kneel down to pray
Predators stand tall to pass Judgement each Day
Big Bellies have the choice, they choose to eat well
Without conscience, without fear, to hell with Hell.

Rape, pillage, steal their Land while they sleep in their beds
Cut off their water, cut off their oxygen, cut off their heads
Chop up the children, crucify the mothers
Castrate the fathers — they are all born losers.

It is a dog eat dog world we live in
Strength is a virtue, weakness a sin
The marked victims pray they will survive somehow
The ‘chosen’ terrorists will take the lion’s share now.

The king of the jungle is king for a reason
He kills and eats and kills for that position
He will never get indigestion
He will never be punished by Heaven.

(variation on comments by a War Criminal)

I’m Not Going To Make It

March 17, 2014Lyrics/Songsartistic, aspire, betrayal, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, higher ground, I'm Not Going To Make It, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, major surgery, original, passion, personal, poetic, regret, Satori Publishing, self-development, slow poison, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

The light of distant stars is beginning to fade
The moon has no choice but to stay in the shade
My airy fairy dreams were built on sand
One by one each grain is slipping through my hand
It is bad luck, or just something I lack
It is one step forward and three steps back
What I want most is just out of reach
It has always been just … out … of … reach
I tried to aim for the nearest star
But even the nearest was much too far.

The immensity of it all makes me feel so small
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me …
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
The abyss is calling me … calling me to fall.

They dangle the prize before my gullible eyes
Use smoke and mirrors to mangle anyone who tries
I was born with nothing, but they promise everything
Fame and fortune, if I dance to their tune, if I sing
Their songs of freedom, democracy, equality
‘We are all the same’, but I have no Equity
I am to blame for being no good at the game
I am to blame for drowning in my own shame
The dreams I dared to dream given the boot
The hopes I cherished the most cut at the root.

The Big Boys have lined me up for their Big Con
I am looking straight into the barrel of a Big Gun
I am on the ledge looking out at the desolate wasteland
I am on the edge looking down into the pits of a Dark Land
The demons of damnation are howling my name
The burning flames spell out everlasting shame
The hounds of hell are snapping at my heels
Is there one person out there who knows how it feels?
If the light goes out there is nothing left inside
The moment I give up on my dream I commit suicide.

Oh, god, I have tried so hard
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it
Oh, god, I have tried so hard to reach you
I’m not going to make it
I’m not going to make it.