When I write
I am
When I don’t
I am not.
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When I write
I am
When I don’t
I am not.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
I will kill you
So that I can live
I will take your life
So that I can have a better life
Personal satisfaction
The desire of every creature
Self – preservation
The first law of Nature
Plant the bomb
And walk away
You fight to kill them
To live another day
Now here is the jest
To make your jaw drop
Paddy never wore a vest
Paki blows HIMSELF up.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
We’ve done it, we’ve pulled it off
They fell for it without a murmur
They swallowed it hook, line and sinker
We’ve gotten away with murder
No one asked why when we told the Big Lie
“The terrorist was cooking up a curry and rice bomb”
The mixture in every kitchen is pie in the sky
“We foiled the plot by shooting the vindaloo bum”
Not a question asked, not a doubt raised
No one bothered to look past the smokescreen
Our security forces were all highly praised
Hand on heart, singing, “More profit to the Queen”
Our Media will sugar-coat the pill
Our way of life is preserved
The little pigs will eat this swill
The Paki got what he deserved.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
If you write It
It is a job of work
If it writes itself
It is a work of Art.
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Ask the question
Get the answer
Question the answer.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
” Hold Conscious Thought the way you hold your breath ”
The Eye that sees itSelf – everything, everything else is death;
The human brain is the greatest miracle in the known universe
But Conscious Thinking makes that blessing a great curse.
If you understand it
And you apply it
You will understand the gods
And how they apply it.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.
It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.
It’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
It’s what she wants, it’s the way she’s wired
She has to spread her legs, she has to play the game
Different strokes with different blokes keep her fired;
You keep seeing the images in your brain
It breaks your heart, it tortures your head
An ocean of soap can’t remove the stain
You’ve got a poxy whore in your bed.
It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.
She makes eyes at the guys all over town
She takes off her clothes, she offers herself
She moves, she grooves, she goes down …
You’re at home sitting on the shelf;
She’s out of sight but that’s not the issue
Her actions are in your mind taunting you …
After he’s done she wipes it with a tissue
Then walks it back home good as new.
It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.
She’s so dirty, but talks so beautiful
She talks of virtue, and then cheats on you
She talks of faith, and is then unfaithful
She talks of trust, and then betrays you;
You made your bed with a smiling snake
You placed a stone on top of your heart
You put up with it for the children’s sake …
They’ve grown up – it’s time to make a fresh start.
It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
From the countless herd only a few can manage
I stand before you
If you made me in your own image
I stand before you
My life’s work has been to pay homage
I stand before you
I have forged myself in your image
I stand before you
You set the mark and I rose to the challenge
I stand before you
Acknowledge the effort – pay me homage
I stand before you.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
The religion I believe in
One in a billion
This mind, heart, soul, all within
I am my own religion
One in a billion.
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If you write it, they will come
In recognition
If it is right, they will come
By the million.
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It’s the work. The work.
The creating. The creation;
It’s the process that counts.
The process. The end product
That’s the life. That is life.
It’s not the bright flash, or the cheap trash
It’s not the hot, easy pussy or the cold, hard cash
It’s not the media, using smoke and mirrors to dupe
It’s not the circus, tittle tattle, the mix of the soup;
What you create, the body of work,
With your name on it :
That will be remembered
When it’s added up and numbered
The work will live on
After you are long gone.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.
Deliberate beforehand, decisive during
Speed, force, be overpowering
Fate, destiny, at your command
Power, control, in your hand
The end result is already known
It is for you to take the crown
Decide. Move. Be deliberate.
(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.