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Princess Paki-Lover

November 1, 2013Poemsacross the board, birth mother, brash, circumcised, converts to Islam, cutting edge, death mother, Die Princess Die, dramatic, facing facts, Family Firm, grease the brakes, grief, heartache, hidden hand, higher ground, love, lust, major surgery, original, Pakistani, personal, poetic, powers at work, princess, Princess Paki-Lover, regret, Satori Publishing, sexual, taboo, terror, the Balcony, the Garden Party, timeless, universal, vengeance, visionary, white wogssatoripublishing2013

The mother of the future king screwing around with Muslims
The mother of the future king being cocked by a Muslim
The mother of the future king sucking the circumcised knob of a Muslim
The mother of the future king marrying a fucking Muslim

The mother of the future king having the babies of a Muslim
The future king having half-brothers and sisters that are Muslim
The future : half-breed Pakis drinking tea at the Garden Party
The future : half-breed Pakis waving to our people from The Balcony

How can we stand by and let that happen?
How can we let Her House win in the long run?
How can we just hand over the loot of generations?
Then watch her draw Her Line in another direction?
How can we stand by and let that happen?

Nightmare : she gloats with power once her son is on the throne
Dream : we mourn over her coffin once we have cut her down
But how? How? Without a hint, a whiff, a whisper?
Above all suspicion, in plain view, not one pointing finger

Do it before she marries a camel-shagging sand-nigger Muslim
( At least the Bastard ginger is a genuine White fake )
Do it before she excretes a jiggaboo, or converts to Islam
Someone must royally grease the brakes

In the end she will be remembered for wearing a dress
She lived splashed by the Press and she will die flashed by the ‘Press’
To the Tower — No — take the traitor to the Tunnel …
( While the birth mother called her a paki-loving whore )
The death mother steered her towards the lucky 13th pillar

“Powers at work about which we have no knowledge”
Medics worked for forty minutes to doctor the carnage
Our ‘Man at the Scene’ scratched on her tomb
“She was not pregnant — I looked into her womb”

The fucking Pakis will be buried at her funeral
The rest will drive taxis, and pay us tax
We will wait for public opinion to relax
Her Golden Boy will be our crowning jewel
The Firm will go back to Business As Usual …

Godhead

November 1, 2013Poemsaspire, creative, cutting edge, dramatic, facing facts, Godhead, higher ground, inner sanctum, inspire, joy, lifestyle, love, meaning of life, original, passion, personal, poetic, revelation, Satori Publishing, secrets revealed, self-development, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

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.

My Bloody Pump

November 1, 2013Poemsdramatic, facing facts, grief, heartache, love, major surgery, mechanics of love, My Bloody Pump, original, personal, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

My heart is just an organ for pumping blood
Who made it an Authority on feeling Emotion?
What the hell does it know about Love?

Just a little muscle designed to circulate blood –
Damn you, heart, stick to your one and only function
Or I’ll tear you out and throw you in the stove!

Advise From One Who Regrets

November 1, 2013Poemsacross the board, Advise From One Who Regrets, Cycle, dramatic, facing facts, joy, original, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

Make hay while you may
Spring has such a short stay
Summer too will soon melt away
Ripe fruit will fall and decay
So listen well to what I say
Your youth will soon fade away
If you don’t make hay while you may
You will regret it to your dying day.

Convert

November 1, 2013PoemsConvert, joy, love, passion, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

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.

Kashmir

November 1, 2013Poemsheaven on earth, joy, Kashmir, love, original, Pakistani, personal, poetic, Satori Publishing, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you were the last words
On the lips of a dying man
You moved a Mughal, and the common herds
Have been touched since the world began;

‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ you are a haven for songbirds
You are a jewel set in a valley so rare
‘Kashmir, O, Kashmir,’ your beauty is beyond words
The woman has yet to be born who can compare;

Kashmir, your name is always on my lips
I love your majestic mountains crowned with snow
Your silver streams, and hills rolling like a woman’s hips
And your flower-choked lagoons that smell just so;

Time is the longest distance between two places
Kashmir, I work abroad but my heart remains with you
My mind’s eye can see each of your angelic faces
O, Kashmir, Kashmir, when I die I want to be buried in you.

The Family Tomb

November 1, 2013Poemsfacing facts, grief, heartache, lust, personal, regret, Satori Publishing, The Family Tomb, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

Your husband gets on top of you as if
He’s going to pray
You lie there frozen stiff
Nothing else to do or say;
The rocking motion only reminds you of
Your immortal schooldays when
Boys tore your knickers off
And injected you with sweet pain …

People like you are all the same
You start with the best of intentions
Family tradition is chiefly to blame
And cowardice … which no-one mentions;
Your father’s disease and your mother’s poison
Were inherited by you while still in the womb
And in turn you’ll be taught to pass them on
Your children too must be buried alive in the family tomb …

All your material possessions
Have bought you security
All your empty exhibitions
Earn my hateful pity;
You were never brave enough
To cut the cord and fly
You rejected the boy who gave you love
Now your heart must wither and die.

Snow White

November 1, 2013Poemsacross the board, brash, cocky, cutting edge, dramatic, end of the line, facing facts, major surgery, original, passion, personal, Satori Publishing, Snow White, universal, vengeancesatoripublishing2013

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.

Paki Brown

November 1, 2013Poemsaddiction, end of the line, facing facts, grief, heartache, heroin, major surgery, Paki Brown, regret, Satori Publishing, sweet poison, universalsatoripublishing2013

Paki Brown, you’re a harmless-looking powder
But you do more damage than a ton of gunpowder
Just one gram is such a heavy load
You blow off my head every time you explode;
Paki Brown, you really turn me on
You’re such a joyous poison
I’m trapped in the instant you set me free
Paki Brown, you’ll be the death of me.

Paki Brown, you’re making the big guns filthy rich
But you’re killing me slowly inch by inch
Once I chased your dragon with every breath
Now your dragon is chasing me to a slow death;
Paki Brown, you’re distributed by pillars of society
They’re getting fat off my painful ecstasy
You’re the only one who can orgasm my whole body
Beautiful poison, you’ll be the death of me.

Paki Brown, you’re a High Priest spreading the habit
Your burning sermon says our lives are empty without it
We take a daily trip to your temple of doom
A one-way journey that will be over soon;
Paki Brown, without you I’ve got the world on my shoulders
With you and without you it’s pure bloody murder
Paki Brown, you never fail to make me feel carefree
Sweet, sweet poison, you’ll be the death of me.

In Memoriam

November 1, 2013Poemsaspire, In Memoriam, joy, love, Mughal, original, passion, personal, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, Taj Mahal, timeless, universal, visionarysatoripublishing2013

Give me full possession of your body and soul
And, just like that great Mughal,
To show you I’m no run-of-the-mill lover
I’ll build the Taj Mahal for you twice over …
Though it too would erode as time went by
Therefore I’ll write your name on every star in the sky.

Muse

November 1, 2013Poemsaspire, brash, higher ground, inspire, joy, love, Muse, passion, personal, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

After calling you my moon
I realise it’s not enough;
I spoke too soon –
The moon’s only worth half my love;

This time I’ll get it right:
Moonbeams are just a reflection
The main source of light –
You are my sun.

Beyond Compare

November 1, 2013Poemsaspire, Beyond Compare, higher ground, joy, love, passion, poetic, romantic, Satori Publishing, seduction, Shakespeare, timeless, universalsatoripublishing2013

Let Shakespeare compare his love to a summer’s day
Your worth can only be appreciated on a winter’s night
White snow, black ice, cold winds cannot hold sway
Your warm, warm body wrapped around mine so tight;

When you move the world stops to stare
You give me strength – and make me weak
Flowers are fair, diamonds are rare
But you are unique.