O’ you lousy rat called Fear
Let me make myself quite clear
The wounds from you are running deep
Tonight I plan to catch some sleep
You hide in your hole. You don’t come out
Then suddenly you start running about
You bring your other friends with you
Depression, anxiety and insomnia too
Your days are numbered I hope you know
Pack your bags for you must go
Tonight I look you in the eye
As I wave to you goodbye
You think of me as a piece of wreck
Come out now let me wring your neck
Category: Life
Is This The World For Me?
Mama, is this the world you left for me?
Violence as far as I can see
Sometimes I feel so helpless, weak and small
I wish I was never born at all
Ousted from the door of heaven’s shine
Betrayed by all that I held divine
Darkness and fright have come and kept me
Mama, is this the world for me?
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Papa, is this the life you meant for me?
Freedom is seldom or never free
I don’t know what is happening when
Demons I see in guise of men
Hunting their brothers just to pretend
The glory will rein and never end
A hundred deaths and battles before me
Papa, this ain’t the world for me
World Is Ending
World is ending, world is ending
People pack your bags
I know you don’t believe me for
You’ve heard a lot of gags
This time I am quite certain
We are nearing doom
So hide yourself in nooks and
Corners of your room
Or just come out in the open
See what I do see
Nature can be beautiful but
She can also be angry
Doomsday
How wonderful it would be
If the world was destroyed tomorrow
Humans wiped out completely
No happiness, no sorrow
Planets will keep turning
With no animals nor birds
Stars will keep burning
No compliments, no hurting words
Just mountains, dust and sand
Tell me, don’t you agree with me?
Just water, air and land
How wonderful it would be
I Left The Window Open And Boredom Came In
I left the window open
And boredom came in
I dropped my pen and paper
All that I was writin’
A little while later
She took her leave, was gone
‘Twas far too late now
The damage was done
12 Things For A Beautiful Day
A compliment that makes you fly
A joke that makes you cry
Feeling the warmth of the sun
Snuggling on a couch with a loved one
Smell of beautiful fresh flowers
Singing in the shower
Free time to yourself
Random act of kindness to someone else
Sight of birds flying south
Chocolate melting in your mouth
Sipping coffee while listening to a rainfall
A simple poem to top it all
This City Has No Rock & Roll School
This city has no rock & roll school
No rock & roll course
They’re teaching math to fools
Consent being enforced
So I pack my bags now
Wear my blue suede shoes
Pick my guitar and vow
To blow away my blues
This city has no rock & roll school
So I am on my way
To a place where the fools
Have a guitar to play
Time, Time, Where Have You Gone?
Time, time, where have you gone?
I’ve been looking for you everywhere
Just when I thought I had you caught
You slipped and ran away
Time, time, where have you gone?
I need you to heal my wounds
Wait for me. Don’t fly away
Have you grown new wings?
Life Of A Poet – Part 4
Losers weepers, finders keepers
Never say die. Let sleeping dogs lie
Live and learn. Walk before you run
Look before you leap. As you sow, you reap
Where there’s a will there’s a way
The mice play when the cat’s away
Grasp all, lose all
Pride comes before a fall
Curiosity killed the cat. Laugh loud and grow fat
Blind leads another blind. Seek and you shall find
Be clear if you know it
Confuse if you’re a poet
I’m Sitting Lonely At The Shore
I’m sitting lonely at the shore
Watching the waves crash
Some birds are singing melodies
Others make a dash
To the nearest ball of cloud
Stuffing up the sky
Fills my head with wonder
Spectacles my eyes
Though I have no one with me
I don’t feel alone
Nature is right next to me
And I feel at home
Frank Solanki 