Make no noise, be gentle quiet
Step out in the dead of night
Take your mask and your sack
In two hours we should be back
With a bag-full of coins and gold
Enough to last us till we’re old
Aren’t you chuffed, oy Little Frank?
Wake up, son; we gonna rob a bank
Daddy don’t disturb me please
Let me have a little sleep
Banks have no cash or valuables
All their assets are digital
No need for masks, no vaults to crack
You only need to learn to hack
Which I’ll do tomorrow morn’
To pull off the world’s biggest con
Then our e-wallets will be deep
But for now just let me sleep
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Unwritten Workplace Rules: Always Laugh At Boss’ Jokes
I know he’s not funny
He never is
But when he tries
Just show your teeth
Even though it may not be fun
Laugh at his pun
Even though it may not be the best
Laugh at his jest
Even though it may not be funny
Laugh at it honey
Laugh laugh laugh
Don’t stand there and be grim
Laugh laugh laugh
Laugh along with him
Laugh laugh laugh
Even if the joke is old
Laugh laugh laugh
Do what you’ve been told
Laugh laugh laugh
Laugh like the hyenas do
Laugh laugh laugh
Except when the joke’s on you
Be A Rock
Be a rock that fears no weather
It be sunny, hail or storm
Be a rock that stands no matter
It be wintry cold or warm
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Your Dreams Are Mine
If the laws of physics forbid us
From meeting each other
Let us connect then in our dreams
Let us cross all barriers
And transcend this world
Where nothing can limit us
Nothing can hold us back
Nothing can come between us
What can we not achieve
In that sublime land?
What mountains can we not surpass?
Let us spend eternity
In these sweet dreams
Where my dreams are yours
And your dreams are mine
I Killed My Heart Before It Could Kill Me
I am a murderer
But what am I to do?
My heart had powers
To love and be loved too
But things never stay
The way you want them to
Everything fades away
But pain follows you
I took the dreaded step
Smothered the red beast
Do I regret it now?
No, not in the least
I changed my hat
I moved further east
Sometimes I am haunted
By ghosts of deceased
You know who I am
I’m free from the pain
You know who I am
Swimming in the stains
I am a ghost
I can’t complain
I am a ghost
Ever and again
I Take Another Step
I am here
Now
Walking down this cold, windy street
In black leather shoes and a warm jacket
In my thoughts
However
I am climbing a wooden staircase
That reaches for the tiny dots in the violet sky
These thoughts of mine
Are mine and mine alone
Illusory to others
Concrete and palpable to me
This world is bursting with reality
Reality that only I can experience
I take another step
Both worlds are beyond my control
I do not dictate anything or anyone
I am a fraction of two wholes
I take another step
With every blink
I shift from one reality to another
A magic portal I carry
In my iris
I take another step
Which is more real I cannot say
They both appear equally true and
Equally fantastical to me
There is a fine line between the two
With every blink
The line gets blurry
I take another step
A Bright Future?
When will I improve myself? Tomorrow
When will I chase my dreams? Tomorrow
When will I be happy? Tomorrow
Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Everything in life is suspended until that fateful day
It’s how my life is going
It’s how things are moving
It’s what I thought was right
But it’s not
It most definitely is the wrong approach because
My therapist, my astrologer and even my dog tell me that things are not going to get better for at least another ten years
Real Love
There is just one person
In my head all day
One person I think about
All the time
The person who enters my mind
In the warm mornings
And stays until it is
The dark of nights
Yes, it’s me, me and only me. There is nobody I think about except me, myself and I. Call me a narcissist. A psycopath. Or any other word your vocabulary permits. I don’t care.
Be Yourself?
They told me to
Be myself and show
The world the real
Side of me
They told me I
Need not be afraid
Of owning who I
Am and what I feel
They told me to
Not succumb to
Societal pressures
Then why is everyone avoiding me now when I am being my arrogant, snobbish, mean and smelly self?
Love: First Edition
As long as our
Love is etched
On these pages
How can it
Ever come to an end?
These pages contains
Every little detail
About you and me and us
About our relationship
About our secrets
About every tiny little detail
Soon to be compiled and published
Frank Solanki 