Shutdown

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Not so for me, 'cause my mind starts slowing.
When the way becomes hard, and I don't know what to do,
the thinker that is in me, gets thrown all askew.
The ideas stop coming, as panic sets in,
eyes become unseeing, as the world begins to spin.
Then, everything blackens, everyone fades away
The walls shoot up, and reality goes astray.
Completely unaware, and utterly alone.
The shutdown is complete, till the crisis is gone.
I am but a weakling.......not an oak, just a reed.
If ever you're in trouble, I'm the last person you need.

Plastic Emotions

It's hard to deceive the world,
never show how you feel.
To exhibit a heart of melting butter,
though it lies in a case of steel.
To be nothing you believe in,
be soft, though you be hard.
To sheath the blades of your soul
and put on a smiling facade.
You make them all believe,
with them is where you belong.
You cover up your thorns,
and try to play along.
Plastic emotions, never real.
Cruelty, fury concealed.
Painted over, deep and dense,
to never be revealed.
Underneath beats a stony heart,
waiting, to be set free.
Stone...not just in hardness,
but in it's unchanging eternity.

Clumsy

Also written quite long back.

Flying, flying
looking around.
Ah! there it is!
The perfect place.
Down I go,
Dive! DIVE!
Tree! Too Close!
Trim wings, SWERVE!!
I'm through, I'm safe!
Must remember this next time.....
Down again,
to land now.
Circle, spiral
tighter now.
Wings flare,
air brake!
Skimming the sand
slowing down.
Feet out,
all ready.........oooh!
BUMP! CRASH! RATTLE!
gravel, stones, ROCKS!!
................................
I think I broke my tail.

Common sense

this is one of my older works. forgive the rambling structure, but i think it makes a fairly humorous read.

It was while traveling in the train
I got a chance to use my brain
Small it is, that I concede
even so, I say, take heed
of what I say shall happen whence
you think too much of common sense.
Where has common sense got us?
Why do we make such a fuss
of sticking to reality
and senseless practicality?
Think sometimes with the heart, I say.
Let it take you far away
from concrete jungles thick and dense.
The cages wrought by common sense.
Using it just makes us see,
with less of it how free are we.
For once, just do what u feel is best
and give that common sense a rest.

The Song of Day

Creeping over the faded blue
spreads a blush so shy and new.
Slowly, quietly clears the way
for the coming glorious day.
Now appears a fledgeling ray,
the golden first of a golden day,
fondling awake a million heads
of creatures asleep in their beds.
Hark! the wings stir in the trees
and voices rise on the morning breeze.
Some step boldly, some are shy.
Alone or in herds, they run, jump, fly.
Under the eye of the overhead Sun,
the life that belongs to Day is begun.
On and on, at leisure and in haste,
until the sunlight dims in the west.
Chattering and chirping, they head their way.
Time's come to rest, its the end of the day.
Now they slumber, alike bird and beast,
and wait for the Sun to smile in the east.

Night

A lone star shines in the velvety expanse,
and the fireflies begin their glittering dance.
As pinpricks appear in the darkling sky,
the creatures of Night come, cautious and shy.
Quiet now, hear the millions prowl.
A soft rush of wings from the swooping owl.
They fly, they run, they leap and crawl.
They come in answer to Midnight's call.
Unheard by your ears, by your eyes unseen,
the song of the dark is set to begin.
Dancing and singing in the purple night,
they hum and they thrum, a merry sight.
Oh! The East lightens, Dawn has come.
As one they all scatter from the glaring sun.
And now they wait, silent, yet alive,
for the skies to darken, for Night to arrive.

Scrap

never will I relent
or be ever unbent
fly leap and jump
over, land and..*BUMP!*
be unbent with my dent.