There are times when you will want to write, but you find it hard to do that with with the pen.

Today is not for the Poet

There is nothing poetic about today
To discuss with the almightier pen
The drives for inspiration is cold
My composer mind is concealed
My strength to dance with pen is dead
My Wholeheartedness is snoozing
Today is not for the poet
Something seems to be wrong
Inside the mid of my heart
Nothing seems wrong with my outward
The golden smiles on my face is lying
The poet spirit is week
But the body is willing

The cloud looks so dark today in my inner eyes
The hammering of the thunder is cruel to my left ear
The rumble is shaking the house top in parallax wave
The moon is coming home late like a snowball
The lightning lights is carving words of wisdom
The Mind is inside the heart of a man
The drawing languages non-new to the sun
The vanity human is sleeping in harsh thoughtfulness

Emptiness of this mind in my heart
Silent heaps over my thought
Nothing to twigs inside and around me
Words comes because it flows
As no inspiration comes when the mind is closed
Wandering unhappy mind tripping in deep
Now there is a wonder in the galaxy
confusing my emotion during the dark hours
When relief seems to have eluded grief
And the scent of the deep thought vanished
Today is not for the poet

Raining on a sunny day
The meteor is not for all eyes
The righteous die with sinners in the battle
Turmoil in the sky of hope
As my heart is glass-half-empty
With many invisible jingle of noises
My ears can smell it far away
When the thunder strike in the desert
Flooding is inevitable

Wonder shall always create path for the poet
Enthusiasm of cosmos exercises
Voiding voyage of author but an actor
To the part of the world of the poet
How long will things stagger and fumble
And stuck to this empty past
To loss my genes as a bravery poet
And spiral me in the twinge of deferment
Until things seems so wrong today
Inside the mind of my heart
When comfort is never happiness

Today is not for the poet
Another dawning seems so close
For another day of uncertainty
To break forth to a new light
And walk majestically with inward–outward confident
In the city of the poets
Where the poet sword must be wheel again
To give courage in the face of secluded challenges


Stanley. E. Asia