With Great Respect; Until You Talk

Everyone knows far more than they can say

Of course, all minds are mostly very fine

Akin to an aged precious type of wine

A very fine one...

Upon the very lucky

With a louder voice

 sans action

 only from the criminally articulate

Do come ideas divine

Without caution

The wind will show you sting

The inevitable...

 sans the lifeless ring

And so on, and so forth

 breathing in

Who we are lies

Not in what we know

But how we say it

And whom we choose to say it too

Why we choose to say anything

Anything at all really

 everything is

This place is a mystery to me

 so be it

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many answers for this poem. I liked my Grandfather wisdom. "Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Negative and bad actions will create permanent separation." Some statement do not help. Good to hold silence. I told my kids like my Grandfather told me when I left for war. "Send good words even if the things you do are hard. Grandmother worried for you daily. We don't want to make her sick with worry." I believe lies will catch you. The best we can do is stand our ground and do the right things. I don't need to lie. If I have a disagreement. I do it in private or by e-mail. Respect is earned. Knowledge is learn by reading, living and we need to think before we speak. This is good poetry. Made me think today.
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[brianborgan]

The vivid opening lines take us right into a scene of darkness and conflict, hinting at a reverse evolution that has turned men into insects and civilization into decadence: "We masturbated in the shades of a wasted heritage;/We scorpions in uniform awaiting orders to act." The first thing we learn to situate ourselves is that we are fighting "another man's war". This phrase suggests the soldiers' lack of personal posterior in the mission. It could also be read as "another of Man's wars"—which one, it scarcely matters. As the title suggests, this could be any day, any war; the idea of human progress is a joke. Unfortunately and on many levels, so is this poem a joke.

[Davidgeo]

I think you might have read the wrong poem dude. I have no idea what you're talking about.

[RibhyMay]

I really love how true this poem is. It captures the inner workings of our minds so accurately, and explains that it's not that we are holding our tongues, it is that we can't express ourselves with just words.

[Davidgeo]

The right words elude us more often than not I think... Even the most eloquent people probably have things they just can't express properly through language.

Art helps the emotionally intelligent remain relevant in an increasingly materialistic world. Some of the most important themes of human nature is not possible to express through normal conversational interaction. I would bet a lot of money that cave painting came before complex language.

[RibhyMay]

Couldn't agree more. But seriously, well done with this; it's so brilliant.