The Poem I Wrote About Writing

My voice is silent

Though my words resonate

Despite speaking with a pen

I've found a way to clearly state

Thoughts and images

Thrown about between dendrites

Neuro-transmitted chemical thoughts

Interpreted sounds and sights

All expressions of a wave

A function of frequency

Every particle a wave

Building something you can see

From something no one knows is there

We see a hole where light should be

Our tools to primitive to see

We see what we tell the tools to see

They reflect only what we know to tell them to

But how to build a sensor to

Detect what the stars won't share

The stars shed light

But not much else

Enhancing sight

Enhancing self

Without the light

Of all the stars

I could not see

To etch the page

Marking it with careful words

Chosen from an elite few

The favoured tools of he who wields

The pen so deftly

To write indelibly

Words which otherwise

Fall on deaf ears

Here for you to read

As if the only way to speak

Is with a pen on paper

Otherwise the words will fail

Verbal sounds are just too weak

Too feeble for communication

What is said must be heard

It must be known, understood

For that I must write my words

For those who still may understand

The written language of the hand

The unspoken tongue of the pen itself

And if some do not relate

If they cannot speak the language

The koine of pen in hand

Who am I to demonstrate

The proper way to enunciate

Without the lips

Without the voice

A second chance

A better choice

For talking elongates the words

Draws them out

Requires more cognition

To say the right words

Within a timeline

And social construct

Written words

Must be formed

With careful cogent cognizance

Observance of the rules

Regulations on the form

A way to speak without the voice

Raising a voice for all to hear

All who listen

All who know what they are hearing

For many hear but few decipher

What words mean

If they are real

Of course they're real

But all that's said

In this verbal tongue today

Are fragments, vague depictions

Abbreviated contractions

Imperfect reflected refractions

Redactions, infractions

Editors' reactions

To a preservation of the form

Rejection, ejection

It makes no money anymore

And so to keep the vultures sated

Something perfect must be hated

Something old and time-protected

Words painstakingly perfected

Given meaning by the context

How the tools are used

With other tools to bring results

Like cards in a game

They go together

Endlessly combined

To win a game

A battle on a mental field

The war for intellect

Is won by flashing lights

Thumping throbbing sounds

Waves of energy

Radiating from a single source

Interfering, causing patterns

Rearranging to fit observation

Conforms to meet our expectations

If these words define experience

The definition is reality

The words are truly what we see

Your world is not the same to me

Words fit together in such a way

As to provide a means to say

For you so you understand

What occurs between mind pen and hand

Without the pen the mind is idle

Without the mind the pen is dead

Without the hand neither speaks

Sure the mind can use the mouth

To say what occupies small minds

To say what flies so openly

From tops of heads

So impulsive

Predictable

So rehearsed

To write

Or paint

Or play

Is an improvement

On verbal communication

A way to say

What the voice cannot

The voice of passion

From within

Which only needs the lips

To say what art cannot itself say

What is not said

By the most articulate part

The part that shows itself the least

The only part that counts

The soul

The structure of

Consciousness