The Tongue of another man

The tongue of another man.

The residue from the tongue of another man can sting sharper than that of a wasp upon a tender cheek but takes longer to heal.

The residue from the tongue of another man can cut deeper than any dagger – set thy dagger ablaze if you dare try and match the pain. No pain, can match that from the residue from the tongue of another man.

The residue from the tongue of another man can drown one and consume the soul deeper than any locker of the deep – an ocean so blue and so cold, the collision of one’s head onto the floor of that ocean is prayed for.

The residue from the tongue of another man kills faster and more fatally than any poison that trespasses into one’s food or drink. Its kill is swifter, lighter and leaves no trace but the dried tears upon your face.

The words of another man can either encase one and lift one and embrace one like a flower in the wind.

The words of another man can be a boar. The boar is hungry, eyes forever searching – empty, unbinding, belly always growling and seeking more hearts to unfriend.

The tongue of another man is never civilised. Unlike many an organ that has made its slow metamorphose from savage to salvage, the tongue remains sharp and powerful; stupid, smart, loving, hating, blessing, cursing. The tongue remains the steepest hill and rockiest terrain. The tongue has no brain.

The tongue does not think, does not ponder. The tongue only has many a purpose – to speak, to eat, to moisten. But words remain the most painful, affecting and effecting.

The other man says he forgives, but his heart does not.

The brain is in the head, the heart is in the chest. The heart has no brain and the brain no heart. So the heart does not think and the brain cannot feel – oh but the heart is mindful and the brain is soulful. The heart and the brain are both very vital – without one there can be no other, but how so? They differ like eye from limb. The heart is blind and the brain is immobile. Indeed, they differ like grain from granule but without one- there can be no other.

Like the brain and like the heart, every large carbon of mass possesses some replica to a smaller carbon of mass; the blade of grass grows familiar to the great oak tree, but the grass is of no comparison to the great oak tree…Or is it so?

The human race is no different; like the great oak trees that stand guardian of the forest, they stand resolute, tall, independent, singular and individualised. But beneath the rich soil, they connect. Each vein, each fleshy finger intertwines – FOR THAT IS WHAT MAKES THEM STRONG! Without unity, the survival of team must be united with time and not the victims of a bee short of hive, a potential so stupidly denied. Who are you to be stupid?