ALL THE THINGS THAT THE WORDS DO NOT SAY

I wish I were a painter, to draw the pictures and paint the concepts that words cannot hold – my words. I believe there are greater poets now and ever, better writers, greater wordists, because I’ve tried and tried but still I’ve not succeeded in telling you what I know. I cannot form it in words, I cannot form it in thoughts, I just know it and understand that it is the world of things which the words have never said.

You cannot tell a woman that you love her. The moment you say it, it is gone. You can tell a man the truth, but you cannot tell him what the truth is – only he must find it out for himself one day. You cannot describe beauty in words. Even the beauty of a beautiful poem cannot be put into poetry again. You did it without thinking – and the moment you started thinking, you did not see it again.

Think a little – little thoughts…

A picture is still worth a thousand and one words. A woman wounded me mortally, yet try as I did, I could not explain in words what she did, and yet I know it Clearly.

You can never change anybody but yourself, because you are the one person to whom you can speak without words, always. And once there is truth, then there is nothing more to say. You can only say the truth, my brother, but you cannot make anybody understand. But, take heart… silence teaches the last lesson finally finally finally finally.

All the things that the words do not say, silence says always.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

I SAW A TEMPTER

I heard a whisper
Which made more sense than it could have
And less sense than
It did

I felt a touch
Which was more intimate than it could have been
And less intimate than
It was

I met a stranger
Who looked more familiar than he should have
And less familiar than
He did

I perceived an odour
Which smelled nicer than it must have
And fouler than
It could

And then I saw a tempter
Who seemed exactly like I knew
A tempter ought not to be
Yet I knew it was temptation
Because it never answered my smile

Not the smile you see on my face
But the smile
That lives, always silent, in my heart

And the tempter
Does not answer this smile
Because how can you answer
What you don’t hear?

The silent smile who waits so gentle
Resides in everybody’s heart,
And anything that answers not my smile
Is not mine.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.