Last night I wrote a stream of thought concerning the perplexities of communication involving weighty matters:

Words spoken are often misquoted,
from the onset
And the receiver of the message ignites a false fire,
fanning flames sparked within his own psyche
It's called hearing but not listening

Yet, words oft spoken and misquoted are not neccessarily ever going to be heard all the way thru in the first place.
Or second place.

It is not mandatory that one understands himself
in such a way that he is prepared to hear
what his mind fights
because it threatens a falsely inflated ego
or self-congratulatory attitude,
giving thanks to you
you
you

While the truth eludes a lie,
a liar can not grasp
or comprehend its own stench
reverberating a voice stuck on play,
repeat,
and rewind
A light left on but nobody's home

Despite the receiver's incessant light flicker
coming from inside the empty house,
casting a brighter light in the eyes of truth,
time will conquer the fits of immaturity

The giver of the word gives,
as time and experience does,
the taste buds and mechanisms required
to taste the bitter from the sweet
Thus enabling the begrudged to judge
and be judged

It is not mandatory that the giver of the word articulate in overwhelming fashion,
as to be fair
Indeed, disbelief desires a sensation,
strong and overpowering,
so much so to convince otherwise

But this be not so,
For in between the polar extremes, free agency thrives and is centered moderately and modestly near center. Conservatively and quietly allowing the waves of spite to carry the disbeliever to the extremities, on notions of pretense.