Words Specifically

Collecting words has resulted into a lifetime of gathering. now I am choosing which words to send you; I send you choice words on special days, and specific words on chosen days. I share words that are specific to ‘’The cause’ ’or for a special occasion. Ruling words, boss words, succinct and specific... Comical words. healing, or forgiving words. When hungry I feed you with my words. I add spice. Some call them explicit- My words are a collection of selections, choice words for all occasions. when I am speaking, one or more of my words may offend or diss you. but not really... words should not be apologetic because you should know "They" are subject to interpretation. Even the "truth" can be told with a slant, what I say may be a rant.! Like when I have to explain to lames the reason "all lives, and "black lives matter" is not the same! There are degrees of lame, and some are so far gone; Can’t even begin to explain.! (where to start" where to start"?) My thoughts may not always be calibrated to represent exactly what I meant.! words I use to establish a thought, or concept; May not be what you understand it to represent... I am not of this establishment. It ti's I attempting, but not always bringing forth a meeting of the mind. ‘’ Getting understanding,’’ is another human’ ‘ ’is a feat.’’ Communicating for another being to receive you ‘’is a feat.’’ Most minds are out of reach. Getting through to them is…like a security breach. How certain words make you feel; Is felt by your subliminal choice.! Once I am involved It’s a Mystery to solve. How you apply them to your wounds is your call. all depends on their appeal to your ears. You can retreat, or feel defeated. you may feel these words need be repeated! Or just ignored, that’s not my fault. Somehow; Those particular words struck you peculiar...did not suite you; yet, you suited up and wore them. Walked around all day feeling some kind of way... Until they felt familiar. And eventually owned them! Wearing wanton words... Those word that did not suit you. Did not fit you... But you wore them anyway... and somehow that's not my fault. Maybe you were thinking They were food for thought! Before contemplating. You ate them up. You devoured those words. Those crazy-spicy words that were sprinkled Heavy -handedly over my sentences Like salt from a salt shaker. Sadly,only you could make the decision on how those words affected you. You choose to bond with those words. Claimed that to be your truth. Being willfully ignorant is not so blissful after all; No names were called That means those words… specifically spoke to you; So, you knew!