His tan to my pale

Our eyes were the first to meet 

Laughter drew us together 

Our perceptions and biases kept us apart 

Our lips still ache in passing 

We still hope our dreams unite us at night

Too caught up in rhetoric 

To see it never mattered who was right 

You say red i say blue 

I say false you say true 

It wasn't ever a real thing 

That kept it from being real,

It was that we place upon perception 

A Value far too great 

Through the eyes of countless strangers 

Telling us to hate 

Isn't it funny? 

All we want is love

But not if social media does not subscribe 

So we lament and wasted our chance

Because it wasn't our time 

The haters said so 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

never place importance on the masses just do your thing and you'll kick asses on the way to your dreams. Let nothing get in the way of love! 

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word_man's picture

if  it`s eal it will

if  it`s eal it will happen,bad to hunge for one another


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If its real differences and

If its real differences and past regrets won't matter only the future. Yes i agree. Nothing can stop real love, but there's a whole bunch trying this way and that to divide us from our devine purpose which is communion. You can't validate one by negating the other. That's a power grab, a commune. Validate each other, that's a mindful, collaborative and productive community.


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

word_man's picture

it will come,i have faith in

it will come,i have faith in love


ron parrish

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What a fantastic thing to

What a fantastic thing to say! Perfect! <3


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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yeap

yeap


ron parrish

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The sadness in the poem is

The sadness in the poem is very poignant, but those last two lines are shattering.  During my adolescence, my real (and not merely wished-for) first love, though late in that process, was never expressed, much less consummated, because of the haters, and their sense of an unpropitious time.  I was so concerned about what people might think, although I had learned, from the French novelist George Sand (writing a hundred and forty years before that) that most people do not know how to think.  I liked that idea in theory, but was then too much of a coward to defy the haters' thoughtlessness.  Thanks for posting such a morally profound poem.


Starward

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I love your commentaries. So

I love your commentaries. So enlightened and well put! You reach eloquently into the soul of the matter and lay it bare but so thoughtfully, that there is less doubt and more complicit agreement! Blessingss 


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thank you for the

Thank you for the compliment.  I am ashamed to admit what a coward I was---to love the person with whom I spent to many wonderful hours that summer, and yet unable to say "I love you" because of its radicalization by the haters.  I was way too much like Eliot's poetic character, J. Alfred Prurock, constantly asking myself, "Do I dare?" and terrified of the correct answer.  I am not proud of myself and how I was at that time; but I applaud you for reminding us, in your poetry, of what is right, morally and spiritually.


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