You tell me to listen to you, that you know what to believe


    But why should I listen to you over those you say deceive?


    Especially when what you say was forwarded to you and not your own


    Not from experience were you shown


    You listen to only a select group


    You’ve unlocked such a small scoop of knowledge and think you’ve tasted the whole soup


    Are you not yet starving for further intellect retrieval?


    You worry about what you listen to because you see the world in shades of good and evil


    The thing is, people see things differently and know only their own truth


    Obliviously biased, we don’t see that it rots us like a sweet tooth


    Who are you to tell others what to believe when you won’t even acknowledge how they perceive


    Do you not realize that whatever is is, no matter what is conceived


    Indeed, what difference does your differences make?


    So much is at stake, for heaven’s sake!


    It’s not that you must be careful of what you listen to but rather what you believe


    You can entertain an idea without perceiving it as a fact (-phrased into my own belief from what Aristotle told me)


    But once you have accepted something as genuine it holds your reality intact


    If you think about it, then I think you may agree that this act could in fact hold you back in your mentality


    You pack and carry these ideas with you, holding them high so that they will never get dirty from other views deemed unworthy to even listen to


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    Yet you do not recognize the separation this provokes


    If only you knew


    I hope it becomes too heavy to hold one day and shatters when it falls;


    Perhaps when those barriers are broke in truth we will soak and everyone will listen to everything that is spoke


    Truly, your piece of the picture is beautiful


    However, this universe is painted in longer strokes; oh, the things that could be if only people weren’t so judgy and critical


    Some of you have only seen such a small splash on the canvas that you don’t even accept the other colors


    It keeps you from fully feeling and understanding that we are all connected like sisters and brothers


    Do you yourself accept a certain rainbow?


    Other’s lives should never depend upon you to allow them to let their love flow


    Their choice does not have to be yours, just let them be themselves when they walk by and not feel like they have to live a lie or they will fry


    Why carve a piece and hold it above everything when we could share the entire pie?


    Should they suffer for having feelings?


    Your sharp words peel apart when they should be healing


    Can we make a deal to leave it to free will?


    Instead of hating, can you just be indifferent?


    Is it so wrong for them to be diversely different?


    Variety is not ignorant, it is nature whispering that we are all magnificent and significant


    Remember, you have never walked in their shoes and you don’t know their dues


    So stop trying to tighten their screws


    You’re just shortening their fuse when you need to let them be loose


    They are not your animal and they shouldn’t be put on your leash


    If they detained part of you, would you just obey?


    Now, sit and stay


    Lay down and behave, you’re not allowed to be gay


    Oh hooray! You’ve changed their feelings by telling them that this part of them is disgusting


    Your words, oh my, you’re rusting from their crusting


    Ew, how gross, I can’t handle your beliefs


    They enable you to treat others like you’re the emotion police


    Oh, please!


    Can’t you imagine the pain you are putting them through


    They’re part of your species; your cousins, siblings, and offspring


    It’s not like you’re going to be a part of their love making


    Now, quit forsaking


    Imagine how free our souls would be if we didn’t criticise each other’s decisions


    Our collisions need some revision to make acceptance our decision instead of just a vision


    If you speak without truly knowing, you are forming delusions


    What others say and believe is not a blow to your side of this illusion


    I try to receive without either accepting or denying like a bee hovering as he smells flowers before deciding upon which to further explore


    Gather all available information without forming preconceptions, I implore


    Maybe if we all did this then we could all understand what truly is and is not


    Together we could sort through our collective scattered thoughts


    Truth is not made to be believed, it just is and it has to be sought


    It is what it is, it can never stay buried, and it cannot be bought


    For us to fully understand, to the table acceptance must be brought


    This is the conclusion of my thought