Stranger in Strange Crowd
STRANGER IN STRANGE CROWD
Dreams stranger’s path divide
from crowd’s uneven t[h]read
who's tissue, issues poorly understood, through dread
is left behind, swirls second rate as flotsam on life's tide,
noise windmills, senses silent, life-blood sped,
bled white, so often fearing fear, by wisdom wide,
unblessed, unsteady set sights low instead.
Despite stress, sentiments denied, imagination set aside,
stranger story stores till head heeds heart, until desires well led
fire understanding rich allied with empathy sustaining ride.
Swift Pegasus is supplied
with neither saddle, A to Zed accoutrements life tears to shreds
when vested interests, motives pure collide.
Defy temptations of soft ride
along straight road which, comfort fed,
selects ‘safe way’, too often dreads
free choice, autonomy. Self-pride
corresponds to quest for bread.
Distrust that moment Fortune’s tide
entwines in fickle thread
conformity, convention wed.
Scorn empty homage, those who glide
through vain p[l]ain life, misled.
Survival instinct, safe homestead, a ‘living wage’, priorities
appear, as opportunities to seize as each spins finite set
tripped, snipped, then ripped by Norms with ease.
Far from madding crowd who dares assign
himself true rôle in life, who thinks,
who sifts chaff, grain, drains lees from wine, palms pearls from swine?
Who, intact, acts and interacts, discerning fiction, facts,
opposes expedience, authority which hoodwinks
manipulated herd unheard, which lacks
true overview impartial, thus reacts
rather than responds, its armour: chinks.
On each new generation weigh rigid systems spawned by Fate unkind.
As pawns most men play puppet parts in Time’s relay game of tiddly-winks.
Is search for self through mirrored minds
just base reflection on sight lost?
Insisting on base ‘skills’ man finds
intuitions atrophy - cost
greater than he thinks.
We must rethink, must redefine
reference frames most use today,
foresee the patterns Change will sign
as chance advances sans delay,
prints the future’s inks.
Stranger in crowd learns to disguise
rainbow to grey coats' pinstripe ways of thought,
'won't look too good nor talk too wise',
yet still attracts attention, caught
by paradox or kinks.
Stranger in crowd in any guise
knows his goal’s not what others taught,
retains ability surprise - not what they thought
[s]he thought they thought they sought.
Reward: solitude's sinks.
Learning is a process which reminds
of staged cocoon to chrysalid
endlessly repeated until hope's blinds
are drawn, we're hid, nailed neath yoke coffin lid,
‘and Lethewards do sink.’
Restraints of social intercourse
pass through a metamorphosis
soon held acceptable divorce
none dare dismiss
between who sips, who drinks
Pierian spring whose sprays revitalize
the search for source.
New challenges set minds ablaze,
speed rate man needs to change his course,
as once wild world shrinks.
It is difficult to integrate
progress, change, to leave behind
tenets once held inviolate –
the stays and props once used to bind
Earth to its own s[t]inks.
When man from monkey split, force fields
lost ground to sleight of hand although
as last recourse they’re held to shield.
Yet Information Age remoulds
our clay as on the brink
of sensing other ways to play
life’s game exist outside strife the past
epitomized, seek interplay
between odd intuitions cast
off once as missing links.
Banished be those whose actions snide emotions undermine, gainsaid
have equity and ethics shed, dropped principles, stopped bona fide
voice for free choice ahead.
Responsibilities most dread, endure more than participate,
ignore past’s lessons future spread, surrender birthright, hopes berate,
fear future watershed.
Self-born doubt, consistent scorn, provide a fertile breeding ground for fear
of validation, absent guide. Most tremble, fearing onward ride unclear,
paralysis abed.
Decades dovetail as wa[l]king dead
observing others from the side,
halt, hesitate from birth to bed,
stagnate, refusing to decide,
seem stillborn their sands sped.
Man needs advancement from inside,
excluding bias, stranger's stride
divides from superficial slide,
a different tread would thread
through life, aims flame horizons wide.
Open mind must never be denied.
Shun those whose lower standards, led
through mirage mind-sets lined with lead,
to think themselves ahead!
P.S. Persto et Praesto...
Stranger in Strange Land must learn to grock
between appearances, nor spurn, nor lock,
but key into essentials, yet stay free
as world awakens to its Future Shock.
Here high I.Q. or gift of second sight
fail in the scales however smart or bright,
if peace of mind, serenity, few find
to burnish daily bind with inner light.
Yet inner light is what Life's all about.
Who cares a curse for economic clout
as purse may fail but heart which true to self
remains, for cash cares little, conquers doubt.
27 September 1996,19 March 2005,16 December 2006 12 September 2008
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for previous version see below
Stranger in Strange Crowd
Dreams stranger’s path divide
from crowd’s uneven t[h]read.
Second rate, silent, life-blood bled,
most fear, unblessed by wisdom wide,
set sights low instead.
Despite stress, thoughts unreplied,
imagination set aside,
stranger story stores till head
heeds heart, until desires well lead,
fire empathy allied
with understanding rich to ride
upon swift Pegasus supplied
with neither saddle, A to Zed
accoutrements life tears to shreds
when motives collide.
Defy temptations of soft ride,
along straight road which, comfort fed,
selects ‘safe way’, too often dreads
free choice, autonomy, - self-pride
reflecting quest for bread.
Distrust that moment Fortune’s tide
entwines in fickle thread
conformity, convention wed,
pays empty homage just to glide
through vain p[l]ain life, misled.
Survival instinct, safe homestead,
a ‘living wage’ priorities
appear, as opportunities
to seize as each spins finite set
cut by the Norms with ease.
Far from madding crowd who dares assign
himself true rôle in life, who thinks,
who sifts chaff, grain, drains lees from wine,
palms pearls from swine, spurns authority
politic which hoodwinks
manipulated masses blind.
Upon each generation weigh,
rigid systems spawned by Fate unkind,
pawns play puppet parts in Time’s relay
game of tiddly-winks.
Is search for self through mirrored minds
only reflection on sight lost?
Insisting on base ‘skills’ man finds
intuitions atrophy - cost
greater than he thinks.
We must rethink, must redefine
reference frames most use today,
foresee the patterns Change will sign
as chance advances sans delay,
prints the future’s inks.
Stranger in crowd learns to disguise
rainbow to grey coats' pinstripe ways of thought,
'won't look too good nor talk too wise'
yet still attracts attention, caught
by paradox or kinks.
Stranger in crowd in any guise
knows his goal’s not what others taught,
retains ability surprise -
not what they thought [s]he thought they thought they sought, -
exits solitude's sinks.
Learning’s a process which reminds
of staged cocoon to chrysalid
endlessly repeated till blinds
drawn, we are hid ‘neath coffin lid,
‘and Lethewards do sink.’
Restraints of social intercourse
pass through a metamorphosis
soon held acceptable divorce
none dare dismiss
between who sips, who drinks
deep knowledge spring whose sprays
revitalize the search for source.
New challenges set minds ablaze,
speed rate man needs to change his course,
as once wild world shrinks.
Its difficult to integrate
evolutions which leave behind
tenets once held inviolate –
the stays and props once used to bind
Earth to its own s[t]inks.
When man from monkey split, force fields
lost ground to sleight of hand although
as last recourse they’re held to shield.
Yet Information Age remoulds
our clay as on the brink
of sensing other ways to play
life’s game exist outside strife the past
epitomized, seek interplay
between odd intuitions cast
off once as missing links.
Banished be those whose actions snide
emotions undermine, gainsaid
have equity and ethics shed,
dropped principles, stopped bona fide
voice for choice ahead.
Responsibilities most dread,
endure more than participate,
surrender birthright, hopes berate,
ignore past’s lessons future spread
as watershed.
Self-born doubt, consistent scorn, provide
a fertile breeding ground for fear,
men squat beside an onward ride unclear
of validation, which can’t guide,
Decades dovetail as wa[l]king dead -
observing others from the side,
stagnate, refusing to decide.
Most hesitate from birth to bed
seem stillborn their sands sped
Man needs advancement from inside,
excluding bias, - stranger's stride
divides from superficial slide
a different tread would thread
through life, horizons wide
aims at, will not be denied
like those whose lowered standards led,
through mirage mind-sets lined with lead,
to think themselves ahead!
P.S. Persto et Praesto...
Stranger in Strange Land must learn to grock
between appearances, nor spurn, nor lock,
but key into essentials, yet stay free
as world awakens to its Future Shock.
Here high I.Q. or gift of second sight
fail in the scales however smart or bright,
if peace of mind, serenity, none find
to burnish daily bind with inner light.
Yet inner light is what Life's all about.
Who cares a curse for economic clout
as purse may fail but heart which true to self
remains, for cash cares little, conquers doubt.
27 September 1996,19 March 2005,16 December 2006 see below ‘Search’ initial and alternate version of this poem and ‘His Place is Precious’
Search
Is the search for self through mirrored minds
only a reflection on sight lost?
Concentrating on base ‘skills’ man finds
intuitions atrophy - the cost
is greater than he thinks.
Man must think again, must redefine
the frames of reference most still use today,
anticipating patterns Change will sign
as chance advancements which won’t brook delay,
to print the future’s inks.
Far from the madding crowd who can assign
himself a goal in life, true rôle to play?
Who can sift chaff from grain, drain lees from wine,
palm pearls from swine, avoiding interplay
politic which hoodwinks
the masses whose manipulation blind
hard on each generation’s hopes does weigh,
as if all pawns were, spawned by Fate unkind
to play pale puppet parts in Time’s relay
game of tiddly-winks.
Learning is a process which reminds
one of stages - cocoon to chrysalid -
endlessly repeated till the blinds
are drawn, until we’re nailed beneath a lid,
‘and Lethewards do sink.’
Yet the restraints of social intercourse
are passing through a metamorphosis
which soon shall be accepted as divorce
that no-one will be able to dismiss
between who sips, who drinks
deep the spring of knowledge whose fair sprays
revitalize the system’s search for source.
Today new magic sets the mind ablaze!
The speed at which mankind is changing course,
as the once wild world shrinks,
is difficult to integrate, the ways
conceptions will evolve and leave behind
tenets once inviolate, the stays
and props the passing age employs to bind
itself to its own stinks.
When man and monkeys’ trees split, fields of force
lost ground to sleight of hand from day to day,
although the former shield stayed, last recourse.
Yet as the information age remoulds our clay
it seems we’re on the brink
Of consciousness of other ways to play
the game of life outside that strife the past
epitomized, exploring interplay
between internal motivations cast
off once as missing links!
27 September 1996
His Place is Precious
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
where peace eternal, free from pride,
appeals, - appears an easy answer when all’s said.
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing - sickled Time at side -
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
The silent seconds, spendthrift, greedy glide: -
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dared seek inside
earth’s secret soul. Seemed stillborn when their hour was sped.
All those who strive to hitch a ride
at the expense of others, led
by selfishness unjustified
accounts must render overhead.
Whate’er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; - bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don’t deride
the diff’rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead!
10 October 1981
poem by Jonathan Robin
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His Place is Precious - 0189 - Initial Version
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
where peace eternal, free from pride,
appeals, - appears an easy answer when all's said!
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing, sickled Time at side,
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
The silent seconds greedy glide:
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dared seek inside
earth's secret soul. Seemed stillborn when their hour was sped.
Whate'er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don't deride
the diff'rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, those most behind who think themselves ahead!
(10 October 1981)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Decide! - 1294 - Initial Version
Dreams often the minority divide
Essentially from masses mystified.
Champion truth not falsehood, for ahead
Is clarity, options authentified,
Draw down from experience allied
E'er with convictions leader sifts from led.
Dreams too too often man from man divide
Ever as the crowd, preoccupied,
Criss-cross zigzags, some dumb stay, hope fled,
Initiatives restrained, life bled, cut and dried,
Drained by false fears, unblessed by wisdom wide,
Expectations high deny instead.
Deny temptations of soft ride,
Ease superficial, risks unquantified,
Chooses 'safe way', straight road comfort fed,
Ideas second rate accepts as guide,
Derides free choice, autonomy, self pride,
Exchanging fad conformity for bread.
Distrust that moment Fortune's tide
Entwines ambitions in its fickle thread,
Cause, Effect confuses as Fate's tread
Is feared by those to blind convention wed,
Dark homage pay 'authority'' to glide
Empty through life, by siren songs misled.
Disqualified whose deeds unjustified
Emotions undermine, who have gainsaid
Communication, dialogue have shed
Isolated self from ethics, lied,
Dropped principles and trust, stripped bona fide
Emancipation, high ideals stopped dead.
Dim, most responsibility do, chide
Endure more than participate, and dread
Conscious freedom's fountainhead,
Inhibit their own birthright, squat beside
Doubts self born, stay torn, dare not provide
Emotions true to surf life's watershed.
Decades dovetail to centuries beside
Entrapped spectators, waiting on the side,
Challenge refusing, witless walking dead!
In fear of fear, refusing to decide.
Dare! Who is there their answers seek inside
Earth's soul? Most stillborn seem their hour sped!
Decisions take, don't hesitate or bide
Excessive time awaiting from outside
Comprehensive answers coveted.
Independant mind must coincide
Directly with the will to win, not hide.
Existence is too short - life soon is sped.
Deeds Mankind needs, advancing from inside,
Excluding bias, crimes unrectified,
Creating bridges, leaving naught unsaid.
Identify the different ways your stride
Divides from those who, superficial, slide
Each day, - those most behind putting self ahead!
(10 September 2005)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Decide against Stereotypes - 1294 - 2007 Version
Dreams often the minority divide
E ssentially from masses mystified.
C hampion truth not falsehood, for ahead
I s clarity, options authentified,
D raw down from experience allied,
E ver convictions leader sifts from led.
Dread far too often men from men divide
E ver as the crowd, preoccupied,
C riss-cross zigzags, some dumb stay, hope fled,
I nitiatives restrained, life bled, cut and dried,
D rained by false fears, unblessed by wisdom wide,
E xpectations high deny instead.
Deny temptations of soft ride.
E ase superficial, risks unquantified,
C hooses 'safe way', straight road comfort fed,
I deas second rate accepts as guide,
D erides free choice, autonomy, self pride, -
E xchanging fad, conformity, for bread.
D istrust that moment Fortune's tide
E ntwines ambitions in its fickle thread,
C ause, Effect confuses as Fate's tread
I s feared by those to blind convention wed,
D ark homage pay ‘authority' to glide
E mpty through life, by siren songs misled.
Disqualified whose deeds, unjustified,
E motions undermine, who have gainsaid
C ommunication, dialogue have shed,
I solated self from ethics, lied,
D ropped principles and trust, stripped bona fide
E mancipation, high ideals stopped dead.
Dim, most, responsibility do chide,
E ndure more than participate, and dread
C onscious freedom's fountainhead,
I nhibit their own birthright, squat beside
D oubts self born, stay torn, dare not provide
E motions true to surf life's watershed.
Decades dovetail to centuries beside
E ntrapped spectators, waiting on the side,
C hallenge refusing, - witless walking dead! -
I n fear of fear, refusing to decide.
D are! Who is there their answers seek inside
E arth's soul? Most stillborn seem their hour sped!
Decisions take, don't hesitate or bide
E xcessive time awaiting from outside
C omprehensive answers coveted.
I ndependant mind must coincide
D irectly with the will to win, not hide.
E xistence is too short - life soon is sped.
Deeds Mankind needs, advancing from inside,
E xcluding bias, crimes unrectified,
C reating bridges, leaving naught unsaid.
I dentify the different ways your stride
D ivides from those who, superficial, slide
E ach day, those most behind through putting self ahead!
(1 July 2007)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Individual Insolence
Spendthrift, swift second thoughts so greedy glide,
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dare seek inside
true soul; seed weeded, cower stillborn once hour’s sped.
Who falter, hesitate, or hide,
issues undermine, gratuitously misread,
dodge deadlines, ostrich imitate, divide
themselves from future freedom: futile chicken-head.
Priorities with force collide
with weal’s wheels steel inlaid, braid geometric tread
when feelings, mind, can’t co-incide.
Run coach and horses through approach to safety wed.
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
that shutters, clutter free, outside;
walls off, denies, discomfort, challenge, when all’s said.
When oligarchies petrified
pay off panhandling populace with circus bread,
repression’s often found allied
with intolerance, oversight unbiased shed.
Voice stifled, choice requalified
by hierarchies restrictive, equity ousted,
iconoclasts disqualified.
Monopolistic int’rests top/down hammerhead
humanity, termed thorn in side.
Justice is often misapplied by state control ghost hosted.
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing - sickled Time at side -
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
Beware all those who’d hitch their ride,
queue jump at the expense of others, snatch board, bed,
by selfishness unjustified
stirred, careless of accounts to render overhead.
Whate’er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; - bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don’t deride
the diff’rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Individual Insolence - His P[l]ace is Precious - 0189 - Current Version
Spendthrift, swift second thoughts so greedy glide,
dovetail decades to centuries for waiting dead,
so few of whom dare seek inside
true soul; seed weeded, cower stillborn once hour's sped.
Who falter, hesitate, or hide,
issues undermine, gratuitously misread,
dodge deadlines, ostrich imitate, divide
themselves from future freedom: futile chicken-head.
Priorities with force collide
with weal's wheels steel inlaid, braid geometric tread
when feelings, mind, can't co-incide.
Run coach and horses through approach to safety wed.
Turn from temptations of soft ride
along straight road of safety, comfort, ease, well fed,
that shutters, clutter free, outside;
walls off, denies, discomfort, challenge, when all's said.
When oligarchies petrified
pay off panhandling populace with circus bread,
repression's often found allied
with intolerance, oversight unbiased shed.
Voice stifled, choice requalified
by hierarchies restrictive, equity ousted,
iconoclasts disqualified.
Monopolistic int'rests top/down hammerhead
humanity, termed thorn in side.
Justice is often misapplied by state control ghost hosted.
Distrust that moment when the tide
of Fortune, at the flood, entwines in fickle thread,
enticing, sickled Time at side,
man with her siren song: by lust, ambitions, led.
Beware all those who'd hitch their ride,
queue jump at the expense of others, snatch board, bed,
by selfishness unjustified
stirred, careless of accounts to render overhead.
Whate'er the reasons that decide
the insolence of the individual; bled
by fears, or blessed by wisdom wide,
or, hope denied, twisting in heat fond heart or head,
his place is precious. Don't deride
the diff'rences that oft divide his awkward tread
from those who, superficial, slide
through life, - those most behind who think themselves ahead!
(4 October 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Decide Against Stereotypes - 1294 - Current Version
Decisions take, nor hesitate nor bide
Excessive time awaiting from outside
Comprehensive answers coveted.
Independant mind must coincide
Directly with the will to win, not hide.
Existence is too short - life soon is fled.
Decades dovetail to centuries beside
Entrapped spectators, waiting on the side,
Challenge refusing, witless walking dead
In fear of fear, refusing to decide.
Dare! Few remain who answers seek inside
Earth's soul? Most stillborn seem brief hour sped!
Distrust that moment Fortune's tide
Entwines ambitious greed, feeds fears inside,
Cause, Effect confuses, Fate's fickle thread
Identified as true cue. Conformist thread
Dark homage pays 'authority'. Most slide,
Endure life's strife stings, by siren songs misled.
Dissipation seldom may provide
Exit gratifying, - seems as suicide
Counter-intuitive conformity, instead
Is chosen to 'gain time'. Disqualified,
Double-bind conformist blind would wed
Empty acceptation's altar, all trust fled.
Desires down-graded, dreams by self denied,
Elicit slight pity, sagacity short-supplied.
Care take avoiding firewall State hosted,
Internet providers' censorship decried
Deals stereotype behaviour blow wicked,
Expel ranks serried, round-hole pegs deride.
Dissatisfaction offers gloomy glide,
Expectations suffer, priorities collide.
Comfort zone, lost, counts cost, bewails with dread
Intensive pressures as horizons wide
Disintegrate, bemoans bad luck denied
Expressions of free will, dice loaded lead.
Dreams frequently minority divide
Essentially from crowd whose hands are tied.
Conspicuously by inaction. Look ahead!
Inner clarity, options authentified,
Draws upon convictions tested, tried.
Equity sifts sure leader from lure led.
Dare, dare not, often men from men divide
Ever as the masses, mystified,
Criss-cross zigzag, numb, dumb, scope gainsaid,
Initiatives restrained, fence sitting, cut and dried
Decisions drained, unblessed by wisdom wide.
Efforts, unrewarded, rot instead.
Deny temptations of soft ride,
Ease superficial, risks unquantified,
Choosing 'safe way', straight road comfort fed,
Ideals mediocre prove poor guide,
Deride free choice, autonomy, self pride,
Embrace conformity, exchanged for bread.
Division equals crime unjustified.
Equation lose/lose, efforts time denied,
Creates conditions delicate, contested.
Input focussed fairly, fortified,
Defies both wishful-thinking, unjust pride,
Excessive pseudo strength, defeated, ousted
Disqualify dud deals unjustified,
Emotions sapped, surfing life's watershed
Cutting communication, compassion shed.
Isolate self-censorship, convinced truth lied,
Drops principles, truth, trust, strips bona fide
Emancipation, high ideals stops dead.
Dimmed vim, responsibilities most chide,
Endure more than participate, they dread
Conscious freedom's fountainhead,
Innate birthright inhibiting beside
Doubts self born, stay torn, dare not provide
Emotional integrity board, bed.
Despise stop-gap solutions qualified
Everywhere as failsafe when, allied,
Complacency and status found in bed,
Incestuous are chosen for free ride,
Denigrating independence wide,
Endure more than participate, choice dread.
Deft deeds one needs, advancing from inside,
Excluding bias, crimes unrectified,
Challenge compromise, leave naught unsaid.
Identify the many ways your stride
Distinguished is from superficial slide
Each day by those behind, through putting self ahead!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Failsafe is Self Delusion
Deny temptations of soft ride,
ease superficial, risks unquantified,
choosing “safe way”, straight road comfort fed,
idea[l]s mediocre are poor guide,
deride free choice, autonomy, self pride, -
exchanging fad, conformity, for bread.
Despise stop-gap solutions qualified
everywhere as failsafe when, allied,
complacency and status found in bed,
incestuous are chosen for free ride,
denigrating options for scope wide,
endure more than participate, choice dread.
Dreams sacrificed to mirage fears short-sighted
turn self-prophetic, lead to future blighted.
(c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Stranger Eyes
A-when you took the fall
And then you floated down
And then you took the jump
And you fell through clouds
Yeah then you watched the world
Beat the crowd
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought to yourself
Oo well Im not alone
You with your dark red soul
And your chaperone
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Wont you ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Ride me high
(danger [? ] stranger eyes)
Stranger eyes
Oo well I need your touch
That means so much
Oo well I need your touch
Cause it means so much
A-ride me high
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
A-yeah ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Oh, come on and ride me high
(danger [? ] stranger eyes)
Stranger eyes
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
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Piecemeal 1842 after Marion Mantel The Abode of Everlasting Peace
Mind's company no bail-out needs, foreclose
looms near yet fear and gloom must come to blows
with hope whose scope increases every day
that interplay improves what soul search shows
to sojourner whose 'Choose! ' life's trumpet blows.
till conscious core dissolves, for all one knows
is that there's 'lots to learn' before life's wick
which once o'er brimmed is trimmed by Time's gale blows.
It may be Peace per Peace should not be goal,
nor patchwork quilt unmatched to comfort soul,
serenity accompanies the Way
why seek to weigh of thought and mind blind role?
Surrender self to wealth of non events?
Abandon fear of budget free expense?
Impermanence an ultimate release?
One questions causal links where self defence
is deemed a changeling spinning Time and Place
as prison for lost mind that seeks its place
though absence, presence, circle, square are one
begun and ended leaving little trace.
Freedom may be found within life's play
today submerged by fate of yesterday
for future must survey an empty seat
and meet another straying from the Way.
Though many paths to Rome may lead, not one,
perhaps life's karmic cycle may be spun
by mind which 'fearful thief' finds definition
outside experience, game itself is fun.
Thus 'heaviness' is cerror, out of bounds,
as mind proceeds through mind by leaps and bounds,
rebounds from challenge, rising to embrace
new challenge though rise, fall are mirage hounds.
These seem to dream to seamstress, dream to seem
reality which sifts from milk its cream,
we butter bread with head as much as hands
while inklings chitter chatter, teem then team.
For absence of control need not mean void,
for voids are mean if meaning men avoid
the search from perch to parch, from lurch to arch
triumphant, animated eclipsoid.
There are no fancy laws for mind rich, pure,
which energy converts from sinecure
to weaving sheaving, leaving grieving yearn:
mortality, in time, provides self cure.
(18 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Respite
Seek not in sect soul’s quest for quick relief
as narrow road leads to, from, narrow mind,
open tracks which back up tacks to find
respite till Search and Way unite as whole.
None need to feed from need to fire fame’s coal,
match flame with aim in game to leave behind
the past, for first IS last, draws double bind.
Reject temptation’s superficial role,
lip-service lending simply to control
disparities that, poles apart, unwind
when tenets tested cannot be combined
with sentiments sustained, coherent goal.
If puzzle pieces of their own accord
can fit, ‘tis writ, - if not, await reward.
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AN ANSWER?
Seek not in sect the answer to lost soul
As narrow road leads into narrow mind.
Make most of opportunity to find
A way to join both Search and Way made whole.
None need to feed from need to fire the coal,
To spark the flame which burns the Past behind,
Heed intuitions, harmony, to bind
All pattern parts, let inner knots unwind...
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An Answer?
An Answer?
Seek not in sect the answer to lost soul
As narrow road leads into narrow mind.
Make most of opportunity to find
A way to join both Search and Way made whole.
None need to feed from need to fire the coal,
To spark the flame which burns the Past behind,
Heed intuitions, harmony, to bind
All pattern parts, let inner knots unwind...
22 March 2005 robi03_1080 20050322 see below for sonnet version 20061201 Respite
Respite
Seek not for quick relief, few sects console
as narrow road leads to, from, narrow mind,
open tracks which back up tacks to find
respite till Search and Way unite soul's whole.
None need to feed from need to fire fame’s coal,
match flame with aim in game to leave behind
the past, for first IS last, draws double bind.
Reject temptation’s superficial role,
lip-service lending simply to control
disparities that, poles apart, unwind
when tenets tested cannot be combined
with sentiments sustained, coherent goal.
If puzzle pieces of their own accord
can fit, ‘tis writ, - if not, await reward.
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Cleansed
CLEANSED
Love cleansed today dreams interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife,
derides dismay, lined cares which prey
upon brief Beauty’s life.
From disarray love’s here to stay,
towards joy’s light may trace
convincing way, chase cares which weigh
down those who change fear face.
Keep open door, no bad blood pour,
tomorrows true touch base,
hope sets fair score where scope’s shared core
united future grace.
Concord and cheer won’t disappear
when feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort, share embrace.
Thus, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
enchantment here may re-appear,
admit acceptance, space.
Life’s new frontier in this New Year
lost voice shall now replace,
from drear nights’ wear to fresh light steer,
heartease naught may displace.
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Love’s Future Fare
Love yesterday seemed interplay
complete, spoon, fork and knife
that scorned dismay, false on fears does prey
to threaten Beauty’s life.
But try today to feel a way
towards the light don’t trace
heart’s disarray, the fears which weigh,
the weary tears, disgrace.
Don’t close white door let blood red poor
with future fair touch base!
if traitor’s core is known before
tomorrow you may face.
When drugs and beer both disappear
soon feelings interface
with someone near, who clear will hear
heart, comfort and embrace.
So, change of gear, dissolve false fear,
it seems in any case
resentment here needs disappear,
leave hope for scope and space.
Life new frontier will find, my Dear,
Death’s shadow shall replace,
all nights austere to fresh light steer
there’s other fish to chase!
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Stranger In The Crowd
(words & music by winfield scott)
Ive been standing on a corner
Since a quarter after seven
I was down to my last cigarette
And the clock in the window
At a quarter to eleven
I was watching all the people
Passing by me going places
Just the loneliest guy in the town
Looking for a friendly smile
But all I see were faces
And then, just like the taste of milk and honey
I found the stranger Ive been looking for
Like a wave, my cup of love was overflowing
I knew the stranger in the crowd
And I would be stranger no more
The love that comes on the corner
At a quarter to eleven
I thought you were to good to be true
All my life I had believed
That angels only live in heaven
But now, we share the taste of milk and honey
Each day is sweeter than the day before
My cup runned overflowing
Because the stranger in the crowd
And I would be stranger no more
Deep inside, my cup of love was overflowing
I found the stranger Ive been looking for
Like a wave, my cup of love was overflowing
I knew the stranger in the crowd
And I would be stranger no more
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Momentum
Til recently Death leaked
waters of wisdom wide
in Lethe’s sterile ditch, ~
left precious little guide
for generations which
absorbed vain preview sneak
of knowledge wells inside
the sum of learning rich
which might as base abide
to speed the future’s ride.
Tomorrow waits to speak
with unsuspecting tide
as waves of learning stitch
themselves together hide
little or nought, may hitch
ride at a rate unique -
momentum to provide
deep answers ~ what’s the glitch? ~
that mankind in its pride
may for the worst decide...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Through the Metidja to Abd-El-Kadr
I
As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.
II.
As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart's pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied—
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride?
III.
As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)
O'er each visioned homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied?)
To reside—where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.
IV.
As I ride, as I ride,
Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied,
Yet his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,
—Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed—
How has vied stride with stride
As I ride, as I ride!
V.
As I ride, as I ride,
Could I loose what Fate has tied,
Ere I pried, she should hide
(As I ride, as I ride)
All that's meant me—satisfied
When the Prophet and the Bride
Stop veins I'd have subside
As I ride, as I ride!
poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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Reluctant
RELUCTANT
Much need to feed, reluctant to be fed,
A paradox where intellect detracts.
Unlocking former fears dulls doubt’s attacks,
Desire draws trumps, lumps crumple, heart instead
Exposes double bind behind mind led
Combatting déjà vu's stark whites and blacks.
One wonders why self-confidence she lacks
Regarding sensuality two thread -
Rough past perhaps cost counted, mirage bled.
Idyll awaits as life's flow interacts
Exchanging sentiments, repairing cracks,
Response, reactions spurned, tunes heart to head.
As nurture helps true sentiments take root,
Seed sown may blossom, fair boughs bear full fruit.
Mediocrity can’t be her cup of tea.
Alert intelligence seems well aware
Urge to expand won't simply stop and stare,
Doubts must flout through shared transparency
Exploring wave lengths to which few can key.
Control, when role-reversed helps heart prepare
Open options, sloughs defensive layer,
Refutes old walls, heeds shackled spirit’s plea.
Renascent quest for self-acceptancy
Inhibitions shed is inner prayer -
Emancipation, self-fulfilling dare -
Requires heart’s hopes stir mind’s integrity
Affording comfort outside status quo,
So happiness may shared emotions know.
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Reluctant
Need to feed, reluctant to be fed,
Is paradox where intellect attracts.
Comb[in]ing 'cause/effect' for hidden tracks
Opens patterns which help thInk ahead.
Leaving double bind behind, mind's led
Away from déjà vu's stark whites and blacks.
Transparency and harmony she lacks
As trust now's earned - a narrow path to tread.
Years past did count the cost, by mirages bled.
Look forward, sow, as life's flow interacts
On feelings fresh emotions mesh, - no cracks -
Reactions to response tune heart to head.
Nurtured may true sentiments take root,
Then flourish there, their boughs may bear full fruit.
Neutrality is not her cup of tea.
Intelligence creative and aware
Cannot stagnate, won't simply stop and stare.
Open mind needs visibility,
Links in to wave lengths very few can key, -
Answers which should new advance prepare -
To change dimensions, while defensive layer
At last could soften, leaving spirit free.
Yet though the quest for self discovery
Lends hope to scope to answer inner prayer
Only though self-acceptance may one dare
Respond entirely with integrity.
Never content within the status quo,
The 'why' and 'wherefore' one must ever know.
21 July 2004
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Never Trust A Stranger
Written by ricky & kim wilde
I knew there was a danger
But couldnt resist
The touch of a stranger
The thrill of his kiss
Cos this time
I thought it was love
I thought it was heaven
Having the time of my life
I know its not true
Oh never trust a stranger with your heart
Oh no, never trust a stranger with your heart
My world is in pieces
Youve stolen my pride
And Im left defeated
And crushed by your lies
Like a tiger you hunted and tracked me down
Savaged my soul and took over control
And then when youd used all the love you found
You left without trace
Not a note or a single goodbye
I thought it was love
I thought it was heaven
Having the time of my life
I know its not true
Oh never trust a stranger with your heart
Oh no, never trust a stranger with your heart
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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You'll Have Nothing To Fear
Do not fear the future or what it may hold,
It's you who'll decide it can never be told,
Nobody knows just what lies ahead,
Obeying your conscience can keep you in good stead.
By listening and learning your life you'll enhance,
Gain wisdom and knowledge and you'll stand a good chance,
Your mind is all yours and yours it can stay,
By doing what's right you're less likely to stray.
In both evil and good we're forever entwined,
It's the battle for life in which we're enshrined,
You and you alone will decide how you live,
Will you bear grudges or will you forgive.
There's good and bad throughout everyone's life,
Learning the difference can mean happiness or strife,
Bad influence by others can ultimately destroy,
But only if your intelligence you refuse to deploy.
How you view adversity should let you know,
What type of progress and how you will grow,
Will you say ‘' always me ‘' when things go wrong,
Or maybe fight back; show the world you're strong.
Can you say life's a challenge instead of it's cruel,
Is your glass half empty or is it half full,
It's that subtle difference which can make or break you,
To your inner self you must always stay true.
We cannot change what is now in the past,
Think of the consequences or you'll end up harassed,
Mistakes are what make us just who we are,
Just never repeat them and you're sure to go far.
Dismiss those errors and your future is doomed,
Very soon in wrong-doing you'll be consumed,
You'll ignore at your peril all you've been taught,
By behaving this way you'll end up distraught.
There are so many rewards for doing what's right,
Your own inner fire is what you'll ignite,
Not just your own but all those around,
Belief and happiness is what you'll have found.
Up to the Heavens your confidence will soar,
You'll never look at life as being a chore,
Life is for living enjoy it whilst here,
When you look to the future,
‘' You'll Have Nothing To Fear ‘'
Dare She?
Some sentiments destabilize
when inner thoughts through other eyes
by magic pen may formalize.
Perhaps, despite protective sighs,
hope lies ahead, helps shed disguise?
Tight rope walk from walled citadel,
beset by fears Time can’t dispel,
sits one who may have loved too well, -
emotions dares nor share nor tell,
lest betrayal breach hope's shell.
Stands, reflects with much surprise,
upon commitment’s even ties, -
scarred by a past which “self” denies,
scared behind sweet sparkling eyes, -
lest she should lose herself, fair prize.
Is real from drawbridge cusp choice free
or reel rewound where wounds may be
reopened although memory
real_I_tease would hide, - stiff fee
to pay for ransomed soul at sea.
Reality may coincide
with dreams when two, as one allied,
advance together, prospects wide
embrace with motives bona fide
face future fearless, side by side,
all former errors rectified.
Fate scoops hope's bottle from life's sea -
half-full? half-empty? - destiny
plays games with will, reality.
Combine, merge, urge purge, splurge surge, key
into choice voice, rejoice, set free.
For 'what will be' can't stay inside
time genie's bottle, chance denied,
must scene tranlate to act, play ride
from start through end as plot supplied
threads to conclusion which may guide
fresh start for heart wait's weight defied.
Careful, fearful, fitful, she
herself seems her worst enemy,
seeks protection, amity.
What controls her destiny?
dare she let go, for once not flee?
Maybe its time to realize
that though fleet Time so swiftly flies
compromise can’t circumsize
future options that arise
to offer comforting replies.
She, where others buy and sell,
for silver pawn their souls to Hell,
sheltered beneath protective shell, -
more flirt on call than siren bell
though on hid softness fond thoughts dwell.
Who’d wish her heart he satisfies,
may seek HER truth where most, less wise,
confide blind trust to logic’s lies…
In harmony hope's answer lies,
shared peace, that love alone supplies.
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Love’S Tale Retailed
Stars which preside our fates decide events which coincide,
laws causal slide, pause, glide, collide Cause/Effect’s effects wide.
Some in their stride take hopes belied, some stay unsatisfied,
some nationwide, unpacified, seek more than weak words snide.
Once bona fide I fate defied - love, life intensified,
personified by bonny bride who ecstasy supplied.
Electrified and gratified by life lived as joyride,
exemplified days dignified ignoring all divide.
No doubts inside could override my sentimental side,
till trite aside was verrified by witnesses worldwide.
Dissatisfied, one who relied on love unqualified,
is certified as mummified, emotions petrified.
New senses tried, old misapplied, change what words signified
“us” evil “I’d” turns when replied is pique with speak denied.
Life which implied love deIFied if IF’s re-placed, reads died,
spell rectified dealt spell defied, well meaning modified.
Lie clarified, hurt’s amplified while pain, disdain, abide,
ache’s amplified by scorn allied with sting intensified.
‘From love that lied ah woe betide! defend us, Lord’, some cried
in heart’s divide with trust decried, may laughter still abide?
Down turned upside, hope horrified, turned down, sound scope shanghaied,
towards lakeside humidified I’d drown all unfound pride -
but suicide undignified was ending cast aside,
unratified, when voice defied, let second thoughts decide.
Ideas allied with sense applied brief interlude has tried
to craft inside lines side by side aligned shall e'er abide.
As stanzas slide, to please, not guide, concludes brood versified
with loose ends tied, and [t]ease supplied one hopes none dare deride...
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