Rainbow Vision
RAINBOW VISION
Anticipating liberty
judgemental values leave behind!
Empowerment, responsive, free,
mocks conformity confined.
Expanding opportunity
detests blind vested interest bind,
uniform security,
empty options predefined,
unquestioning stability,
finds vital freedoms undermined.
Intelligence refutes decree,
autonomy seeks, nothing binds.
Open source as course sounds sweet,
spurns tunnel vision parakeet.
Subservience to hierarchy
often atrophies the mind,
obedience to authority
self-serving, stamped and countersigned,
frequently turns misery,
cramps principles of any kind,
as bullet-backed absurdity
sees joy and self-respect unwind.
The search for serendipity
rejects priorities assigned
which free-will weaken covertly, -
behind closed doors cogs ruthless grind.
Bias tends to self-defeat,
Leaves truth uncomfortable to meet.
20 March 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Leave Judgemental Values
Leave judgemental values far behind
Inner feelings changes ring to free
The links which let '[s]he thinks' melt into 'We',
Trust soul which whole would be in heart AND mind.
Light touch, much worthy magic may unwind,
Expanding outwards opportunity,
Mocking blind conformity to see
Inside to widen scope but not to blind.
Dreams evolve, anticipate, remind
Need independent mind to enth degree
Ideas, ideals refute rule by decree,
Guard from lip-service, context pre-designed.
Hold convictions high, spurn compromise,
To learn to learn, not follow others’ lies.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Double Bind
The book of Life too soon is signed
away, as to eternity
all vain pretentions are resigned,
few dare discover secret key
unlocking cipher which behind
the letters here or there that we
may string together – for mankind
has other claims, priority.
For Cause, Effect, in double bind
united are – and who’d be free
from one the other meets behind
the veil through which few mortals see.
Complexity’s thus intertwined
with what appears simplicity -
yet some solutions groomed may bind
to tomb the doomed had thought to flee.
No culture code or time-line twined
with cant restraints can ever be
maintained for long, life’s dice remind
contentment knows no prepaid fee,
no cash-and-carry cheque combined
with D.N.A. for passage free
accorded some, - the rest, resigned,
monopolizing misery.
There is no fate which, pre-defined,
MUST circumscribe life’s destiny,
or cheese for some, for others rind
to gnaw while stretching sanity
beyond the limits humankind
should tolerate, while vanity -
inanity – must soon unwind
its substance rotting on life’s tree.
When I was born I woke to find
a world in bloom, but lived to see
the flowers fade. Death came, unkind.
May joys not jade, nor love, for thee.
Beyond Time’s dark, incessant, grind,
find ways with creativity
to soar, explore, - scope redesigned -
rejecting blind conformity.
The moral here is underlined: -
play for the day, meet what will be
with open heart and open mind, -
sufficient flexibility,
to see Chance is not undermined,
that every opportunity
may lead beyond bare alley blind
towards serenity.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Another Day, Another Challenge
When entertaining easy options think
each step leads on to better or to worse, -
victory, defeat for heart or purse
depends upon the ways these choices link.
Conformity is self-defeat. Don’t sink
to common mediocrity – a curse!
Open mind to others, share, converse.
Refuse to blindly toe the line, but ink
in all life’s pages proudly, never shrink.
Another day, another challenge, - nurse
patience, judgement bias free, disburse
understanding, from shared spring drink deep.
The door towards serenity ahead
enjoy, - dark envy, censure, never dread...
26 February 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Choice is yours
You put on a uniform and become someone
that you would never be.
Your head is shaved and you learn to salute
and forget what it's like to be free.
Free to form your own opinions,
free to make your own choice,
free to follow no one,
free to speak your own voice.
You discard the uniform and then become
the person you really are.
You grow your hair, your beard, your soul
and salute no military czar.
And in so doing you discard the past
and come to peace at last.
Or do you?
Can you free your mind from what you've done
and sleep peacefully at night?
Or do scenes of battle and killing
never leave your sight?
Think young men and turn away
so there will never come a day
when you will silently cry
or bite the bullet and die.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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The Usher's Charge
Now, Jurymen, hear my advice -
All kinds of vulgar prejudice
I pray you set aside:
With stern judicial frame of mind -
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!
Oh, listen to the plaintiff's case:
Observe the features of her face -
The broken-hearted bride!
Condole with her distress of mind -
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!
And when amid the plaintiff's shrieks,
The ruffianly defendant speaks -
Upon the other side;
What HE may say you need not mind -
From bias free of every kind,
This trial must be tried!
poem by WS Gilbert
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Against Stale Current
Essential is it to unite
to pressing questions answers which
may open roads to knowledge, might
prepare fulfillment shared and rich.
Unused to being understood,
his insight into others bores,
the trees he sees, ignores not wood
nor would - for blinkers he abhors.
A sense of purpose has withstood
positions frozen, - chosen doors
open on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten cores.
Against stale 'current', with hale stream
of light and life he'd soar serene,
is it surprising that such gleam
untouched remains, unshared.
(25 December 1997 robi03_0859_robi03_0000 XXX_JXX)
Lonely One Wanders
Lonely, one wanders through cowed crowd,
awaiting some supportive rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed -
beamed circlet lighthouse dream replays.
Absent present, head in cloud,
through surface calm true strength displays
both strong emotions, soul unbowed,
balm soothing offers, hope relays.
One threads paths strange, by most unploughed,
transforming fallow fields in ways
astonishing to assets vowed
as fertile, fruitfulness which stays
abundant, want, waste disavowed.
Prosperity which rich repays
time, trouble, taken, cries aloud
for friendship solitude allays.
Perception, seldom understood,
with insight into others bores,
trees, wood unsawed seen, both bad, good,
subjective blinkers lack bed, board.
Enlightenment misdeeds withstood,
to ploughshare turns destructive sword,
should’s soon converted into would,
hermit crabbiness abhorred.
Empowerment, autonomy
seem second nature more than choice,
where waft and weft of destiny
are woven pattern for fair voice
whose song weighs conscienciously
opinions, never can rejoice
when others meet adversity
or by their own petard are hoist.
Beside too few abide, for team
teems more in fable, ghost minds blind,
prefer free-ride to truth most deem
outside their comfort zone assigned.
Holistic overview from dream
one draws, ignores or flouts doubts signed
by compromises that unwind
before ink dries on double-bind.
Too few acknowledge inner scream,
most stifle intuitions, grind
out differences which could cream
distill from hodgepodge unrefined.
If equity proves empty dream,
integrity is left behind,
returns to realm of abstract theme,
commitments frequently unwind.
Modestly both present, past,
reviewed may help anticipate
events and causes few forecast,
attempting to alleviate
life’s swings and roundabouts, voids vast.
Steadfast character berates
cant, crippling censorship, aghast
stands firm ‘gainst those who’d confiscate
first fruits, turn holiday to fast.
Deceptive calm. True tenets try
to comprehend and to translate,
communicate, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate -
though truth is twisted or denied
by those who would prevaricate
to profit take, rake on the side
unjustified tithe, title, bait.
Discriminating wrong from right
answers are sought to questions answers which
source open ways enlightened, might
seed needs’ fulfillment keyed to stitch
alternatives that help highlight
unfair advantages the rich
would fain retain though strain and blight
o’er homeless flimsy tents would pitch.
Intense ideals, although unbowed,
seem rarely shared so seldom aired,
are vital cornerstones - aloud
opinions harsh are seldom bared.
Ignorant idols unkowtowed,
one wanders on and wonders much
why most dream themes seem disallowed,
or come at cost too few dare touch.
Sure sense of purpose thus defends
rights compromised by bolted door,
positions frozen, falsehood’s friends,
by outlaw oligarchy’s war
on equity which now extends
to earthquake victims. To the poor
assistance actively one lends,
emancipation to restore
high principles, trust never bends
to pride ride bridle, rotten core,
Rejecting pinions, hot-air steam,
against life's gales hale see free stride
beyond cross-purposes, hope's stream
all bridges crossed. Too few abide
beside, prove worthy, play for team.
Collective mirage seems allied
to wishful thinking, phantom scheme
un-underwritten, misapplied.
Against trends 'current', spendthrift schemes,
where hamstrung choice finds voice tongue-tied,
one soars serene, scorns narrow themes
where, open options set aside,
hope’s scope’s imperilled – dark extremes
vie for empowerment beside
vested interests harsh regimes’
remorseless moral homicide.
Emancipation - theme supreme -
contests solutions cut and dried,
detests unprincipled blaspheme,
phantom philosopheme denied
awareness of all self-esteem,
castration covert, faith defied.
Is it surprising that one’s gleam
remains unshared...?
(25 December 1997 revised 1 July 2007,4 December 2008,21 October 2009 and 26 January 2010)
Lonely She Wanders
Against the wind, fads disavowed,
with insight deep, she weaves dream theme -
unbeaten paths by most unploughed -
refusing pinions, empty steam.
Unused to being understood,
her insight into others bores,
the trees she sees, ignores not wood
nor would - for blinkers she abhors.
Absent present, head in cloud
world windy winds while surface calm
veils strong emotions, soul uncowed,
yet ever seeking soothing balm.
Deceptive calm. Her tenets try
to understand and to translate,
so all unite, so none fight shy
of fighting prejudice and hate.
Lonely, she wanders through the crowd,
expecting understanding's rays,
with warmth, complicity endowed...
dream’s lighthouse beam forever plays.
Essential is it to unite
to pressing questions answers which
may open roads to knowledge, might
prepare fulfillment shared and rich.
If her ideals intense, unbowed,
notions deep, seem seldom shared,
each is important, though aloud
opinions harsh are rarely aired.
A sense of purpose has withstood
positions static, - chosen doors
open on mission, inner good
opposing pride and rotten cores.
Ignoring idols unkowtowed
she wanders on and wonders much
why most dream themes are disallowed,
come at a price too few dare touch.
(1 July 2007 version Lonely She Wanders and
25 December 1997 Lonely He Wanders)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Closed Doors Of The Mind
No one knows what goes on behind
the closed doors of the mind.
Thoughts that sometimes inspire
the deeds that transpires.
Many have tried to find the key
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within,
buried deep behind
the closed doors of the mind.
The lust and deprivation
that sometimes conspire
to be set free
or the eternal love of life
that can rise to the fore.
Both are hidden in the crevasses
behind the closed doors of our mind.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Love Is Blind
And can you tell me Love is blind
Because your faults he will not find,
Because the image that he sees
Is one of splendid mysteries?
And if he lack the power to look
On what he will, as on a book,
And read therein the heart of it,
Why are his ways with wonder lit?
Why think you he should bind his eyes
And hide the many-tinted skies,
But that he sees too well to trust
The shadows on an orb of dust?
For he hath vision keener far
Than poring Thought's and Fancy's are
An inward vision, full and clear
When night has flung her mantle sheer
Across the world we stumble through
In search of Truth's evasive clue.
He looks, and straight there fall away
The flutt'ring rags of your array,
The far-fet gem, th' indecent drape,
The pads that mar the perfect shape,
And naked to his reverent view
Is beauty's self, essential you.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Time Trap
Juxtaposition in an active mind:
unstretched potential and a spirit free
seek space to taste then test eternity,
leaving wasted years far, far behind.
Intense the need for speed, choice voice must find,
before too late, - an opportunity
tuned to new horizons’ patterned key.
Before too late... life its own double bind
sees night light follow as Time’s skeins unwind,
as most is swallowed, soon forgotten, - we,
today ahead, tomorrow sped, can’t flee
Nature’s mortal paradox designed.
Whether open, closed, the intellect
self justifies through merge-urge to project...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Alone in the Crowd
Eternal subservience
To the controlled insanity
What a prim and proper reason
To wish to break away
"But no! " the "heroes" faintly cry
As you try to flee their bounds
"Why don't you enjoy it here?
Are you not fond of crowds? "
All their masks are all the same
As they expect a fine reply
But their conformist tunnel vision
Finds truth within your lie
Satisfied the huddled mass
Through life circumambulates
Leaving you with a plastered mask
And immense amounts of hate
"You fool! How could you? You were more! "
Your mind screams inside your skull
And marching to their deadbeat tune
Leaves you and yourself annulled
As the masks around you smile
It reflects onto your own
Though "Yourself" might now be plural
You are still all alone
Open Wide These Prison Doors
Written by: neil diamond and stewart harris
Tied by love to you, but I was tied too strong
Still Im afraid of knowing what leaving means
I know I lived for you, and all I tried to do
You were the keeper of my dreams
Open wide these prison doors
Take these chains from around my heart
Make believe that Im no more
And dont mind when I depart
Need to find another place
Where love is not just tossed away
If you really care for me
Open wide these prison doors
And set me free
You were always caring, always warm and kind
But that was long ago, when love was blind
And I dont want to hurt you, the way that Ive been hurt
But if I stay Ill lose my mind
Open wide these prison doors
Take these chains from around my heart
Make believe that Im no more
And dont mind when I depart
Need to find another place
Where love is not just tossed away
If you really care for me
Open wide these prison doors
And set me free
Time is always moving
While were here standing still
I love you even though Im leaving
And maybe I always will
But, open wide these prison doors
Take these chains from around my heart
Make believe that Im no more
And dont mind when I depart
Need to find another place
Where love is not just tossed away
And if you really care for me
Open wide these prison doors
And set me free
If you really care for me
Open wide these prison doors
And set me free
Set me free, yeah
Come on and set me free
Set me free
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Remain for ever
You did really miss the opportunity
When you had it in you plenty
It is like fragrance object with deer
But runs after it with so much fear
We are an intelligent human being
But lacked same zeal by poor or king
Sometimes as danger or good it repeatedly rings
But we fail to capitalize on it and bring
You go on thousand pilgrimages
Donate millions of rupees with advancement of old age
But your soul will be confined to lone cage
That will find lonely even to imprint on page
So to search within is real answer
This fact may be realized by fewer
The happiness may be precious and remain forever
That shall stay as permanent and never disappear
Happiness or unhappiness lies in eyes or memory
That impression remains and taken further or carried
What we leave behind is nothing but lots of confusion
And this is enough to create a blurred vision
So as said, the object is seen as eyes wants to see
The world may look beautiful, colorful and free
If internal doors are closed and forbidden
Rest all happiness may stand totally forgotten
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Live Your Life Be Free
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open up your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
I see you walking with her
I see you all around
But you don't seem very happy now
You seem very down
I know you feel an obligation
To her emotional state of mind
This is the time in your life baby
When you should be having a good time
And if you want me I'll be there
To run my fingers through your hair
And if you need me its alright
Come on over baby, and see me tonight
You got to
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You know that I'll be waiting
You know my heart is true
I will be your everything
And give everything to you
So if you want me baby I know
Don't have to knock knock down my doors
Her heart was meant to be broken that day
You got a lot of love to live
So why dont you
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
And when you free your mind
You will leave your past behind
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Justice requires that to lawfully constituted Authority there be given that respect and obedience which is its due that the laws which are made shall be in wise conformity with the common good and that, as a matter of conscience all men shall render obedience to these laws.
quote by Pope Pius XI
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Justice requires that to lawfully constituted Authority there be given that respect and obedience which is its due; that the laws which are made shall be in wise conformity with the common good; and that, as a matter of conscience all men shall render obedience to these laws.
quote by Pope Pius XI
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Few Accept Invitations to Debate
The stinging of truth is going to hurt.
It will not popularize those who speak it,
With free tickets to be issued...
And a complimentary serving hand and foot done,
At DisneyWorld.
An avoidance of truth is more likely expected.
People wonder 'why' their misdeeds have adverse affects.
Why their direct show of disrespect...
And active participation in racistness reflects upon them!
Research groups are solicited...
To associate any connection of racism to their quality of life.
When someone blind can sense the signs,
Of approaching traffic without assistance.
Who conducts these surveys?
And from what funding source are they paid.
I'm curious...and my mind wants to know!
People don't understand this experience called life at all.
To initiate an ill affect...
Returns one!
That's how it works.
You slap me...
I will not break into song and tapdance.
I know to some this is a shocking revelation...
But I wont.
I use to.
Seldom is a cake made to bake and burn on its own.
Someone had to have turned on the oven.
Whipped up the ingredients.
And then decided to call it a cake.
Mistakes can be forgivable.
But don't claim none have been made.
Someone will suffer the consequences.
And usually its the one whose fingerprints,
Are left on the mixing bowl.
The stinging of truth is going to hurt.
It will not popularize those who speak it,
With free tickets to be issued...
And a complimentary serving hand and foot done,
At DisneyWorld.
An avoidance of it is more likely expected.
Denial will attack like an addicted mind refused crack.
A vicious vindictiveness can be expected for that.
And truth like Sunshine disturbs the vision of a bat.
Creating monsters that may reacte out of control.
This should not offend anyone whose eyes are open.
And ears have not been surgically plugged closed.
People have joked and laughed themselves,
Into a brick wall that falls on them.
And many are left wondering why,
Few accept invitations to debate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: An Artist’s Life
Poverty wakes up a Poetic genius!
Bereavement of loved ones kindles the fire;
Serendipity, a signal glorious;
Disease, sadness, solitude- playing lyre!
Search for human love sharpens intellect;
Love-failure turns one to spiritualism;
Despair- a new faith/hope tries to inject;
Divinity takes o’er from materialism.
The search for truth and God within begins;
Sense of values and peace of mind surface;
Remorse, atonement starts for one’s past sins,
And man finds his way out of his life’s maze.
Devotion, dedication, thus comes on;
A Heav’nly direction is now reborn.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet 17
in art the Kosmic Vision is free to indwell,
Kosmic Sense find visionary expression,
but no art form that Vision may tell:
Vision is free, from art laws in exemption.
art may reflect, but never compass Vision:
Vision, unlimited, is of unlimited scope:
Vision in art is a finite communication:
infinite Vision eludes laws of finite art.
Kosmic Sense is a new frontier of mind:
death to self that contact requires:
when self to limit of self is defined
self dies, and in Kosmic Self suspires.
in purgatory, self rises to heaven's brink:
then, limit defined, to purgatory must sink.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Enhancing Peace Releases Inner Wealth
Decelerate, compulsion free.
Everything simplified. Mind
Tosses tribulations behind,
Eliminates impurity.
Needs feed greed beads senselessly.
Tap inner energy re-assigned.
Enlightenment, when underlined,
Denigrates inhumanity
Exemplified by daily grind.
Temper egocentricity,
Encouraging transparency,
New evolution helps unwind.
Transforming self, leave self on shelf:
Enhancing peace releases inner wealth.
(14 May 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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