Pro And Con Tests Heart Art Versus Cold [s]ol[e]d Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Neutrality is rarely cup of tea.
where intelligence creative and aware
dare not stagnate, can't simply stop and stare.
Open mind needs true transparency,
tunes into wave length seeds so few can key,
finds answers which should new advance prepare
to change dimensions, sheds protective layer
somehow setting restive spirit free.
Although the quest for self discovery
lends hope to scope to answer inner prayer
though self acceptance may not dare to dare
respond to feelings in the first degree,
Never content within the status quo,
'you' “why' and 'wherefore' therefore need to know.

Between dark doubt, blind certitudes
mind's moods may oscillate, its feuds
through trial fire pass as magic flute
shows way to grasp essentials, moot
points transmute to clarity
confusion fades, feels parity.

We time together for some little space
Each adding unto each when harmony
Advances understanding, spirits free,
Rewards unneeded where acceptance trace
Enscribes upon the book of life. No race,
As difference mingles through the 'he in she'.
Some parts speak heart, some mindspeak, some may be
Too scared, too scarred, to trust amazing grace,
Refusing opportunities replace
Alliance open-end annuity.
None are all apes, none angels are that see
Great expectations heart head interlace,
Response? Reaction Angels fear to tread,
Shy far from such dichotomies white bled.

If thought, words, deeds were never
a hot-air sky balloon.
If we were both immortal,
December mild as June
might be, we'd see life's summer
count each day in its number.
Life would be beauty blessing
each day full dinner dressing,
no lies to be confessing
eternal swim, no plumber
to pull the plug each mortal
fear drained from heart charts soon.

If illness idiopathic
was cured 'neath sun, stars, moon
Death sting-less, Life cocoon,
no human antipathic
as entente telepathic
removed fears psychopathic
we'd versify night, noon,
throw lifelines all find boon,
no conduct enigmatic
reactions harsh, dramatic,
could ever burst balloon
of fête and fun festoon.

All trace of what might possibly debase
Perpetual search of self, and right to flee,
Eliminates choice offered as a key
All angels wise reject, preferring chase,
New challenge daily, turns down 'just in case'.
Desires and aspirations think link key.
Ape, down to earth, asserts priority
No angel could endorse for narrow pace
Goodwill may seem to squander not embrace,
Empath mistrusts top/down celerity.
Life mingles ape and angel, colours minds,
Sorrow seldom see[k]s what free joy finds.

Some say: 'Delight may mingle
love, lust, but life, buffoon,
spins Time's wheel all too quickly,
today's bloom soon shades sickly,
tomorrow's tomb is single,
shores shown prove shoals and shingle.'
Their cares prove self-fulfilling,
with worries over-spilling
into haste's waste-chase chilling,
so rare their senses tingle.
and gloom flows out of noon,
all's vain! Life: mirage moon.
But we won't buy that tune!

While youth longs to be older
grasps opportunity
to test strengths, bigger, bolder,
advancing to unfold a
dream perfect to a tee,
Age dwells on lost youth, ponders
mistakes made as mind wanders
from joyful, novel wonders,
to doom gloom first responders
fear soon may fell life's tree.
Life's in eye of beholder,
no immortality
cold Fate our transient folder
will ever guarantee.

Between light dreams and darkness dread,
between the calls of heart and head,
what now seems natural, in season,
appeared beforehand to blind reason,
delusion on delusion fed,
tied more to past than core ahead.

Need to feed, reluctance 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
defeating 'déjà vu's' stark whites and blacks.
Where harmony, transparency one lacks,
trust may be spurned though earned, dark path to tread.
Though years past cost counts spread crape mirage b[l]ed.
one must look forward, sow, life interacts
with feeling flows emotions mesh, no cracks,
reactions to response tune heart to head.
Nourished, open sentiments take root,
then flourish where their boughs may bear full fruit.

(6 May 2013)