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Response To That Final Question:

Ignorance is the Bane of Man.
At a distance removed,
Dimly remembered, and
Still not seen distinct,
But yet somehow felt;
What we do sense
Is not reality; is not the Real Thing.
This World is hologram.
Then; for lucid sleep;
For it's just a dream
Within another dream
And we are not awake.

Seven Stars' Song of Revelation

Ignorance is a jail where no escape
Is possible but through knowledge.
Don't fear nor spurn. Dare to learn:

Assent to and accept this world as it is
Before attempting ascent to any world
Aspired to or wished for. Life's glorious!

That That Is can be known but by few.
Not space, not time, not gravity exists;
But as Extension from Field of Thought.

Be subject to neither church nor crown.

Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.

That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
That That Is makes That That's Not BE.

By rowing to That That Is, I become "I."
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
The Heart and The Nave of The Wheel.

Worlds are created from Thought alone.
That which we will do is because of that
What we are. We'll become who we are.

Charity, courtesy, civility, compassion,
Are cardinal spokes making civilization;
Chivalry forms center, hub's circle core.

IS is! Be not the slave of some other's I.
This, Creed of our Seven Stars Society;
This, The Teaching of the Seven Stars:

No man can be happy if he should choose
To be exile from his own nature and soul.


Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Monday, October 30, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 163

Pity them their faiths, their beliefs;
Their passions and their politics,
For they have no acquaintance
With history; no knowledge
Of the past. But, simply, what
They're told and are dependent
On the opinions of others, and
So: Never can they be Free.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Vese 162

Smiling faces lost in time.
Smiling faces, lost in time are gone,
Forgotten, are not recognizable now.
Just smiling faces. Must have meant something Once. Now just residing in faded photographs;
Looking up at me.

Monday, June 5, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 161

Light in late afternoon is bent to yellow;
To a lamp-vent liquid shallow shadow,
That then first turns to an orange hue
To splash the black on rooftops
Of the City to dark blue.

Under traveling gaze of setting Sun,
Prints of the fire escape shift upon
Redbrick faces of tenements,
Climbing on them in crawling browns.

And then the night wind and this cool quiet
That it softly brings; sitting on folding chairs Upon those lofty refuges of the high-rises;
Roofs: The tar beaches of the City.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 160

  1. Like people, political entities evolve.
  2. Some state, some nation, some country
  3. Might seem permanent;
  4. Might seem fixed in the society of nations.
  5. Soon enough, it shall cease to be;
  6. Shall be dissolved, shall be forgotten.
  7. As yes, you too shall be. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 159

Not just is it best described by mathematics; The universe is mathematics. Those rules for
Existence, for all which stays, which stands, in Being, are relations and are equations and are The links for That Which Is. Nothing could Be,
Absent itself in other, or not be known to other.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 158

Spit in the eyes of our society. Poetry and Philosophy aren't but necessary for man's Evolution; they have caused our evolution.
Fight on. March on. Carry on resistance to Ignorance. Sin is denying nature of reality.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 157

To stand aside is our only obligation;
Not be partisan to the day, to the hour.
These follies that go to make for politics
In our nation soon shall pass, soon shall
Be forgotten. Our work, our futures are
Now began. We can't be followers of fools.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 156

This tired race shall never conquer the stars; Shall never print its foot upon distant planets. That awaits a new, a more courageous Man;
Who seeks to pierce those far distances that Today, bars us, keeps us, from our destinies. 

Monday, April 17, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 155

Someday soon and maybe it has already happened there will be a transformation, a new beginning, and everything we hoped for, everything prayed for, in the ancient prophecies shall be born and, yes, it has!

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 154

Hard numbers of science can't sustain us.
Can't grant to us some sustenance; a relief.
Can't give to us a brief suspension of pain.
It's in the hope chest of belief; in the myths;
In the mythologies, in the faiths, we found
Our salience. It's these have kept us alive.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 153

We're not dogs. We have no masters.
We serve no gods. We obey no lord.
We can teach our own selves.
We invent our own faiths for life.
We have no need for these states; for,
These nations run by these plutocrats.
We rule ourselves.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 152

It's for our revelations we live.
For those sudden inspirations
Which shall come to us when
They'll come. Our allegiances
Solely are to them: to Insight.
Not to a nation or to any state;
But to our own minds. Alone.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 151

To know The Not; to have knowledge of nothing
Is the beginning of wisdom.
Just its start; just inception into understanding. To educate in blankness, in whiteness, in What is Not
Starts in the hearing of the beats of our hearts.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 150

If you're lucky enough to be able to do anything That's new, that's original, that's unique,
Something only you could do; then,
You're lucky enough. And. If you can do it well, All the better. Whether done good or done bad, Don't matter. It's sufficient. 

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 149

When you're a poet, you become your own instrument;
You become conductor of your own symphony of words;
Holding aloft the baton of syntax,
Beating time in measured verse, and, best,
Few can know this power.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 148

The function of mankind is to create: To make.
To produce. To do. Not be partisan in politics. Or to die for some ideology invented by idiots. 
We got our crafts to pursue and our own paths.
Smart thing to do by this world's wisdom was Never right thing to do. We'll go our own ways.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 147

There's a joy in beauty. It's got nothing to do with truth,
With right, with wrong; with anything else
Society or state might hold dear; might think;
Might value, nor what nation might judge to be important.
It just is. So. Then: Yes. Good enough!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 146

Each of us is creator in our own right;
A god made by us because of our own knowledge. Not one that's subservient
Or supplicant nor a slave to any other;
But obliged only to be just who it is we are.
Our quest is where it takes us. Is
Where its finds us in seeking for
Our destiny.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 145

Holy is the day and sacred is the hour and time
Never shall be returned. What's put off for fear, For sloth, pursue us in regret. The bold, though their lives were shorter, made statement; were remembered for it. Who'll then remembers we?

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 144

What then is it all about? Life. Love. Liberty.
Maybe. But there always is an AND.
Another then to be attached. To add. A THEN. Learning there's a magic within the stasis of Our solitary existence;
That every stone has a voice; every
Cloud its very own rhyme in
Its wrinkled rhythms of movement. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 143

Pawns for these politicians; pieces
For their servant bureaucrats,
Our lives mean nothing at all to them.
Merely are we to be moved,
Merely are we to be played,
Upon the board of life.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 142

Among men, there's a natural aristocracy.
Few are born with the kiss for creativity; The gene to challenge an assumption that Everyone took for granted; that had been
Seen as secure from and past any dispute. Honor their courage. 

Monday, January 9, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 141

Night scream calls of owls seeking prey,
They hunt the hidden vermin of the day. Here we're silenced; no noble speeches
Make, constrained, by our uncertainty.
Should we show who and what we are;
What we've become; now we know we
Arrived from tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 140

As every boxer knows the legs go first.
Who skips roadwork only kids himself.
Pound pavement every day is the way
To do it hitting daily upon those trails.
And so it is too for every skill and art.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 139

Speak not of the sanctity of labor. Grind of toil Weakens, when not done for purpose of spirit;
But solely, for the remuneration of the purse.
What we do for work shape who we are now;
Gives a cause to what it is we could become.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 138

Those days of delight when our innocence
Ruled are over. Blood of teeth and claw is sovereign again. Ignorance is the blister.
It's sore infects. It's diseased our World.
Princes of the nations deliver the plague
Of War.   

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 137

Take no side in wars between dogs and cats.
Nor the battles between the slaves of faiths; Between disciples of any belief foreign to us;
Nor between practitioner of abhorrent ritual.
They have nothing to do with us; since their
War is being waged by far lesser men, than
Are we.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 136

Get angry. No god can vet for you a paradise. Listen instead to that deity inside your head. Society will shackle you in chains; will seek
To imprison you into its conformity. Its iron
Link can be broken, burst apart in cold rage.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 135

Poetry is omission.
It's all those spaces that
Makes for splits, for jumps;
That empty in every line that 
Mirrors arcane symbols of maths
Underlying existence.
It's what not's there
That makes what's there
Real, true: Enduring.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 134

The skies judge us with its grays,
Its blues, its violets, and with
Its sometimes reds; they sentence us
To crimson salmons for the pollutions
Of our lives, which all together make
For such grand and glorious sunsets:
Purity is often overrated.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 133

Brave speech, if bravely spoken,
Is what expression is all about;
Words composed in a rhythm
That'll cause a sunshine squint
In the eyes of its audiences.
Music of Verse burrows in brains;
Digs inside, way before they'll know
They've been invaded by Poetry.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 132

Sit. Be still. Stifle your indignation.
Scolds of the day can be carried,
With a pause, with an easy slight
Shrug, or by a silent recognition.
Stop to consider these critics lead
Metered lives; lives, ticketed for a
Mediocrity; for existences parked in
Zombie formations. In frozen time.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 131

Cold blue steel sky. Unchanging weather.
No clouds. Just the big blind cataract sun Glaring down upon the city. Don't see us.
Don't care for us. Don't know we're here.
One-eyed blind stare. War is coming soon.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 130

In that same worrisome way
We always have in thinking
Of all our troubles to come
Trampling on the morrow;
Yet with all of that anxiety,
With all that foreboding fear;
Still, still, we had our yesterdays,
And I have your smile. Still.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 129:

It looked inevitable, seemed almost fated, 
Viewed from the precipice of the present.
How could such actions happen;
Such a belief in a moral superiority,
Again resulting in a tragedy of war?
How then shall our own fate be judged
When at mercy in the court of the future.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 128

That suitcase we carry with us
Containing clothes of our past
Weighs to stoop our shoulders,
As it bows to bend the spine;
Making each step into the future,
The sliding drag of the infirmed
And the heavy halt of the old.
Drop it. Leave it behind. 

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 127

The clay pot of skull
That holds the mind
Is soon shattered by
The stupidity of politics.
These sad politicians, in
Seeking their salvation,
By acquisition of power
Over others; if we take
Seriously, break brains.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 126

All grows to dim in a winter twilight.
A slate-black glow from sinking Sun
Serves to illuminate deserted walks,
Emptied by dusk; street-lamps ignite:
Sulfur fires giving to a city's asphalt
Pavements a violet and violent hue.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series:Confluence: Verse 125

Pewter waves rolling into shore,
Spliced by white plumes of spray
Singeing the air with smell of salt.
A fine November day, clean, crisp,
With a tang-snap of cold to come.
It shall prove to be a long Winter.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 124

Serrated city, cut by violence,
Sits frozen in fear of tomorrow,
Of what comes silent, stalking
Upon its streets. Winds push,
Lean against thin buildings;
Prison the who've peered out
Behind their cracked blinds
On gray, on crackling clouds
Laced with lightning strikes. 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 123

Aluminum sky merges with sea
In the gray-blue annealing light
Of the dawn. Neither sky nor sea,
Yet distinct; mist rolling forwards
In white wave, obscures the view.
Everything slows down; and even
The Sun seems dimmed, far away:

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 122

Those great brave words
That so thrilled the soul,
That activated the spirit,
Are scarce spoken now;
Instead, one hears gibes
From the petty politicians
Who desecrate the past;
Who've made a mockery
Of the nobility of the dead.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 121

Leaning there, the keel and spine of you
Bending; always close against the wind.
Not yielding, not swaying; just tacking,
Staying on course. As to what, to where:
Who knows. Who cares. It's your sailing
That matters.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 120

Running rivers and wild woods
Grant to spirit far more solace;
Far greater salvation to psyche,
Than does all of philosophy; than
Can all of religion. Protect them.
Savor them. They hold real hope
For deliverance.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 119

I've declared an armistice with myself, a temporary cease-fire, and in this truce and in that pause, I hope to find myself; wounded yes but still alive, still able to carry forward, into what, I do not know.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 118

My country is not some state
Outside of me. Some gaudy
Flag waving on a long pole.
I swear allegiance to no party,
To no cause or to no country;
But solely to my own creation.
My nation is myself and I carry
My nation in my own mind; in
My own heart, and in my own

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 117

As do all of those drone heliotropic plants,
Who're designed to follow travels of the Sun
The majority of Men seek for some Savior.
We tend though to bend towards the Moon;
We're the moon's flowers and not the sun's.
We're the solitary walkers of the nights.
We're the shadows among you.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 116

Our salvation comes from our creation.
Those deities in our heads ought to be
Listened to; ought to be argued with.
Best criticism comes from the inside.
Every voice we'll hear is different. Its
Distinct. Schizophrenia has advantages.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 115

Full moon tonight. Night-walking in the cold.
Streets filled in amber glowing from lamps,
Challenge the pale yellow golden shining
Of the moon; to cast a double shadow on
Wet pavements; shades of turquoise and Violets. 

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 114

Dumb all the way; silent;
Inarticulate in expression,
Of that you really wanted to say,
That now, you're unable to say;
For your education has made
You tongue-tied. Has censored you. 
Has prevented you from speaking.
That rage within you is a great rage,
And it shall be expressed someday.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 113

Be a light sleeper.
If you want to challenge authority.
If you wish to change the world.
They're coming for you. They know
Who you are. They won't be giving you
Advance warning. So. You better learn
To sleep with your boots on.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 112

Survive. Hardest occupation; sole one of relevance: Real work of life is remaining
In existence. Society tries to kill
Who you are. Culture tries to kill
Who you are. School tries to kill
Who you are. Stay in the fight.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 111

The common vitriol and the corse vituperation
Of American elections, leaves one wanting for Another country that proclaims with the sanity of wit rather than with the curse of politicians, shouting loudly their ever more vindictiveness:
For a smarter better place; a more sacred state.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 110

Clever is as clever does.
Though men try to hide
What they are, their acts
Shall betray them.
What they'll do is best
Witness to who they are.
Listen to deeds; not words.
Most shall claim an ability
They lack to magnify them self.
They cheat. Watch what they do.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 109

Once you had realized
You were wrong about
It all. You were tricked,
That it wasn't that way,
At all; what you thought
Had happened, never took
Place; then what you do is
Sit and to think; well that's
All over now. Guess: Now,
Time then to go move on.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 108

Slave to other are we
When we can't fend
For our self or think
For our self. Skill is
Needed to know how
To support oneself or
Family; knowledge is
Needed of how world
Works. Both are need
To become free men.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 107

Politicians are performance artists.
Some got better material than others.
Some are better performers than others.
Some got better material and are better performers too. And some are visionaries.
Still, waiting for someone with all three.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 106

Nations come and go.
States come and go.
Faiths come and go.
What's really important
In this ever-changing
Impermanence? The
Knowledge; that you
Too will come and go.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 105

We leave behind the shells
Of ourselves; detritus of our
Existence. Spent cartridges.
Some few might hope to be
Remembered and respected.
But the rest of us, perhaps;
Are best forgotten.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 104

To do anything well,
You got to know a lot
About everything; how
Everything hangs in a
Relationship to every
Other thing and how
It is connected to every
Thing else. It's the links
That make it work; that
Make for the full life.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 103

Move your mind outside.
Go into the far distances.
Then look upon yourself;
As you were; as you are;
As you will be. What do
You see? Do you change
In Time or do you still
Stay the same? Is this
Where you ought to be?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 102

Say a guitar and a rifle
Is all you need for life,
To create your art and
To protect your creation.
All the rest is extra. You
May want for them. You
May be attached to them.
You might pine for them;
But you don't need them.
All you really need is you.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 101

Myths of men make men.
Myths of states make states.
Beliefs cause compulsions.
Compulsions cause actions.
Action cause birth of states.
There is a war between facts
And myths, and those myths
Always win; because men die
For sake of myth; never facts.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 100

We may be wearing drab civilian clothes,
That proclaims to society our conformity.
Hidden underneath them, there's a bright Uniform; that is kept from outward show,
And whichever colors this might have
And got, one must still be true to it.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 99

The fencing of the masters
Is predicated upon softest,
Lightest, touching of blades.
Just small deflection in a parry
And then the fast thrust home.
In politics of rhetoric, in the wit
Of repartee, that stab into breast
Exposes heart. Says who you are. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 98

There be dumb crooks.
There be smart crooks.
Dumb crooks are in jail
Because they're caught
In breaking laws. Smart
Crooks are politicians in
Congress, because they
Created the law. Genius
Crooks are Presidents.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 97

They who created you;
Your parents, and they
Whom you created, are
Always worth fighting for,
As well as all of your other
Creations. They made you
And you made them. But;
All else is to be considered;
All else is a hesitation; is a
Doubt: Is it worth the price
Of your life and your limbs?
Whether it has those aspects
Of that holiness, and of that
Sacredness you hold so dear?
Little does.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 96

We're all born way too late.
We're all born way too soon.
We are all born in the wrong
State or in the wrong society;
In a wrong place at the wrong
Time. Best you can expect is:
They'll leave you alone. A fat
Chance of that.

Friday, July 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 95

To err 
On the side of love is no error at all.
Fools we are for we were made for it.
Too much of reason hinders inclination.
We lean always to the side of passion.
This slant has made for us survivors
For the future.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 94

Best wine to go with food
Is the wit of clever people,
Saying unexpected things
In their surprising ways.
Together, we are sitting
At the same round table,
With none at the head,
And none at the foot,
And all conversing in a
Feast of Wit.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 93

Beware they proclaiming as professorial pundit. Them, the devious politicians, who claim to talk for you; them, who claim to be the Voice of the People; them, who will say, speaking upon your behalf; but, shout, just for themselves. Remedy is: Be your my own Voice.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 92

We know who we are
And we can speak to
Ourselves of who we are.
Those words we speak to
Ourselves, shape ourselves,
To come to resemble our words.
The better we will come to be,
The more noble are our words.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 91

A lot in little is the task
For all poetry. Maybe,
Too, for life. Sly words.
Trench-coat and fedora;
Long-slide of forty-five,
Of film noir. What's said
In black and white, in a
subtle foreshadowing is
What sticks in the Mind.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 90

There's darkness here
In this seditious city;
Hiding away in shadow
From a suspicious light
Of inquiry. Fear and the
Hatred that accompanies it,
Is breeding in its corners.
Soon, it'll be jumping out.
At us.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 89

This is a faux generation,
Imitating, simulating, the
Real thing. It's ascended;
And now it's succeeded us.
They lack for everything;
For our authentic fire, but
Merely emulate; but merely
Imitate; trying to camouflage,
To cover over, what has gone

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 88

Issue is not why others believe as they do. It's why it is they think how they do and why it is they act as they do. How they act is rooted in how they think. How they think is rooted in mutable law of evolution.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 87

There's no glory in it. No honor. War is blood, shit, piss, nothing else. There's no reason to it, no logic and kills the bravest to let cowards rule in congress and in presidencies as prime ministers of nations.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 86

As in fighting;
So in philosophy,
Always take the
Flanking paths.
Feint and weave.
Indirection gives
Solution for win.
Not "What is Being?"
But "Describe Nothingness."
Not "What can we Know?"
But "How could we not Learn."

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 85

The slow learners have it best.
What comes easy, goes away;
As just as easy, it disappears.
Long life helps; it's necessary
For knowledge. Everything
You thought true in youth;
Now you know, in your age,
Proved false in retrospection.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 84

Blood and whiskey go 
To forge the steel of will,
Tempered with restraint.
Hardness works in action;
Works, when pausing too.
Nothing's done well absent
Foundation of meditation.
The discipline of thought
Keeps us free of violence.

Friday, July 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 83:

Trite and tired are the formula expression
Of a pledged adherence to state and faith Contained in posts by professional pundits, Pronounced in broadcast each and every day
To sitting soft audiences of the social media.
Neither know what it is they're speaking of.
Such talk by ignorance is the cause of wars.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 82

Push far away from you
The plate of patriotism.
Remove it from your table
Of beliefs. This is no nation
For poets and philosophers;
But one for plutocrats, for the
Politicians who slave for them.
I'll not eat from that dish.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 81

Who we shall eventually come to be;
As assumption, provided we survive,
Long enough to achieve our destiny,
Is the question; nothing else matters.
Not faith. Not state. Not our society.
What matters is to become who it is
We are.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 80

Blue Hour.
Space between the sinking of Sun and rising of a Moon,
Gives a respite, gives pause, suspending cares of the day;
Fears about realities for the future. Though we may die;
Though we ceased to exist, our task is: haunt they alive!
"Remember Me!"

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 79

Never able was I able to master it;
That skill, needed for creating the
Palimpsests for visions, for voices,
Those which can provide instruct;
Those that urge you for a change.
Yet, what you write, what you say,
You know in your heart, what you
Choose to do in life, is holier than
Scripture. It's a living testament
To Thought.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 78

Voice in the head;
But fear in the throat,
And then nothing gets said.
Words are dictated to oneself
By oneself. If the words are true,
They born seed in verse to flower
Into poetry. If words are common,
They'll fall into prose, a meaner art.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 77

We have become a people
Of a difference. A split between
Us has occurred; in evolution and
In a devolution. Half of us belong
To our past. Half aspire to the future.
None now belong to the present.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 76

Amoeba eating away at the Will
Of the nation is its avarice; is the
Fat slug of grub for greed, is that
Tapeworm of ambition for possession
Immediate, for here and now, which
Diminishes; that makes small; that
Starves venturing further, ever further;
For ever farther far frontiers.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 75

The significance is everything.
Though what we do appears
Without purpose, looks absent
From all reason, devoid of logic;
What is in us gradually shall
Advance to the fore; then,
A revelation happens as
We become who we are.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 74

Lust and greed, avarice of desire,
Drive the politics of the nation.
Politicians will speak of change
While voters sleep unawares.
Arguments among the parties
Engaged in politics are skewed
To determine which castes will
Rule to control the peoples.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 73

Strawberry moon, berry red,
Shining in the short night of
Solstice colors the river in
Winter, smears it in blood;
As slow cascades of silent
Black waves slash on its
Snow-filled white shores,
Sounding a warning crash
To no one there in the dark.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 72

It burns you. It consumes you.
Visions of works you still got to do.
The songs. The poems. Those films
There still there hiding in the head.
Growing larger. Crowding together.
Pushing forward waiting to be born.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 71

Purpose of life is:
To bend Time; to
Fold it, to sustain
Chords from Past
Into a far Future.
If what we did in
Life has relevance
To generations to
Come; has impact,
Life wasn't wasted.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 70

In a strange place
In a strange time,
Pale light from a gold
Moon, shines in slivers;
In cold silver, chaining,
Night to sleep; locking in,
Far distant suns of vision;
Tangling in ropes of doubt:
What are we, but dreams?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 69

Deserted woods, silent of voices of birds,
Is: A Land of Death. Nothing moves here.
Nothing stirs here. Desert of desiccation;
Dry trees drooped in limbs bare of leafs;
Broken branches. We started as Hamlet;
But, we have ended up as being a Lear.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 68

Light-stepping man,
Gravity of care eludes
You now. It will all change.
Burden of responsibility shall
Weigh you down. You'll soon
Shall see your father in your
Mirror whenever you'll shave.
You've become your own ghost.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 67

Education is an erasure of everything;
Of those tools that could set us free.
Taught to have our faith in a State
That never has cared for us; except
As vessels for exploitation, to use,
To serve for its imperial needs.
We've forgotten of our own;
To be WE.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 66

Scales upon our eyes are cataracts of faiths
Blinding, depriving us of vision. What seems
So obvious to believers, to zealots; appears Distorted, as astigmatic to other observers;
To outsiders, to those outcasts from beliefs. Step back. See. Consider.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 65

The cavity of doubt is implanted by experience;
Is abscessed by any ideology promising a truth Not provable by reason. Non-verified faith eats Away at the enamel of logic; seeks to crumble It, to destroy it; till all that's left of life is fear.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 64

Revelation spawns new civilizations,
By giving birth to hope for humanity;
For that which has been made known
To ourselves by and from ourselves;
Bypassing the strictures of societies,
Is that what makes for the future. 

Friday, June 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 63

To the dead we owe deliverance;
To those who've gone before us,
Bearing their pains of existence,
Enduring it, without complaints,
As to how cruel unfair all of it is.
They did it for us, our ancestors;
They, who were our forebears.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 62

Spell tomorrow by the magic of the yesterdays.
The relay race of civilization is run, in passing The baton to our successors; in handing it over. Our day is done and they shall carry it forward. What is will always be for the pace is still kept.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 61

Groan for this Nation of the Night.
It's been given over to dark walkers.
It needs no Moon for them to see by;
For, in their silent trudging, head bent
Forward and down, deafness stepping;
Not knowing each other, ignoring each
Other; they glide through life by a thin
Light from off their beaming cell phone.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 60

Sculpture your verse to make it be
Electric in memory. Poetry should
Look good as well as sound good.
The more senses it engages and
Elicits, the more powerful it is.
Words should smell and taste.
Words ought move and dance.
Meaning is last.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 59

To have a validity;
To have good logic in your opinion,
Facts must be sought, must be known;
Must be stated in a format, promoting
Fostering perception of the argument.
The obscure is an excuse for meaningless;
So say it always in the common tongue.
Not like this.


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