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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 need to know a lot about everything; how everything hangs in relationship to everything else and is connected to everything. It's the relationships that make the work and the life.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 103

Move your mind outside of yourself and into the far distance so that you can 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?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 102

All you need for life is a guitar and a rifle. To create your art and to protect your creation. Rest is extra. You may want for them; you may be attached to them; you may pine for them but you don't need them.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 101

Myths of men make men and myths of states make states. Beliefs cause action and action cause myth and myths causes states to be born. There is war between truth and myth and the myth always wins.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 100

We all of us know what's smart thing to do. But what is right thing to do? We might be wearing civilian clothes, but underneath that there's a uniform and whatever colors that has, you must still be true to it.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 99

Fence of masters is predicated on softest, lightest, touch to blade; small defection in parry and then that fast thrust home. In politic of rhetoric, in wit of repartee, the slice across breast exposes heart. 

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 braking laws. Smart crooks are politicians in Congress because they create laws. Genius crooks are presidents.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 97

They who created you and they who you created are always worth fighting for, as well as all your other creations. All else is to be considered: Whether it has aspects of holiness of sacredness; and little does.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 96

We're all born too late. We're all born too soon. We are all born in the wrong state in the wrong society; in the wrong place in the wrong time. Best you can expect is they'll leave you alone.

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 to the side of passion. This leaning has made us survivors for our future.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 94

Best wine to go with any food is clever people saying clever things in clever ways; together sitting at the same round table, with none at the head and none at the foot, and all conversing in Feast of Wit.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 93

Beware professorial pundits and devious politicians who claim to talk for you; who claim to be the Voice of the People: that they're speaking upon your behalf, but shout just for themselves. I'm my own Voice.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 92

We are who we are because we can speak to ourselves about who we are. Words come first. Then we shape ourselves to resemble our words. The more noble are our words, the better we'll become to be.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 91

A lot in little is the task for all poetry. I come from the era of trench-coat and fedora and the long-slide fortyfive of film noir. What's said in black and white in subtle foreshadowing is what sticks in the Mind.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 90

There is a darkness here in this seditious city, a hiding away in shadow from suspicious light of inquiry. Fear and the hatred that always accompanies it, is breeding in its corners and soon shall jump out at us.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 89

Faux generation which imitates and simulates the real thing has ascended and succeeded us. They lack in everything our authentic fire but merely emulate and camouflage to cover over what is gone before.

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, in philosophy, always take the flanking paths. Feint and indirection gives solution. 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

Best are slow learners. What comes easy to you, goes away, just as easy to you. Long life is necessary for knowledge. Everything you thought true in youth; know, in your age, proves false in contemplation.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 84

Blood and whiskey go to forge steel of will when tempered with restraint from violence. Hardness in an action works when pausing to consider. Nothing is done absent a deep foundation discipline of thought.

Friday, July 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 83:

Trite and tired are formula expression of adherence to state and faith contained in posts of professional pundits, pronounced each and every day to addicts of media; for they know not what it is they speak of.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 82

Push far away the plate of patriotism. Remove it from the table of beliefs. This is no nation of poets and philosophers; but one of plutocrats and politicians and they that slave for them. I'll not eat of that dish.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 81

That which we are shall eventually come to be, provided we survive long enough to achieve our destiny. Nothing else matters. Not faith. Not state. Not our society. What matters is to achieve what it is we are.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 80

Blue hour, space between sinking of Sun and rising of Moon, gives a respite; gives a pause between cares of the day and realities of future. Though we may die; though we may cease to exist, our task is to pursue our living: To "Remember Me!"

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 79

Never able to master it; palimpsest for visions, may deny uou, may instruct you to change; yet, what you write, what you say, what you choose to do in life is holier than scripture: Write your own Bible!

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 78

Voice in the head and fear in the throat, words are dictated to oneself by oneself. If the words are true, they bear seed in verse to flower into poetry. If the words are false, they'll fall into prose, a meaner art.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 77

We have become a people of a difference. Split among our species has occurred; both an evolution and devolution. Half of mankind belongs to the past. Half belongs to the future. A few belong to the present.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 76

Amoeba eating away at the Will of America is avarice; is the fat slug of grub for greed, is the tapeworm of ambition for possession that diminishes; that starves venturing further for ever farther far frontiers.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 75

Significance is everything. Though what we do appears without purpose, seems absent of any reason or logic; what is in us gradually will advance to the fore; then revelation happens: We become who we are.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 74

Lust and greed, avarice of desire, drive politics. Candidates talk of change while citizens sleep unaware. Sole arguments among parties engaged in politics are only between which castes shall control peoples.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 73

Strawberry moon, berry red, shining in a short night of a summer solstice, colors the sea, smears it in blood; as slow cascades of silent black waves slash upon the white shores, sounding a warning crash.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 72

It burns you. It consumes you. Visions of books you still have to write. The songs. The poems. Those paintings there still there hiding in the head. Growing larger. Crowding together, pushing to be born.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 71

Purpose of poetry is: bend Time; fold it to sustain chords from Past into far Future. Like Sophocles and Shakespeare, if what we do as poets has a relevance to generations to come; then life was not wasted.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 70

In a strange place in a strange time, with pale light of a gold moon, shining in slivers of silver, chaining night to sleep; locking in far distant suns of vision; tangling in ropes of doubts: What are we but dream?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 69

Deserted woods, silent from calls of birds, is: Land of Death. Nothing moves here. Nothing stirs here. Deserts of desiccation; dry trees drooped by dried branches. We started as Hamlet; ended up as Lear.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 68

Light-stepping man, gravity of care eludes you now. It will all change and burden of responsibility shall weigh you down. You'll see your father in your mirror when you shave. You've become your own ghost.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 67

Our education is an erasure of everything that can set us free. Taught to have faith in a State that never cared for us, except as vessels for exploitation to use to serve its needs; as we've forgotten of our own.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 66

Scales upon eyes are cataracts of faiths blinding depriving vision. What seems obvious to believers, to zealots, appears distorted to observers; to outsiders, to outcasts from religion. Step back. See. Ponder.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 65

The cavity of doubt is implanted is abscessed by any ideology promising a truth not proved by reason. Non-verified faith eats away at enamel of logic; crumbles it, destroys it, till all that's left of life is fear.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 64

Revelation spawns civilization. It gives birth to progress. That which has been made known to ourselves by ourselves; that which was hidden from ourselves by strictures of societies is what makes the future. 

Friday, June 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 63

To the dead we owe our deliverance; to those who have gone before us, bearing the pains of existence, enduring it without complaint as to how unfair it is. They did it for us, our ancestors and our forebears.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 62

Spell tomorrow in the magic of yesterday. The relay race of civilization is run by giving the baton to our successors in handing it over. Our day is done and they shall carry it forwards. What was will always be.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 61

Groan for the City of the Night in its devastation given over to dark-walkers, needing no Moon to see by, in their silent trudging, stepping in deftness, not knowing each other; guided by thin light from phones.

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. More senses it elicits, the more powerful it is. Words smell and taste; move and dance. Meaning is last.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 59

To have validity; to have good logic in opinion, facts must be sought, must be known; must be stated in format promoting fostering perception. Obscure is absent meaning; so state always in common tongue.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 58

Word makes Flesh; but beneath both word and flesh is the very same number and beneath that number is this Void from which it springs to make both word and flesh. Beneath Void is Nothingness: No-Thing.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 57

We're all of us born too soon and way before our time. If only we had been born later; then, maybe, just maybe, we would perhaps have been recognized; maybe lauded for what we truly were. But. Maybe not.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 56

There are prime people. There are sub-prime people. There are they who can and do; have good credit, so are creative. There are they who said they could and would; have bad credit, are not. Which are you?

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 55

Demon at the heart of faith is a hard diamond of avarice, a core of greed at the center in the capitalism of religion: They who demand submission to sacred texts of imaginary gods; make of believers, slaves.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 54

Reality is a cake of many layers with thin frosting of words covering over numbers beneath, followed by layer of energy; all of it resting upon thick stratum of nothingness, on a plate of the great void beneath.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 53

Poor is public education as best preparation for marathon of long life. School is always intended to tutor its training for short sprints; to hurdle fast pupils' life for state and for faith, never for the long running.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 52

The bent and flexion of our experience; from what little we know drawn from what we've done against that all which we are ignorant of because we have left it undone, let's loose the arrow of our ambition.

Friday, May 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 51

Whoever possess the weapons who're trained, who are skilled in their usages, are they who will decide fates of states; not politicians; not professors; not pundits of law; certainly not the poets; but warriors.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 50

Everything to be learnt is learned in spite of school; in saying of a "NO" to teachings of the professors, teachers of accepted knowledge. Only they who create who show it by their work should be listened to.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 49

Never let your philosophy restrain and hamper your humanity. What feels right is right. Conventions of State and commandments of Faith serve only as guides. In the end; sole judge of You is You, Yourself!

Monday, May 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 48

Bitterest slavery lies fettered in chains of ideology, delusions and deceptions we sought to impose on ourselves. When Jesus looked down into his cup whose face he beheld was that of Judas looking back. 

Friday, May 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 47

Lies still said in nostalgia for a past when government was considered great and good, forget the wars, the conflicts, the incursions, in foreign nations, in other states; done for the fortune of a plutocrat few.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 46

Best always to steer one's own Way wherever it leads and whatever its final harbor and port. Even if it leads one astray and it strands one adrift; at least, the navigator and the captain of your ship was you.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 45

An empire claimed by a plutocrat elite controls the World, seducing the minds of Men into a common servitude, keeping them occupied with the vanity of Internet, vacant web of promises and false hope.

Monday, May 2, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 44

Rank abuses politicians fire at each other in daily duels of vitriol wound the public; leaving these hacks of bureaucracy unharmed, intact; as thick vests of ignorance they wear prevent any penetration by fact.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 43

Only memories remain when dying to the World in the slow remembrance of the still alive; some small gesture by a child is very one, once made by some ancestor long dead now: That same move repeated.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 42

World we see is what we are not what is. Avarice for acquisition stems from paranoia of existence come from fear of knowing; from being deaf to listening and hearing music in the tempo of the flow of things.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 41

Monkey chattering in the Mind in constant argument against the Self is slowed down, is silenced, is stilled to allow Voice of within of without to become louder, to become clearer; to call itself: Poetry. 

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 40

Their name is government, these free grazers of humanity. They batten fat on results sown by others' toils; become obese in indolence. Them self they do nothing and make sure no other can do anything.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 39

A porcelain people, easily smashed, must be handled with utmost care. It's what every politician does. Caress them with prejudice. Handle them with patriotism. Never drop them onto a hard floor of Truth.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 38

Poetry's purpose is to scribe the present so as to protect the future. What seems antique in the past is reflected in the present; is always mirrored in the future. Nothing can be forgiven in the genes of men.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 37

Culls caused by religions will murder billions. All them not of the tribes' faiths shall be condemned to slaughter. There be many many faiths. Religions' true purpose is: To make way to birth the New Man.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 36

These lords of finance these bankers and these brokers who bring so much ruin on our world smile with a smirking smile concealing canine teeth are ready yet again to send more men to wage rapacious war.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 35

That mortar shell, which exploded to inflate our universe with its shrapnel of matter, made us too. It was fired from the hostile Nation of Nothingness that claims us prisoner when we die: We're at war!

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 34

What seems least forced makes for a better art. Effort, when concealed, confers an attitude of ease; of freedom from restraint in rules of form; of liberty from laws of rectitude in statements and expression. 

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 33

The world has been undone by loss of memory of its past. Each generation repeats the same mistakes. Each generation suffers from the same amnesia. Again. Again. Again. Always. Same history repeated.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 32

Reality desires always to be questioned. Existence strolls through avenues of inquiry and walks streets of doubt to find itself again. Each question makes its own answer. For reality to reveal itself, doubt it is.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 31

To live as we do now in a state of ignorance is to abjure the One that is the Self. That which we are and that which we should be, ought not be separate; should be congruent, the same, not alien to each other.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 30

Never to be at peace with Death; always to fight oblivion: That's our struggle! Once life ceases; comes a blackness, coma of nothingness, so do opportunity for creativity. Nothing follows. Just our work in Life!

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 29

They had faces then and voices too in them days. Not the grimaces and screeches one sees nowadays. Something has been lost in translation, in the transition from past to present; some higher standard.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 28

So that it could then be created: Each universe evolves its own unique deity. Ours is Energy. What we think we see and know is flux and foam and form of power; the power of both adhesion and repulsion. 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 27

So now here we are again in same old place we thought we left so long ago. Funny how it turned out. Nothing changed but us. Thought we're going somewhere. Turned out we're merely running in place.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 26

None of it is real. It's all a fantasy whatever it was we were brought up to believe, to honor, to respect, youthful truths that seemed so obvious then; now seeming fraudulent and frivolous, but we miss them.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 25

A lot was lost in translation. It was always made up and created by men; but had some sustenance to it, some real solace in attempt to justify, to explain, to ameliorate, travesties of life and now: It's all gone.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 24

Bleak lights begin to shine in parks of the City now dusk has begun. But the paths are empty. They glow pale gold in lamps lit by twilight. People are afraid to come. They are afraid. Of what, they do not know.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 23

Perhaps you really do have something profound to say; something of portent, of revelation, a prediction of future event; but microphone goes dead, web site closed down; so, whatever it was, it is lost forever.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 22

Reason and Logic both fuse together to form a barrier to understanding Death. We die and we die for no purpose despite vain efforts of politicians of priests and philosophers to give some meaning to our lives.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 21

For politicians for these priests of perfidy who seduce states their anthem and chief theme is complaint, a blaming of their predecessors in office; that same office they'll be condemned for by their successors.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 20

The paper gods of scriptures are consumed by flame to be scattered by wind of new revelation; only ash still remains of deities of Torah, of Koran, of Testament now all consigned to fire from which they came.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 19

Needed are fantasies written in many myths of man. They hold within themselves far higher truth than do mere dry fact science answers to. They donate to life journey and destination no reality can provide.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 18

Alibi your living with religion. Explain it all away with faith. Seek your origin and your destiny in Cult of Art; your logic for survival in Ritual of Science, in Rubric of Philosophy; in all the many mythologies, all made by men. 

Monday, March 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 17

Sputtering lights of neon signs speak to walkers of the night: You! You aren't welcome here. Keep on moving on. Move on past the snarling streets, move on past violent avenues, move on past the city's intersections of rage. Move on! Stop. To finally pause at last on the muddy banks at the fast flowing dark river.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 16

Desperately for you I'm for you desperately, as there's exclusion, separation, a warehousing of anyone outsider; into a village of dissidents, of all they who disagree. We need each other more than ever now. 

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 15

As the music throbs, the drum beats, mirroring the heart in systolic response; here here here, now now now. Didn't you know me, didn't you see me, didn't you hear me? I'm among you always am not silent!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 14

Passed on, same fallacy exists generation after generation; that simple statement there's some purpose to it all, some meaning; when after all, it's only in the living, in the doing, that holds an assertion of life.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 13

A flanking light, giving a blue shadow from the side, gives to this speaker a sinister look as he speaks of torture, of deportation, of banning all they different from ourselves; for that, he is given great applause.

Blue SunSeries: Confluence: Verse 12

Vulgar Time, in folly of days, in chatter of conformity, in stammer of complacence, in conversations of cliches; beat us down through concussion of prejudice by they who can't see significance in the World.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 11

Bright impinging light of inspiration shines once again upon my head, directing me: Doubt everything; doubt nation; doubt religion; doubt philosophy; doubt spouse and family; but never doubt your genius.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 10

What I miss most is the intelligence, the sharp smartness of it, which always seems now to be lacking. Crudeness turns one away to avert one's eyes; to ignore what's happening as Death takes them away.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 9

Doubt is that which creates its own existence; for what questions itself builds itself. If I doubt I am, in denying my existence, I acknowledge me. When I doubt I am changed; made real by doubting myself.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 8

Cleanness of cold cracks the mirror of perception. Whatever was thought as true before in summer's heat seems fallacious, seems false, in close huddle of winter chill snapping at bones of complacence. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 7

Preaching to a future congregation on the temptation of the present has for them no relevance. They'll have sufficient tribulations to contemplate. What worries us won't worry them. They'll have their own.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 6

Occupations and professions, all the ways of working, can serve to hide the ways of living. What we do to survive by seeking remuneration performing services may well help our societies but rarely helps us.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 5

It didn't start with you. And it sure doesn't end with you. It goes on and on and on, indifferent. Maybe you'll be there; maybe you won't, to see it, but it will go on anyway. That's all you can ever be sure of. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 4

Harder to know and still harder more to be able to understand; why is the world the way it is, and how did it get that way? Don't make no sense at all. Really ought be different; but then, I guess so should I.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 3

The times they were real mean then and they're even meaner now. They sure ain't getting any better now you're travelling all alone. Just got to keep on moving on and keep ahead of greater misfortune.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 2

Whenever the State shall knock upon your door and will say with sly smile and disarming grin: "We are here to help and to assist you to make your life even more wonderful and free." Slam the door on them!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 1

Bringing of the Self into Being, to give a birth to one's own soul, is constantly constrained and confined by government and by the state's schooling of society and of citizenry to force compliance for abortion.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 40

Love and kisses I'll miss you World. It's been a fun ride. Wish it had been longer. Should have taken few more detours sure but glad of them I took; many stoplights along the way, proud managed to run some.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 39

As long as I can keep going I'll keep on going. I'm funny that way. Sure, no one cares and none shall remember; then, just occasionally someone recites something, a small thing, and I say: I wrote that.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 38

They're all dying now, all the old rockers. Cocaine and cognac catches up with you in the end. But while they were alive, they burned with a pure blue light, and that's really all that matters with the sputtering of the flame.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 37

That which I am and that which I would be can't be the same. If they were congruent or were identical, I could not be. I must be always divided from myself; for, in this division, in this difference, I survived.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 36

The Now that seems to exist does so through multiple entangled timelines from the past. Whatever was makes whatever is. But what was isn't one single thread: Past is woven tapestry of many possibilities. 

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 35:

That which is One's Self is the All. There is no separation, no division, no contention: I am because I am that and that who I am is me. Same whiteness covers us all like snow with the blanket of forgetfulness.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 34

The barren Void, this place of pulsing power, seeks within itself expansion of Nothingness; seeks within itself a greater, a more profound Emptiness and by doing so balloons into being the birth of everything.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 33

Belief in science is a faith like any other: That what had came before it makes in some way what comes after it is a religion. Why not future makes the present? Seems more fun this way with Time's reversal.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 32

Nothing in his life so honored him as was his manner of leaving it. Here was Art personified in a single body. Now to death is gone he had they say in everything a grace to lack the moderation of mediocrity.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 31

That dark energy that drinks light stays the universe by its bands of forceful symmetry. The script of life is written in energy. Backwards and forwards Time seems the same sometimes pausing to make worlds.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 30

True blue American; hope, that promised beautiful tomorrows and better futures was denied you once again. You've been betrayed. Mediocrity is now destiny for the nation; not the stars you once believed.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 29

Desolation days bring a January mood in long month of Winter of sleet and snow; a hibernation of hope amid breaking branches from heavy wet weight in empty woods and no sound but Moon call of wolves.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 28

Cold stone walls slapping with a late night rain shouts a greater darkness descending in the dark, sliding a slither of black noise in drains of streets; making for a despondency; making for a denial. 

Friday, January 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 27

As one believes so shall one behave and as one behaves so shall one believe. These are same, two sides of the coin of perception. What we buy in life is what we want in life and what we desire is what we are.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 26

Subsuming oneself to anything at all, whether it's a state, a faith, a polity, a philosophy; is but slavery. One's real tribe is Man's future. One's faith lies in ensuring human future; though we die we live there. 

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 25

All desire life but not at our expense. Rodents of this world, be they man or be they animal, take our sustenance; rob us of our birthright to be free; impose on us alien law and rule, and so we will rebel.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 24

A plague of fear, a disease of conscience, has descended on us, blanketing our dreams, our aspirations; preventing us from going on, from advancing upon our journey. A traffic stop of doubt impedes us here.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 23

No quarter! Fight is always again yourself, an opposition of shadow boxing. Slip, doge, deceive, faint and fool yourself; to get past the face of you your society and your school made. That mask ain't you.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 22

Be a heretic! Everything ever learned was learned in spite of school; NEVER because of school. Everyone knows something you don't know but what you know is what you know. Live life! It's your best teacher.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 21

What makes us men is refusal. We are not pack animals. We follow our own conscience and we trust in it. We know better; far better than they who would force us to obey; we've said "no" we're brand apart.

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 20

Our bodies, our brains were designed for survival: to live and to let us thrive. Senses show but pauper's poor representation of reality; a hologram simulacrum. What exists is energy, not what's seen or heard.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 19

Desire is death. Any deity created by any people is real reflection on that true conscience of that people. Mean gods were made by mean peoples to deceive their depravities. Make then, for you: The Good God.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 18

To wrought radical transmutation, to make a fierce transformation, to birth a new beginning, is zealotry for change; stemming from driven obsession with creation, and for destruction of whatever was before.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 17

You can ignore it. You can delay it. You can fight it. It's always there striving to be born. When you're old. When you're broke. When you've lost your loves to death; you can look back and say: I done that.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 16

It's always been about making more beautiful questions; those riddles which have no answer. Solutions are easy. It's questions that are hard. Imperious laws are subverted by showing conundrums of Nature.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 15

In its broader cello statement, there's a wiser prediction; there's an older acknowledgement, with each drawing of its bow: last century has seen such horror and the new century has start in this same strain.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 14

Like cogs in a stop watch, the islands of worlds relate; universes are entangled. They'll stop and they'll start together vomiting new worlds; spewing new universes. Time goes backwards-forwards, in tempo.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Blue sun Series: Consilience: Verse 13

The Felt that is needed before the Logic can be revealed, can be explained, can be known; is the Spark. Emotion precedes Reason. Touch is the better cognition. We are our feelings; our thoughts come later.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 12

Warming fusion of a false Spring, buds prick on twigs of trees in desire to leaf while awaiting a call from destiny to flower but it's November still as many months await yet hope of Shape fore Number, awakes.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 11

Long highways, a helmet for my pillow and a poncho for my bed and stars are over head; just my rifle to hug and my dreams the only help to keep me warm, I'll be humping out tomorrow way before the dawn.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 10

An entropy of color follows upon our deaths, a silent and still cooling down into a nothingness radiating in memory, spreading out, spearing out, in puddles of energy; then, a slow turning acceptance of black. 

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 9

So essential to our sanity are myths, are impossible religions, fantasies that give to life its meaning and purpose; that absent them, the length of days would be as bland, as boring, as lectures of the scientists.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 8

There for you forever; a shrug of the shoulders and a silent surrender and there it is. It's nothing at all what you thought it would be. There it is still. There is nothing you can do about it. It's funny that way.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 7

Fettered to fate, Being and Time and Matter and Energy, form one single entity; they all form one unity. Thin slender lines bind them by loops of relativity, one is becoming another to remain in one continuity. 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 6

Autumn brings an eloquent disorder, speaking in tongues of cognac and cocaine, stating its verbiage in colors of crimson and cyan; arguing summer's conclusion in calculated combination of sharp confusion. 

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 5

Savor the day for there might not come another. The contamination of prejudiced opinion of the many causes more harm, more disease of the mind, more damage to health, than has did any plague before. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 4

Walk among the green mansions of the woods, when trees are still in their brightest foliage of Fall, and still voice will whisper: This is the right country for me. This is the world in which I belong. Here. Now!

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 3

On a cold-some night like this, with wet wind of rain reeking its damp in the rafters and little patters of drops splattering on an window pane, keep you from slumber; stay you far from the cotton fall of sleep.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 2

A little mad goes to genius great long way. Encumbered upon everyone is the need to make one's own religion, one's own philosophy, one's own mythology; so, to live uncensored in country of one's mind.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Consilience: Verse 1

The work outlives its age only when prejudiced against the consensus of its time. All great work shall cause an agitation; a hesitation in what was considered then to be the common sense of the majority.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 40

Summer dusk is almost done, still bronze, still hot and in the sky reside thin strings of clouds and a pale moon and a dust of tiny distant stars on a warm September night; keep your shades up for such a sight.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 39

A silence descends upon it, a drawn curtain has dropped down covering the stage. Now that the drama is ended, act finished, it's time to move on, to let others perform; and hope to find a better part to play.

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 38

The objective has always been the same: To lead a holy life, whatever that might mean to you; to listen to the divine which resides in your skull and to direct your every action towards making that Voice real.

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 37

It was a better time, it was a better country, it was a better people and even the gangsters were better dressed. The rubric of delight was written in more simple, in more common things; a smile was enough.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 36

Pornographers posing as patriots are these politicians demanding your sacrifice. They who would make you bend the knee to flags, cut the soul inside, devour and spit it out; cannibals of feelings of the heart.

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 35

Standing straight in separate narrow rows, the green formation of poplars athwart a road spill purple shaded silhouettes; shadows thrown from a tired sun in late afternoon, when heat has turned to hue.

Friday, September 4, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 34

For others we'll leave the greater questions. The clock of time has wound down for us. The pages of the calendar of life are flipped over, are folded, are smudged creased and marked; mourning for yesterdays.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 33

Give to each syllable tone and hue as statement for emotion. Give to each line equation for a symmetry. Give to each stanza a coherence for an argument. Give to it all a rhythm and a rhetoric. Result is Poetry.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Blue Sun Series: Convergence: Verse 32

The darkened blinds, pulled down in a paralysis, that hide the dead window behind, smooth and flat, look on nothing but another tenement window across an air shaft; equally as blind, equally as black.


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