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WAY OF THE SEVEN STARS


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.
ALL IS THOUGHT ILLUMINATING BEING

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 30

Who would grade you, degrades you. Timidity taxes; hides, harasses the in-born natural action of an outbound approach to living life. To comply is to die; so defy! Why walk the long wharf out to...what?

Monday, November 26, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 29

Suppressed by the smell, the stink of blind religion; that makes dark gravity that holds down the light of reason; that grapples, censors and compresses thought, men can never aspire to reach for heaven.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 28

Rain all day, and just too-tired, the blood-fired boiler of the heart gives out; surrenders in final shutdown to the cold, and to the coma, to the withdrawal, and to the long sleep of hibernation.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 27

Short-sleeved Summer soundly sleeps in schools of surrounding rainbow flowers. Sketch and render a slumbering loveliness vision of surrendered smiles of raised hands in living flames' close-studied hues.

Friday, November 23, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 26

By its endless ending that makes of death a suicide, new beginning is signified of an eternal recurrence of renewal; coming Spring the going on with no surrender in a refusal to stop and cease the pain of life.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 25

Heavy in argument but weighed light in reason, furious factions spit anger; though nothing is certain. Possibilities and probabilities float and surround us, remain unseen, ignored, not taken; forever gone.

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 24

Forest floor of religion brambled over, its commandment vines twisted thick by encumbering curves; entangle the feet of genius in obsolete laws and regulations that smother creativity, and so stifle art.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 23

Savage still holding science's sacred ground, in an everlasting standing duel, sharpened edge of the sword of mind sustained throughout, as the world of faith is engaged; to be fought to first blood win.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 22

Black dungeon heart, shut against follies from philosophy's new breeds of men's frivolous fashions of thought; open up. Part the long black veil, and laugh at the foolish faiths men strive so hard to die for.

Monday, November 19, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 21

The forge of fire tempers a heart of steel. Train through pain to gain. That faint forsaken path just off of the dark canyon road of life may only lead on into a wild wilderness of thorns of regret: Take it anyway.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 20

Chimes of discord, making of this evening into frown, in a distant plain complaint, night sounds play sharpened chord in high distinct; sigh and sow and swear and edge the angry wind with discontent.

Friday, November 16, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 19

Rise. Howl down the night to spell the dawn in spilling light. Pierce the clouds of doubt. Rays of consciousness spin-toss through warmth of coming Sun, climbed out from bed of black despair. 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 18

Banish color from the world and make it sing a simple sepia tune. Leach from it all its hue. Contrast it; high heighten the bleakness of its past from the brightness of its future and chiaroscuro chant of that.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 17

Thinking of trees is in seasons, budding Spring to bare Winter. The tinder of time catches fire late. So bad is its delay, so slow is its ignite; it's good. Lately. Lately. Come you light. Come. Come. Illuminate.

Monday, November 12, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 16

Weathered stones covered in moss, at annual scheduled ceremony, at grave-sites of veterans of wars; the voices whisper with the tolling of bells their loud regret for lost chance and for wasted opportunity.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 15

Store bought emotion has replaced natural feeling. Even stranger now is delayed response that's made after so long a wait for energy for power and for the buried source and vital fountainhead of sympathy.

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 14

Substitute and insert an idle dream on an indolent day deep inside the closing veil of sleep, a curious thing to contemplate in the smoky blue light of a trance, encased and safe within the bubble of song.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 13

Fling away and abandon that past so filled up with the lies of exceptional-ism of nation and of belief; of favored few that have been given truth and a special destiny, distinct, divided far from the rest of men.

Friday, November 9, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 12

Close down eyelid of consciousness. Substitute; cruel remove the cobalt blue from out the crystal skies of hope; replace the Sun of Faith by doubt of cancer black; shut-cut handle from off the door of change.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 11

So much for the prayer set in stone of its sacred constitution, grim becomes the politics of this nation. Bless this short sight stone blind love into future for the long view looks towards disconnect from life.

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 10

A promise of heaven is the deliverance of hell; utopias come and go, the world remains just as it is, speaking again and again with white-harsh and pale-blatant shouting voices of down-falling snow.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 9

The latter days of this great depression, of this grand desolation, of an indulgence in despair, are done. Circle round the Sun in colored light. Sketch the dawn in blue and gold. Paint the world in pastel green. 

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 8

A storm raging within its ground, laid out weary and worried hard times are come again upon the land; in the wearing of its majesty of fear, the trail of the long black veil of sorrow scrapes to cloud the soul.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 7

Love is the lasting art. It contains a smile secreted in a dissonance in every dream and in every desire. Life sentence that's inscribed, that's tattooed upon the heart; there is no relief from it and no amnesty. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

The Long Wharf Out: Summer Solstice Section 6

Nature, cured of the presence of Man, is set free and is reprieved. Man's absence lets it loose from humanity's tired discourse, which accords to it some hidden innate purpose or deep subtle design.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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