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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

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 7

Tinsel tossed tenderly on the tree of reality, life soon tangles in confusion of direction; for all talks of charity, compassion and comity of religion, the test is this: who'll give you a buck when you're broke!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 6

Skeleton tree bared of leaf, slow movement in shadow, onyx sharp on a ivory key pressed; suppressed by soft pedals of ancient regret; plays in storms, plays, still plays on white piano: The Death of Winter.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 5

Your way is in your vision. Follow it. Schools are scams. All of life is a long hard process of unlearning, of rejecting, of refuting what's been taught in state instruction. Who you are is greater than any state.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 4

Auditors are not creators. That which can be easily verified can't be easily solved. Effort to confirm a problem of proof is higher, is greater, is of different order than method confirming mere computation.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 3

A teal religion, a dark cyan, blue-green in its primary meditation, is what's needed to replace those that have made us calendar to seasonal servility. Obeisance is made to rule of law; this is profoundly wrong.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 2

The heavens have become color. Turnstiles of light, emerald and crimson, swim and shimmer, fenced in formal rows, in the north night skies of winter; admit slender slices of blues and yellows to sneak on in.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 1

Delusion and illusion, the two true trains of society provide underground transportation; supply subway inspiration to travel upon, to stay upon rails of popularity of prejudice, between the station stops of life.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 33

Flat taunts of rain, turned by the wind to sleet, whip athwart the streets. Heads down, collars up, the harried hurry, trying to walk to homes and heat; but by white gales are held back on this fierce night.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 32

Beauty is better than Truth, because Beauty is more truer than Truth; for any truth lacking an essential elegance; for any truth absent lacking single pure simplicity, is no truth at all. It's impostor and a fraud.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 31

To seek for something new, to explore, to simply go, and not to find, is what it is all about. Movement alone is the mission. There's no joy in museums nor in musty books. The sublime is out there, waiting.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 30

Winter is season of anarchy. Covered silent shrouded slumbering skies conspire to reflect the long snow avenues, filling the empty halls of streets; making there, the bare bleak mirror of nothingness, in White.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 29

In-folded chrysalis, That Which Is, is, only for a time and is inside Time; as when, in Becoming To Be, That Which Is took on coat and cloak of Time, as its mantle, to cause; to enable, That Which Is to BE.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 28

Heathen flower, wild in garden, you don't belong here; no word for you, no appellation describes you. Just be strange from the flora around you. It's this difference, this distinction, that gives you beauty.   

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 27

Sea birds hum and hover over what's exposed. Despite cruel damp stink of death of out-going tide on a river strand, it shows, on wet sands on a bank, what's left. There's glamour in it: crabs that stare at us.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 26

The cut and slash of sarcasm is warrant for revenge. Who will, and in what sweet voice, reply to such a scarcity of wit? Who would speak of what we wished to say? Yet, still, we remain in silence at the hurt.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 25

Genius never sleeps. New wounds and fresh sufferings pound to stay awake. There's no answer to it; not even a question. It is what it is and what it is can never be what we would so want to have it be.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 24

The cancer of a benign transmission from the past prisons the present. No cause is ever lost. Tumors of tradition spread wide to strangle innovation. The new is excised, is censored; is cut out from the future.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 23

Study and work make for drudgery of existence. If you would live; create. Constant invention of the new, the different, is what sustains us; delight in destruction of what is then accepted truth before. 

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 22

Common cause of fools is War, of hated enmity against they not like themselves; they who are different in beliefs, in religions, in creeds. War is the end of they who can't see, of those blinded who refused life.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 21

Bush and brambles of deceit conceal and camouflage the hidden evil at the heart of capitalism. To seek it out to discover it, capture that cold kept secreted, deeply close, in the very marrow of its bones: War. 

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 20

Splitting rock fracturing thin crack widened by dirty water's black ice breaks stone; frozen fingers of fissure prying apart gray masonry of granite, shaking boulders loose to tumble down to canyon floor.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 19

Frozen rainbow of yellow and blue, hue of breathed hurt, of colored cold sucked down in lungs exposed; turns to green of bile inside; turns to algae cough; turns to catch of breath; turns into an inhaled icicle. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 18

The vast space between lust for power and the love for the potency of use of reason ever shall expand, when ignorant religion engenders murder by promoting bullets and bombs to decide difference of faith.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 17

Long dalliance, the pregnant charm of a mordant procrastination in surviving through the frost, saves the roses through the wet dreams of snows of winters. Sprigs spring forth to thorn; then to blossom.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 16

The studious happiness of ignorance, enhanced, fostered, by compulsory education in propaganda of the State, can only come to War; a common core of studies makes citizens docile in acceptance of lie.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 15

Time then to chamber the cartridge of desire. The taste of morning excites in the mouth, clean and hot and sugar sweet in the dawn; first coffee of the day stimulates, provokes, pushes the body to carry on. 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 14

Absent presence, absent being there; for all your piety, for all your stated belief, nothing can come of it without action, without the commitment of risk, without the gamble of being all in to accepting destiny.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 13

Before you break the rules and they ought to be broken, know the rules, know the statutes, and know the laws; and then, go ahead break them. Discover what's dishonorable in the law; then, do: Disobey!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 12

Curse on your head, you teachers, you mentors of mediocrity, you professors, you syllabic instructors of propaganda for a State; you who do know better, for your salaries, for your tenures; have led us astray.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 11

From rock to rock crab-wise they move, always close-hugging coasts of conformity; afraid to venture out onto the deep oceans of thought, of action; the teachers and professors, instructors in cowardice.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 10

It's an unfair world and should be so. We took out a payday loan; its balance is now past due. They who carried fire forward shall be celebrated. Who played safe, who only tried to make deadline, condemned.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 9

Numbers are present without things and are before things. The need for a thing to be a thing distinct is number; for without, it floats in the Void, unknown, unnamed; given number, is recognized and named. 

Season of Anarchy: Verse 8

What's permanent is change: laws evolve to change and laws that push evolution to evolve, to change, are shaped; sculptured as to force change: what grows to expand has wealth to grow to expand more.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 7

The frolic architecture of a flower was not designed for we but for some fertilizing bee. Time and chance have brought them both to harmony; to a dependent singularity. The one without the other wouldn't be.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 6

Quash the past. It has no meaning for us. We are of a different generation; a people without tradition. We'll make new rules and better laws. What was has no longer relevance for us. We will not revere it.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 5

So sudden was the ending, so unexpected and unplanned for was the news, the shock of death maimed me; and I became not me no longer but some weird limping creature with strange long distorted limbs.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 4

Come join me in rhyme and in sweet refrain. Reason is against us here, a barrier to the strange land of intuition. Sooth troubled mind. Musics from movements of the senses make detours to enter revelation.

Season of Anarchy: Verse 3

The holy land is wherever you happen to be standing in Time. It's that space you're occupying in The Now; not someplace outside, distant from you. It's where you are, and because you're holy; it's holy.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Season of Anarchy: Verse 2

Lavender skies and purple snows move soft in mauve, in least acknowledgement in the early morning hours; before dawn's rose hush rise of sun turns to streaks of yellow, of orange, on the still blue hills. 

Season of Anarchy: Verse 1

Season of anarchy, bare troubled winter of anxiety, has descended; has come, attended bleak, by creeping cold. A frost world crackles in brittleness; fractures into broken pieces of frozen divorce.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 33

Voyager sail on. Canvass of space is pushed by light; is propelled by fire of consciousness; is piloted by compass of compassion. Significance is shown in signature of every star to give passport to the future.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 32

Peeled paint, scratched, splintered, stretches a wooden window-sill; the panes in the old frame, four in all, beveled, bent, give individual view; each reflects its own disfigurement, and none of them are true.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 31

Remover and destroyer, acetone peroxide bomb, detonating blank white actinic light, exploding great shroud of destruction, a legacy destitution of life; perfidious bond: religion and ignorance of zealotry.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 30

In the rising ground of age, when the sea of youth and plenty slams against the cape of maturity, onto cliffs of destitution, the surge of necessity strains nuance from life; leaves lees of hunger, desperation. 

Quaking Aspens: Verse 29

Mask of a perfect day in the park: mauve clouds billowing blue beneath, a starry nation of rose mallow soft-swaying in wind; balm for troubled mind; for heavy bonded soul and heart, stranded here below.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 28

Sprays of over arching thick ferns spanning spare distance, sides sloping high green walls of canopy on dirt brown thin narrow deer path between: Wilderness track stay closed; keep secret from spying eyes. 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 27

The last light of day fires upon a lone larch tree; kindles it in an orange crimson hue to make it bleed in bright against the stark dark green stand of spruce, only to gradually subside down to twilights of blue.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 26

Light rain falling, in a refugee drizzle deported from the sea, wind whipped, transported from some mysterious fairer land, blows north; bringing hard harbinger warning of northwester coming down.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 25

Opening eyes in some morning rise; waking into some yellow dawn to a soft lush tranquility purged of anxiety of dream; waking into halo of stretching limb that precedes and foretells sunshine in the Mind. 

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 24

Fascination amplified by proximity to fear, by a close nearness to anxiety of oblivion, to nothingness, to that blank space that occurs at death, to razor's edge of life; stimulates and forces balance of maturity.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 23

Much of life consists of staying out of the rain. Learn all you can about all you can from whom you can; but beware the foolish ideologies of states, faiths and creeds for they'll fall as acid upon your very soul.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 22

A great crack in the world, a separation of continents, an ever deepening chasm, divides mankind; the orthodox evangelical from the rational liberal, and that crack is growing ever wider and is lengthening.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 21

Slogans dipped in blood, many times mistaken and many times misused, the long shadow of a flag or of a banner serves as a guide-on, serves as justification for invasion, for occupation; excuse for holocaust.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 20:

The rusty cage of democracy has been broken into; it's old lock of diplomacy shattered, and the tiger of ideology is let loose. In the silence of apathy, hear its snarl and its slurp: The teeth of anarchy devours.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 19

A plaintive pattern fashioned by a universal prayer; an aspiration greatly to be desired, that the fangs and horns of prejudice and betrayal can't prevent nor the smirk of slow acceptance hesitate, is peace. 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 18

Sparring words, wounding words, evoke and spawn an age of darkness of the heart; cause a closing of vessels of compassion; cause shutting arteries of empathy; cause the squeezing of sympathy from life.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 17:

The universe thinks in perceptions not things; the laws perceived are the rules applied to this World's evolution: We make reality up as we go along and, as we are; so shall the World be and shall become.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 16

Getting tired of being me. Blood-red moon rising in the East. There's a monsoon coming, a dark deluge and if I'm still as I am now, I won't make it. Neither will you. It's been coming on for a long time now.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 15

Too much too soon makes for so much pain; makes for an attachment, for severance that robs identity: Glass houses that we live in; glass houses that we die in; glass houses stand as sentinel to censure us.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 14

Reverberations of folly, blindly followed time and time again, the sharp-short bugle calls to march in step, to serve, to sacrifice, sound out in endless repetition; sounds in loud echo taps for endless war.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 13

Though still defiant, though still opposed, though still opposite in opinion and belief, beauty is forgiven everything. Comes at last too fast the ending for this life; but though the singer dies, the song lives on.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 12

Basement dingy, a subterranean apartment hidden concealed below the stairs; it's theory is excused by economists' exercises: Slavery is essential to capitalism; always been so, it's its sole justification.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 11

Arrest the sorrows of memories and the guilts of regrets. From convergence comes an emergence unstoppable. Escape license. Escape tyranny. You are meant for yesterdays and not just for today.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 10

There's revelation in concealment; solution in silver clouds smoothly passing across pale face of gold moon; in scent of night-blooming jasmine responding to that transit opening in spawning celebration.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 9

Owls, in vast assemblages on gnarled limbs, of oaks, of elms, sit still on branches, shackled by the dark, chained to longest night beginnings; hoot, protesting the Moon and in its shine ghostly sounds rebound.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 8

Strand of twisted oak, solemn survivor of the slicing stroke from lightning strike; defiant, stands alone amid fog and dark in silent celebration of still being here, of still being able, even now, to put forth life.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 7

Pale-transparent against snow covered hills, white shrouded somber ghosts, misty-vapor presences; in stripped thinned leaves, trees in heavy bark stand silent, nostalgic for the summer long since departed.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 6


Ease of money led us astray; corrupted us. Commerce made us avaricious, soft easy prey. Conscience's prick causes a consideration of direction, of a hardened change; to make mark with a black thorn stick. 

Friday, September 19, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 5

Never not for nothing, I am for you; though a phalanx of bayonets is deep arrayed in skirmish against me, I am for you. I will never forsake or desert or forget you. Though I die, faithful still shall I remain. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 4

Inspiration has no pity no apology, bones of belief are fleshed by adversity, made resilient by battle; the craters and the scars, seared in bombardment of the senses, meld, to join sentiment to the soul.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 3

Rime upon their budding branches, a frost is coming on the cherry trees, closing and cocooning exposed black extended tips; the fire of their blossoms both white and pink, will have to wait yet another Spring.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 2

Born absent a causation, with no connection needed to consequence, without a care for responsibility to anyone or to anything, we enjoy who we are: Who we are is just fine, is good, just because we are.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 1

Cold snap, twig break, winter is coming on and the lights are being turned on earlier every day. Startled by sudden changing winds, sharp anger in the aspen trees shake leaves in an awkward leaning tremble.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 33

Go for the gun. The rule of law is what you're carrying on your hip. Come quiet in the dark, with silencer ready. Shoot the fair enemy that was your Art. Begin new life over corpse of old, and then; create again.

Monday, September 8, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 32

In holding on to lantern light, when night has come, when the darkness looms so close, who shall dare to share and bathe in brightness then when each person's passion's flame is dimmed; trimmed by age?

Thursday, September 4, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 31

Saffron soft in mellow yellow hues, tinted by a late September afternoon, lazy clouds smother the early blues of morning in deeper tones of a slow motion gray that gives to distance the close horizon of hope.

Friday, August 29, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 30

We are but toys for Destiny; sailors on Fortune's ships. Our blood beats the finished story of our lives. In expectation of delight, beg early parole; for a reprieve. In turbulence and struggle, Fate sails us on.

State of Silence: Verse 29

The meek are not remembered. Genius is at war against common culture and lazy compromise. Be wild in ambition. Be savage in intention. Be berserk. Be barbarian. Temperance doesn't make for greatness.

State of Silence: Verse 28

Every age teaches for its very own madness, for its own unique psychosis, for its own peculiar lunacy; for we are born to be schooled, to be educated, to be so shaped as to become martyrs for our cultures.

State of Silence: Verse 27

Discrete and digital, blink by blink, breath by breath, reality hovers in and escapes out from existence; for that which is not is canvass for all that which is, for all that which was and for all that which will be.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 26

Funny that way, every day in every way, the expecting heart stumbles to broken promises, to dreams tripped by daily drudgery of work and obligation; yet keeps on beating, keeps on hoping for tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 25

Stay angry! Break the chains of conformity. It's a diesel rain we smell coming in the air, stench of our gasoline future, kindled by fires of faith; ignited by mullahs knowing nothing of what is, what will be. 

Friday, August 22, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 24

In the silence of the twilight, in that brief violet hour that comes right before the still calm of the night, lean in to hear quiet dark. Listen to that purple blush that follows sunset: astonishment at loss of sight.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 23

Suss-ration of leaves speaking in whispers, quaking aspens inconsolable, protest in green tears, shake in irresolute winds, surprised in anguish, unable to express themselves in any other way; quietly sway.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 22

Grim fragments of remembrance, sepia photos before The War faded now and creased; sad mementos for causes lost forever, haunt yet in dusty portfolios hidden in hope-chests in attics and in basements.  

Friday, August 15, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 21

The World has went astray some-when, and we're lost within its wilderness; for this Earth has become overgrown in weeds, dank masses of The Dark, a gray desert where nothing can grow but a rooted evil.

Friday, August 8, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 20

A stutter in thought is accompanied by a hesitation in action so yet still another opportunity is missed; another chance of change is gone and we're condemned to live, complacent, in our same old routines.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 19

River, cascading over ruffled rock, slick sharp and gray, spumes forth silvery wavy spouts; darkens in black pools of falls; sudden sparkles, emerging into sunlight; then, lies it still, submerging to a silence.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 18

Vapor habited by ghosts is my heart; broken voices murmuring in clogged vessels filled by memories of past conversations, speaking far away and close nearby; heard in the ear, in the pounding of the blood.

Friday, July 25, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 17

Distant in the mist, hidden in shroud of fog, sits the place of shadows; sits the dead and derelict world of the tenements; for they who choose to pay rent to any master shall never own a home of their own.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 16

Rain, spilled out from forced marriages of Earth and Heaven, tears of ground and sky, splashes down, washing with it the sins of yesterdays, taking with it the debts of today; leaving sudden clean streets.

Monday, July 14, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 15

Foreboding clouds, thick with rain, hover on the horizon. New thoughts in new ways are expressed in thunder so; rumblings of revolution, sparks in spikes of fire; in snare drum rolls of lightning revelation.

Friday, July 11, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 14

Deport the poor to give to the rich their place. Pay them the minimum wage to those that still remain. Starve them out so they shall leave. In their poverty of wit, such then is the privileged men's refrain. 

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 13

Moon pale, an in-folded light, amber sulphur hued, streams through tight pulled-down blinds at night, bringing dreams of delight. Long longings, soaking in desire, stretch, levitate; are readied for release.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 12

Abandoned in memory, faded away, dissolved to an ambiguity, who here shall speak for the dead? For those who were so untimely taken? They who are unknown; who are forgotten; who remain unnamed?

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 11

The silence of devastation prevails; since, once more, War's mad catastrophe has cleansed the Earth of Man: the cancers of faiths and states, ideologies of priests and politicians. have laid to waste our World.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 10

Blood, bone, brain incarnate deep within reality: All is One. All is Number. All is Thought illuminating Being: Three things shape and guide everything, as absent them, there would be Nothing; just Void.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 9

Long remedy of days, of hours and of years, of hopes and fears, the certain light so sure so steady in mists of mornings, fades with age; dissolves into a stricken illness in time, into a habit and necessity. 

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 8

As their defense, a fascist nation forces its young peoples to become nihilists, to believe in nothing, to become rebels to no causes at all; for when made subservient to State is to be made subject to no faith.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 7

Ignorance is bane of Man. What you don't know will kill you; make you evil; make you enemy of your self. The professors, the priests and politicians all make up a cabal for the prevention of knowledge.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 6

At a distance removed and dimly remembered, still not seen distinct, but yet somehow felt, what we do sense is not reality; the World is but the hologram of a lucid dream: It is a dream within another dream.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 5

Savagery encased in venom, a dagger in its sheath is politician's speech. They murder us with words, pander us with their flattering and seek to silence our dissent with future comforts they can't provide.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 4

Whatever the words, it is the acts that show their meaning, but all acts stem from words; the words are first, and without them, there can be no acts: The more beautiful are the words, the greater are its acts.

Monday, January 27, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 3

Servants of the State, suitors for government support, servitors for grants, for favors, for permit to life. The conceit of freedom is denied in such a nation, where its people live at a permission and not a right.

Friday, January 24, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 2

Knowledge of surveillance sits upon our every gesture, on every frown; the recognition they know me now, they're onto me. As I've no understanding of myself I'm wondering maybe they know who I am.

State of Silence: Verse 1

Hard knock of gunmen at the door, a state of silence prevails; lights out and a whisper in the dark, the waiting for rush inside: A nation at apprehension and of suppression of speech has been created here. 

Monday, January 6, 2014

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 30

There is no hope for fools. Guns, gold and genius run the world. No nation, absent possession of all three, can rule. When the mean intellect of a citizenry is diminished so is the future of their country.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 29

Shackled to corpses of capitalism, chained to the dry bones of commerce and merchandise, we waste life in spending hours and days in competition; to best each other for more goods and greater dollars.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 28

Them who aspire to be physicians to the world, who pronounce cures for every malady, politicians, are full of cancers of malignity, imposing laws to break the back of enterprise, to make of work a drudgery.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 27

Vow poverty and seek to give yourself a mean life, small and stiff, to be kept cell within a narrow lane. Travelers of time need riches to expand their view; need affluence to find romance; to lead lives wise.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 26

Hear in the fine patter of the rain on the oak leaves first music of what is, kept in time by the shadow of the yew tree; the yew upon the oak playing out old tunes of destiny, song of the coming dawn of Who?

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 25

In leafy patterns of energy, trees spread branches wide in high diffuse; while sucking, while absorbing by green lickings, by turquoise farming, the bounty that's spread upon the blue table of heaven's fuse. 

Blue Moon Rising: Verse 24

Become aggrieved by this nation of zombies; aggravated by this state of fools, allegiance is withdrawn; it's withheld. We owe them nothing, nor do they in their ignorance owe us a thing. We're now for quits! 

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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