By its endless ending that makes of death a suicide, new beginning is signified of an eternal recurrence of renewal; coming Spring the going...
Infinitely delayed, with no chance of a departure yet, just stuck here forever, without a reprieve, no leaving and no hoping of it; spiked s...
A rustling high above is come, heard faint is this hurricane of days, storm-dancing trees swaying their slender canopies, in a syncopated vi...
Sparks in the dark ignite; to go to make an offering of light between the possibility and the final performance of the action a hesitation r...
Close down eyelid of consciousness. Substitute; cruel remove the cobalt blue from out the crystal skies of hope; replace the Sun of Faith by...
Semaphore of their coming dance of leaves, buds are spiking on twigs to announce an early Spring. In their green whispers of such birth, the...
A shame and a sorrow and a bereavement of days; Desperate stutter for some consciousness to come: Birth-Daze.
Every one who reads this Blog has an interest in improving their physical and psychic abilities, or else why would they be reading this Blog...
O to give me just one single candle-light of hope. I'm just a visitor here, am but a temporary transient; soon I will be leaving this pl...
Visibility denied, a fading away from line of sight gliding down a desert Highway in a blue electric light. There's a better travellin...
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.
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
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 29, 2016
The legs go first as every boxer knows. He who skips his roadwork is only kidding himself. To pound the pavement every day is the only way to do it; hitting daily on those trails, and so it is too for every skill and art.
Speak to me not of the sanctity of labour. The grind of toil weakens when not done for some purpose of the spirit but solely remuneration of the purse; what we do for work shapes who we are and would be.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Days of delight when innocence had ruled are over. The blood of teeth and claw is sovereign alone. Ignorance is blister and sore that infects our world. Princes of this nation brought the plague of war.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Take no side in wars between dogs and cats. Battles between the slaves of faiths, between the disciples of beliefs, between the servants of rituals; have nothing to do with us, for they're waged by lesser men.
Get angry. No god shall vet for you a paradise. Listen to the deity in your head. Society will shackle you in chains; will imprison you in its conformity. Those iron links can be broken, burst apart in a cold rage.
Friday, October 28, 2016
Poetry is omission; those spaces that make for splits and jumps empty in every line mirror the arcane symbols of the maths underlying truth. It's what not's there which makes what's there real, enduring.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
The skies judge us all with its grays, its blues, its violets and with its sometimes reds, crimson salmons of our existence; pollutions of our lives which make for such glorious sunsets: Purity is often overrated.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Brave speech bravely spoken is what poetry is all about; words in such a rhythm they cause a sunshine squint in eyes of listeners, cause earache of verse to burrow brain; dug before they'll know of invasion.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Scolds of the day can be carried with an ease, with an easy slight shrug in recognition, in pausing to consider critics lead metered lives ticketed for mediocrity; parked frozen lines in zombie formations.
Cold blue steel sky of unchanging weather. No clouds. Just this big blind cataract sun glaring down on our city. Doesn't see us at all. Doesn't care for us at all. Doesn't know we're here. One-eyed blind stare.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
In that same worrisome way, we always have; thinking of the troubles to come on the morrow, with all that anxiety, with all that foreboding fear; still, still, we had our yesterdays, and I have your smile still.
Everything looks easy, viewed from prejudices of the present; how could such actions happen, such belief followed resulting in a tragedy of war: How then shall our own faith be judged by the future?
Friday, October 14, 2016
The suitcase we carry with us containing clothes of our past weighs to stoop shoulders, to bow the spine, to make every step into the future, the sliding drag of the infirmed and old. Leave it behind.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
The clay pot of skull that holds the mind is soon shattered in the competitions of politics. These sad politicians seeking salvation by an acquisition of power over others; if taken seriously, break brains.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
All grows dim in a winter twilight. A slate-black glow from sinking Sun is serving to illuminate deserted walks emptied by dusk; street-lamps igniting to sulphur fires giving to asphalt pavements a violet hue.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Pewter waves rolling into shore spliced by white plumes of spray, singeing the air with the smell of salt. A fine October day, clean, crisp and with the tang-snap of cold to come; it will prove to be a long Winter.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Serrated city, cut with violence, Chicago sits in fear of tomorrow, of what comes silent stalking on the morrow. Winds push, lean against thin buildings; to prison those who peer out upon crackling clouds.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Aluminum skies merge with seas in gray-blue annealing light this dawn; neither sky nor sea distinct, mist rolling forwards in white waves, obscuring everything; even the Sun seems dimmed, diminished.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
The great brave words that so thrill the soul and activate the spirit are scare spoken now; instead, one gets gibes from petty politicians who desecrate the past to make a mockery of the nobility of the dead.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Leaning there, the keel and the spine of you leaning always close and against the wind; not yielding, not swaying; just staying on course, to what, to where, who knows, who cares. It's the sailing that matters.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Running river and wild woods grant far more solace and far greater salvation to any spirit to any psyche than do all philosophy and all religion. Protect them. Savor them. They're your real faith for deliverance.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
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
My country is me not some state outside of me. I swear allegiance to no party, no cause, no country; but my own creation. My nation is myself and I carry my nation in my own mind and in my own heart.
We bend to follow the Moon and not towards the Sun as do all of those drone heliotropic plants. We are the moon's flowers, not the sun's flowers and we are walkers of the nights. We're shadows among you.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Salvation comes from creation. We all have got deities in our heads and they should be listened to, and should be argued with; as best criticism comes from inside oneself and every voice we hear is different.
Full moon tonight and the nightwalkers are out in streets filled with amber glow of streetlamps rivaling moon's own gold glow in casting double shadows on the pavements, in shades of turquoise and violets.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Dumb all the way inarticulate of expression that you really wanted to say, you're unable to say; for your nation made you tongue-tied. Rage within you is a great rage, and it shall be expressed by a revolution.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
If you want to challenge authority or you wish to change the world, you better learn to sleep with your boots on. They're coming for you and they won't be giving you advance warning. So: Be a light sleeper.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Hardest occupation and only one of relevance to 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
The common vitriol and vituperation of American election leaves one wanting for another country that proclaims with sanity of wit rather than with curses of politicians shouting ever more vindictiveness.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Clever is as clever does. Though men may try to hide what they are their acts will betray them. Listen to deeds; not to words. Most shall speak of an ability they lack to magnify their pasts. Watch what they do.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Once you realize you were wrong about it all; that it wasn't that way at all; that what you though had happened, had never taken place; then what you do is sit, and to think: Well that's all over with now.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Slave to other are we when we can't fend for our self or think for our self. Skill needed to know how to support oneself and family, knowledge needed for how world works, are both same needs for free men.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Politicians are performance artists. Some have better material than others. Some are better performers than others. And some have better material and are better performers too. They who got both vote for!
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Nations come and go and states come and go and faiths and governments come and go. So. Then. What is really important in all of an ever changing impermanence? Knowledge that you shall come and go too.
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Old adage of "police your brass" applies to life. We leave behind shells of ourselves; a detritus of existence. Some few we hope will be remembered and respected. But the rest are best forgotten.
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
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?
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.
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
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
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
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
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
Friday, July 22, 2016
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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 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!"
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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?
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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!
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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