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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

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 100

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

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 99

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

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 98

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

Monday, July 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 97

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

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 96

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

Friday, July 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 95

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

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 94

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

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 93

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

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 92

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

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 91

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

Friday, July 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 90

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

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 89

This is a faux generation,
Imitating, simulating, the
Real thing. It's ascended;
And now it's succeeded us.
They lack for everything;
For our authentic fire, but
Merely emulate; but merely
Imitate; trying to camouflage,
To cover over, what has gone
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;
So in philosophy,
Always take the
Flanking paths.
Feint and weave.
Indirection gives
Solution for win.
Not "What is Being?"
But "Describe Nothingness."
Not "What can we Know?"
But "How could we not Learn."

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 85

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

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 84

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

Friday, July 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 83:

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

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 82

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

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 81

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

Friday, July 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 80

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

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 79

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

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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