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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

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

The universe is not just best described by mathematics; the universe is mathematics. Relations and equations are the rules for existence. Nothing can be without itself in other, nor be knowing other.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 158

Spit in eyes of society. Poetry and Philosophy aren't but necessary for man's evolution; they caused our evolution. Fight on. March on. Carry on resistance to ignorance. Sole sin is the denying nature of reality.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 157

Our obligation is to stand aside; not be partisan to the day and to the hour, since those follies shall soon pass and all will be forgotten. Our work, our future, has just begun, and can't be seen slave to our past.

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 bars 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

It's not the hard numbers of science sustained us, gave us sustenance, a relief, and brief suspension of pain; it's the hope chest of belief: These myths, these mythologies, these faiths, that 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 and invent our own rules for life. We got no need for these states run by plutocrats. We rule ourselves.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 152

We live for our revelations; for those sudden inspirations which will come to us when they come and our sole allegiance is to them, those insights, and not to any nation or to any state; but to our minds.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 151

To know The Not, to have the knowledge of nothing, is the beginning of wisdom. Just the start; just an inception into understanding. To educate in blankness, in whiteness, in hearing 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 new, original, unique, something only you can do; then, you're lucky enough. If you can do it well, the better; done good, 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; become the conductor of your own symphony of words, holding the baton of syntax, beating the time in measured verse, and few can match that power.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 148

The function of creative people is to create: To produce. Not to be partisan in politics. We have our own crafts to pursue and our own paths. Smart thing to do is never right thing to do. We'll go our own ways.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Blue Sub Series: Confluence: Verse 147

There's a joy in beauty that's got nothing to do with truth, with right, with wrong or with anything else society and states may hold dear and might think or judge to be important. It just is. So. Good enough.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 146

Each and all of us is a creator in our own right, a god by our creation not subservient nor a slave to any other; but obliged solely to be just who it is we are. Our quest where it takes us; is to seek our destiny.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 145

Holy is the day and sacred is the hour and never shall be returned. What we put off for fear, for sloth, pursue us in regret. The bold though their lives are shorter make statement and are remembered for it.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Cinfluence: Verse 144

What then is it all about? Life. Love. Liberty. And. Then. Learning there's magic within the motion of our solitary existence every stone has voice and every cloud its very own rime in its rhythms of movement. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 143

Pawns for the politicians and for their servant bureaucrats, your life has nothing to do with them at all; merely are you moved, merely are you 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 a kiss for creativity; the gene to challenge an assumption that everyone takes for granted; which seems secure from dispute. Honor their courage. 

Monday, January 9, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 141

Night screams call of owls seeking for prey, hidden vermin of the day. Here we're silenced, besieged by uncertainty. Should we expose who and what we've become; now we know we arrived from tomorrow.


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