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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

Monday, October 30, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 163

Pity them their faiths, their beliefs;
Their passions and their politics,
For they have no acquaintance
With history; no knowledge
Of the past. But, simply, what
They're told and are dependent
On the opinions of others, and
So: Never can they be Free.

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

Not just is it best described by mathematics; The universe is mathematics. Those rules for
Existence, for all which stays, which stands, in Being, are relations and are equations and are The links for That Which Is. Nothing could Be,
Absent itself in other, or not be known to other.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 158

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

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 157

To stand aside is our only obligation;
Not be partisan to the day, to the hour.
These follies that go to make for politics
In our nation soon shall pass, soon shall
Be forgotten. Our work, our futures are
Now began. We can't be followers of fools.

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 Today, bars us, keeps 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

Hard numbers of science can't sustain us.
Can't grant to us some sustenance; a relief.
Can't give to us a brief suspension of pain.
It's in the hope chest of belief; in the myths;
In the mythologies, in the faiths, we found
Our salience. It's these 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.
We invent our own faiths for life.
We have no need for these states; for,
These nations run by these plutocrats.
We rule ourselves.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 152

It's for our revelations we live.
For those sudden inspirations
Which shall come to us when
They'll come. Our allegiances
Solely are to them: to Insight.
Not to a nation or to any state;
But to our own minds. Alone.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 151

To know The Not; to have knowledge of nothing
Is the beginning of wisdom.
Just its start; just inception into understanding. To educate in blankness, in whiteness, in What is Not
Starts in the hearing of 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 That's new, that's original, that's unique,
Something only you could do; then,
You're lucky enough. And. If you can do it well, All the better. Whether done good or 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;
You become conductor of your own symphony of words;
Holding aloft the baton of syntax,
Beating time in measured verse, and, best,
Few can know this power.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 148

The function of mankind is to create: To make.
To produce. To do. Not be partisan in politics. Or to die for some ideology invented by idiots. 
We got our crafts to pursue and our own paths.
Smart thing to do by this world's wisdom was Never right thing to do. We'll go our own ways.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 147

There's a joy in beauty. It's got nothing to do with truth,
With right, with wrong; with anything else
Society or state might hold dear; might think;
Might value, nor what nation might judge to be important.
It just is. So. Then: Yes. Good enough!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 146

Each of us is creator in our own right;
A god made by us because of our own knowledge. Not one that's subservient
Or supplicant nor a slave to any other;
But obliged only to be just who it is we are.
Our quest is where it takes us. Is
Where its finds us in seeking for
Our destiny.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 145

Holy is the day and sacred is the hour and time
Never shall be returned. What's put off for fear, For sloth, pursue us in regret. The bold, though their lives were shorter, made statement; were remembered for it. Who'll then remembers we?

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 144

What then is it all about? Life. Love. Liberty.
Maybe. But there always is an AND.
Another then to be attached. To add. A THEN. Learning there's a magic within the stasis of Our solitary existence;
That every stone has a voice; every
Cloud its very own rhyme in
Its wrinkled rhythms of movement. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 143

Pawns for these politicians; pieces
For their servant bureaucrats,
Our lives mean nothing at all to them.
Merely are we to be moved,
Merely are we to be 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 the kiss for creativity; The gene to challenge an assumption that Everyone took for granted; that had been
Seen as secure from and past any dispute. Honor their courage. 

Monday, January 9, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 141

Night scream calls of owls seeking prey,
They hunt the hidden vermin of the day. Here we're silenced; no noble speeches
Make, constrained, by our uncertainty.
Should we show who and what we are;
What we've become; now we know we
Arrived from tomorrow.


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