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.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Vese 162

Smiling faces peer out from pictures.
Smiling faces, lost in time, are gone.
Forgotten, are not recognizable now.
Just smiling faces. Must have meant
Something once. Now just residing,
Confined to the faded photographs.
Stare. Still. And. Looking up at me.
Smiling.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 161

In late afternoon light is bent to yellow;
To a lamp-vent liquid shallow shadow,
That then first turns to an orange hue
To splash the black upon rooftops
Of the City into a dark azure blue; as,
Under traveling gaze of a setting Sun,
Prints of the fire escape shift upon
Redbrick faces of the 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;
Their roofs: These tar beaches of the City.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 160

Like all species, political entities evolve.

Some state, some nation, some country

Might seem permanent, last a long time;

Might seem fixed in the society of nations.

Soon enough, though, it shall cease to be;

Shall be dissolved. It shall be forgotten; as

Our religions and our faiths might appear as
Quaint; may seem, as absurd to generations
To come as well as are our philosophies, our
Beliefs of today. And, yes, so shall we too.  

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,
For all which stands, in Being,
Are the relations, are equations;
Are the links, for That Which Is.
Nothing could Be,
If absent itself in other, or
Not be known to other, or
To remain as an unknown.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 158

Spit in the eye of society.
Poetry and Philosophy
And physics too, aren't
But a necessity for Man's
Continuation; they have
Advanced our evolution.
Fight on. Carry on, in the
Resistance to Ignorance.
Sole sin and transgression
Is denying nature of reality.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 157

To stand aside is sole, our only obligation;
Not be partisan to the day, or to the hour.
All these arguments, which partisans hold
Dear has been argued thousands of years.
These follies; that go to make for politics,
In our nation, soon shall pass; soon shall
Be forgotten. Our work, our enterprise, are
Now began. We can't be followers of fools.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 156

This tired race
Shall never conquer the stars;
Shall never print its foot upon
Distant planets and alien moons.
That adventure awaits a new;
For a more courageous Man;
Who seeks to pierce those
Far distances that Today
Bars us, that keeps us,
From our destinies. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 155

Someday soon;
Maybe it's already happened
There will be a transformation;
A new beginning.
Everything we hoped for,
Everything prayed for,
Everything stated in
The ancient prophecies
Shall be born and, yes, it has!
But, I guess we missed it.

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.

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.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 151

To know The Not;
To have recognition of Nothing
Is the beginning of knowledge;
Just its start; just an inception,
Into some brief understanding
In the learning of What Is Not.
To study blankness, whiteness,
Begins, in the listening to, the
Beats of our hearts.

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,
Well, you're lucky enough.
And. If you can do it well,
That's all for the better.
Whether done good, or
Done badly, don't matter.
Just the doing is sufficient. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 149

You've become your own instrument
When you're a poet. You became your
Own conductor of your own symphony
Of words, holding aloft baton of syntax,
Beating time in a measured verse; and,
Then, reciting new shouts at the world.
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;
Not die for some ideology,
Invented by the politicians. 
We got our crafts to pursue.
We walk on our own paths.
The smart thing to do, by this
World's wisdom was never
The right thing to do. So.
We'll go our own ways.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 147

There's a joy in beauty.
It's got nothing to do with truth,
Since facts are asymmetric; never balanced.
It's got nothing to do with ethics or morality, 
With right, with wrong, or with anything else
Society or State might hold dear; might believe;
Might value, nor what may be judged important.
It just is. So. Then: Yes. Fine. It's good enough!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 146

Each of us is creator;
Is maker, by our own right;
By a god made by us residing
In our own head, resulting
From our own study. Not one
Demanding a subservience,
Or for a slavish supplication.
Our obligation is to seek
For who we are and to be
What we are. Our Quest is
Where it takes us. That's
The adventure of life; in
A finding for our destiny.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 145

Holy is the day and sacred is the hour
And time, never shall it be returned.
What's put off for fear; for sloth,
Pursues us in regrets. The bold,
Though their lives were shorter,
Made statement; made imprint;
Were remembered for it. Who'll
Then shall remember us?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 144

Well, then, what's it all about?
Life? Love? Liberty? Family? Maybe.
Maybe. But there's always an "AND."
Another then to be attached; to add: a THEN. Learning there's a magic within this stasis of Our solitary existence; that there's an energy;
That every stone has a voice; every cloud has
Its very own rhyme in its wrinkled rhythm of movement. And the question is: Why is That?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 143

Pawns we are for these politicians;
Pieces to move in rigid formations,
Pushed in line by surly bureaucrats.
Our lives mean nothing at all to them.
Merely are we here to be of service,
To be shoved forwards into battle
For causes we barely understand
And have for us but little benefit;
Merely are we to be played,
Upon the board of life.

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
Assumptions which
Everyone takes for
Granted; that had
Seem secure from;
That had been way
Past any dispute.
Honor their courage. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 141

Night scream call of owls seeking prey,
Hunting the hidden vermin of the day. Here we're silenced; no noble speeches
Have we, constrained by uncertainties.
Should we show who and what we are?
Should we declare what we've become;
Now we know we arrived from tomorrow.