Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 88

The issue is not:
Why others believe as they do.
Issue is:
Why it is they think how they do;
Why it is they will act as they do.
How they act is rooted in how they think.
How they think is rooted in the mutable
Laws of evolution.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 87

There's no glory in it.
There is no honor.
War is blood, shit, piss;
Nothing else. There's no
Reason for it, nor a logic.
It kills the bravest, to let
Cowards rule in Congress;
In the nations' presidencies
As prime ministers of States.

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."

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.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 83:

Trite and tired
Are formula expressions
Of a pledged adherence to state and faith Contained in the posts by the politicians, who Pronounce and broadcast each and every day
To sitting soft audiences of the social media.
Do they know what it is they're speaking of?
Such speech of arrogance is the cause of wars.

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,
For artists and for scientists;
But one for oligarchs, one for
Plutocrats; for the politicians
Who slave and service them.
I'll not eat from that dish.

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.

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.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 78

Voice in the head;
But fear in the throat,
And then nothing gets said.
Words are dictated to oneself
By oneself. If the words are true,
They born seed in verse to flower
Into poetry. If words are common,
They'll fall into prose, a meaner art.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 77

We have become a split people
Of a difference. A divide between
Us has occurred. Maybe an evolution;
Maybe a devolution, and maybe both.
Half of us belong and cling to the past.
Half pursue and aspire to the future.
But. None now belong to the present.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 76

Amoeba, that's eating away at the Will
Of the Nation is avarice; is the fat slug
Of the grub for greed, is the tapeworm
Of ambition for immediate possession;
For the here and now, that diminishes;
That makes small; that starves venture
For further, ever further for the farther
Far Frontiers.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 75

The significance is everything.
Though what we do appears
Without purpose, looks absent
From all reason, devoid of logic;
What is in us gradually shall
Advance to the fore; then,
A revelation happens as
We become who we are.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 74

Lust and greed, avarice of desire,
Drive the politics of the nation.
Politicians will speak of change
While voters sleep unawares.
Arguments among the parties
Engaged in politics are skewed
To determine which castes will
Rule to control the peoples.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 73

Strawberry moon, berry red,
Shining in the short night of
Solstice colors the river in
Winter, smears it in blood;
As slow cascades of silent
Black waves slash on its
Snow-filled white shores,
Sounding a warning crash
To no one there in the dark.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 72

It burns you. It consumes you.
Visions of works you still got to do.
The songs. The poems. Those films
There still there hiding in the head.
Growing larger. Crowding together.
Pushing forward waiting to be born.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 71

Purpose of life is:
To bend Time; to
Fold it, to sustain
Chords from Past
Into a far Future.
If what we did in
Life has relevance
To generations to
Come; has impact,
Life wasn't wasted.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 70

In a strange place
In a strange time,
Pale light from a gold
Moon, shines in slivers;
In cold silver, chaining,
Night to sleep; locking in,
Far distant suns of vision;
Tangling in ropes of doubt:
What are we, but dreams?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 69

Deserted woods,
Silent of voice of birds;
A Land of Death.
Nothing moves here.
Nothing stirs here.
Desert of desiccation;
Dry trees droop
In limbs bare of leaf;
Broken branches.
We started as Hope;
We have ended up
As being Despair.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 68

Light-stepping man,
Gravity of care eludes
You now. It will all change.
Burden of responsibility shall
Weigh you down. You'll soon
Shall see your father in your
Mirror whenever you'll shave.
You've become your own ghost.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 67

Education is an erasure of everything;
Of those tools that could set us free.
Taught to have our faith in a State
That never has cared for us; except
As vessels for exploitation, to use,
To serve for its imperial needs.
We've forgotten of our own;
To be WE.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 66

Scales upon our eyes
Are cataracts of faiths
Blinding, depriving us
Of vision. What seems
So obvious to believers;
To zealots of the faiths;
Appears to us distorted,
As astigmatic to reality.
To other observers; to
Outsiders, to outcasts
From belief: Step back.
Stop. Pause. Consider.
We live in dangerous times.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 65

The cavity of doubt
Is drilled by experience;
Is abscessed, impacted,
By any promising a truth
Not provable by reason.
Non-verified statement
Eats away at the enamel
Of logic; tries to crumble it,
Seeks to destroy it; till all
That is left of life is Fear.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 64

Revelation spawns new civilizations,
By giving birth to hope for humanity;
For that which has been made known
To ourselves by and from ourselves;
Bypassing the strictures of societies,
Is that what makes for the future. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 63

To the dead we owe deliverance;
To those who've gone before us,
Bearing their pains of existence,
Enduring it, without complaints,
As to how cruel unfair all of it is.
They did it for us, our ancestors;
They, who were our forebears.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 62

Spell tomorrow
By the magic of our yesterdays.
The relay race of civilization is run,
By passing the baton of experience
To our successors; in handing it over.
Our day is done and they shall carry
It forward. What was will always be
If the pace is still kept.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 61

Groan for this Nation of the Night.
It's been given over to dark walkers.
It needs no Moon for them to see by;
For, in their silent trudging, head bent
Forward and down, deafness stepping;
Not knowing each other, ignoring each
Other; they glide through life by a thin
Light from off their beaming cell phone.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 60

Sculpture your verse to make it be
Electric in memory. Poetry should
Look good as well as sound good.
The more senses it engages and
Elicits, the more powerful it is.
Words should smell and taste.
Words ought move and dance.
Meaning is last.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 59

To have a validity;
To have good logic in your opinion,
Facts must be sought, must be known;
Must be stated in a format, promoting
Fostering perception of the argument.
The obscure is an excuse for meaningless;
So say it always in the common tongue.
Not like this.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 58

Word may make for Flesh,
Because absent words,
There is no humanity.
But beneath both Word and Flesh
Is the very same Number
And beneath that Number
Is the Void, from which The Three:
Word and Flesh and Number, spring.
Beneath Void, there is The Nothingness;
The No-Thing. It is that which makes the rest.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 57

We're all of us
Born too soon;
Way before our time.
If only we'd been born later;
Then, maybe, just maybe,
We would perhaps, have been recognized; Maybe lauded for what we truly were. But. Maybe not.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 56

There are prime people.
There are sub-prime people.
There are they who can and do;
Have great credit, are creative.
There are they who said they could;
Who said they would; got bad credit,
And those are the real Americans;
Like us.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 55

The fractures which imperil
To crack the hearts of nations
Stem from hard adherence
To a bleeding intolerance;
Stem from cores of confidence
That the ignorant of knowledge
Both share in equal measure:
In the necessity for a zealotry
At the centers of their beliefs.
This fractures in divisiveness,
Since it causes a false division
Between those, who demand
A submission to sacred texts
Of their imaginary gods, and
Those demanding that very same
Subservience to the constitutions
Of politics and laws made by men.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 54

Reality is a cake of many layers;
A thin frosting of words covering
Over the numbers, hidden under;
Followed by the layer of energy
Beneath; all of it sitting, on the
Thick strata of nothingness: All
Resting on a plate of the great
Void.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 53

Worse is the public education
As preparation for the marathon
Of life. School is intended to tutor
For short sprints; to train for speed
In hurdling students' lives for fates
Of servitude in society and for state;
Never for distance; for long-running.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 52

The bent and flexion
Of the bow of our experience;
Drawn from what little we knew
Drawn from what little we've done;
Pulled against that all, which we
Are yet ignorant of and left unfinished,
When we let loose the arrow of our ambition.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 51

Whoever possesses the weapons;
Whoever is trained, who are skilled
In their usages, are they who shall
Decide fate of states; not politicians;
Not professors; not the pundits of law;
And certainly, not the poets; but, it's
The warriors.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 50

Everything worth learning is learned
In spite of school; in the saying of a "NO"
To the pronouncements of the professors,
Those rote teachers of the State's accepted 
Knowledge. They who create who've shown it
Through their own work, are they who should
Be listened to; not they who can solely lecture On the struggles and on the efforts of others.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 49

A borrowed philosophy,
Not of one's own making;
Hampers your humanity.
What feels right is right.
The statutes of a State;
Commandments of a Faith
Serve only as guides for
Citizens and believers.
In the end; sole judge
Of You is You, your Self!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 48

The bitterest slavery
Lies in that condition,
When fettered in chains
Of ideology; in delusions,
In deceptions, we've imposed
Upon ourselves; when looking
Into the mirror, we spy deceit
Looking back. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 47

Lies yet said in nostalgia for some past
When the government was considered
Great and good; in forgetting the wars,
In forgetting the constant conflicts:
The incursions into foreign nations,
The infiltrations into other states;
Done not for you; never for you, but
For the fortune of the plutocrat few.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 46

To steer one's own way
Wherever it leads and
Whatever its final harbor
And ending port, even if it
Leads one astray; even if it
Strands one adrift; at least,
Then one can say: The navigator
And the captain of your ship was
You.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 45

The Empire, owned by the plutocrat elites,
Controls the World seducing minds of Men
Into common servitude, into a slavery, by Keeping them occupied with the vanity of
The Internet, the vacant web of promise;
Of, a false hope; that, maybe, just maybe,
That they'll say, what it's they'll do; then,
All can change.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 44

Rank abuses,
Politicians fire at each other
In their daily duels of vitriol,
Wound the public; hurt society,
While leaving these hacks of bureaucracy Unharmed, intact, unscathed. Thick vests
Of ignorance, they proudly wear, prevent
Any penetration by the bullets of facts.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 43

Only memories remain
When dying to the World,
With descendants, yet alive;
As a remembrance of them gone.
Some small gesture a child makes
Is the same; is the very one, once made
By some ancestor, long dead now; that
Very same movement repeated,
Again.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 42

World we see is what we are;
A reflection of ourserves; not,
What IS. That's something else
Entirely. Avarice for acquisition
Stems from paranoia of existence.
It comes from a fear of knowing
There's something else out there;
From being deaf to the listening;
To the hearing of music in the tempo
In the harmony of the flow of things.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 41

Monkey chattering in the Mind;
In that continuous chittering, 
Arguing with the Self; against
Thought is slowed down, is
Silenced, is stilled, to allow
Voice of within and without,
To become louder, clearer; to
Become distinct, to call itself:
Poetry. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 40

Their name is government
These free grazers on humanity.
They batten fat upon results
Sown by others' toils; became
Obese because of indolence.
They, themselves, do nothing;
But make sure none others
Could or can do anything.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 39

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 ever drop them onto
The hard floor of Truth.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 38

Our purpose is to scribe the present
So as to ensure: there is the future.
What seems so antique in the past
Is reflected yet again in the present;
Again is repeated, mirrored in the future;
For nothing should be forgotten
Of the follies of Men.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 37

The task
Is to reconcile
Oneself with one's Self.
Cults, caused by religions,
Cause by faiths in states,
Have murdered millions:
All they, not of one's Tribe,
Were destined; have been
Assigned to a slaughter.
There be many faiths.
There be many beliefs.
There be many nations.
These ideologies, which
Entangled; twisted minds
To martyrdom, are steps,
To Ascend. Religion's
Purpose is: To pave
The Way to a Birth
Of the New Man.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 36

These lords of finance; these sham
Priests of economics, druids of capital;
These bankers, and all of these brokers,
Who brought so much ruin to the world,
Smile, with a smirking grin, concealing,
Canine teeth are ready; so ready to yet
Again, to send more unsuspecting men
To wage rapacious war to benefit them.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 35

That mortar shell, which exploded, to
Inflate our universe with shrapnel; its
Seminal shards of matter to make us;
Fired and launched, from that hostile
Nation of Nothingness, which claims
Us as its prisoner, when it is we die:
Mortality has declared we're at war!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 34

What seems least forced
Makes for a better art.
Effort, when concealed,
Confers attitude of ease;
A freedom from restraint
From the rules of form;
Of liberty from the laws
Of rectitude in statement
In modes for expression. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 33

The world has been made undone
By the loss of memory of its past.
Each generation repeats the same mistakes. Each generation suffers the same amnesias. Again. Again. Again. Always. The same sad
History is repeated.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 32

Reality needs a verification;
Needs always to be questioned.
Existence strolls leisurely through
Avenues of inquiry and walks lonely streets
Of doubts, doubling back, to find itself again. Each question makes for its own answer,
In the manner that it was asked and there's
Many a detour and dead-end along the Way.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 31

To live as we do now
In a state of ignorance
Is; to abjure the One
That is the Self. It's to
Renounce that which
We are and that which
We should be, to divide;
To separate. What ought
To be the same; should
Be congruent, married;
Not alien to each other.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 30

Never to be at peace with Death;
Always to fight against oblivion:
That's the War. That's the Struggle!
Once life ceases; comes, following on
The Blackness, a coma of nothingness.
So take any opportunity for creativity.
Nothing follows on existence. Just,
Small paucities, for works, in Life!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 29

In them, years and days,
They had faces then and
Voices too in them days.
Not those grimaces and
The screeches one sees
Nowadays. Something,
Was lost in translation;
In a transition, from our
Past to present; perhaps,
Some higher standards;
Perhaps, it was our Soul.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 28

So that it can then be created;
Each universe evolves its deity.
Ours is Energy. What we think
We see; what it is, we think we
Know, is flux and foam and form
Of power, of energy; the power
Of twin adhesion and repulsion. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 27

So now, yes, here we are again.
The same old place we thought
We left so long ago. Funny how
It turned out. Nothing changed,
But for us. Thought; we're going
Somewhere. Turned out; we're
Merely running in place. We run
On the treadmill of life. Despite
All our efforts; all of our works,
Here we are in the same place.
Again.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 26

None of it is real. It's all a fantasy.
Whatever it's we're told to believe,
To honor; to respect; youthful truths
Which had seemed so obvious then,
Now seem fraudulent and frivolous,
But we miss them.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 25

A lot was lost in translation.
It was always made up, was
Created by men; but, it had
Some sustenance to it; had
Some real solace, in attempt
To justify, to explain, and to
Ameliorate, travesties of life.
And now: Now. It's all gone.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 24

Bleak lights begin to shine
Weakly in parks of the City,
Now that dusk has begun.
But park paths are empty.
Lamps begin to glow pale
Gold; even, as being still lit
By twilight. But. People fear to
Sroll. They're afraid to come.
Of what, they do not know.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 23

Perhaps, you really do
Got something, maybe
Profound to say;
Something of portent,
Of a revelation, of
A prediction of a future
Event. Then of a sudden,
Microphone goes dead;
Web site closes down.
Whatever it was,
It is lost forever.
Maybe not important.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 22

Reason and Logic fused
Together, form, but vain
Wall for Understanding.
We die and we die, for
No purpose despite all
Efforts of politicians,
Of priests, and all the
Philosophers; to state
Some meaning in Death.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 21

For these politicians;
For these priests of perfidy,
Whose seductions of empty grins;
Whose testimonies, state a sweet
Assurance; sing their anthems, and
Chief themes from same complaints:
Blaming their predecessors in office;
That same office they'll be condemned for
By their successors, for nothing achieved.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 20

The paper gods of scriptures
Are consumed by flames; are
Scattered by winds of newer
Revelation. Only ash remains
Of the deities of parchments.
Now all are consigned to fire;
To fury, from That they came.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 19

Needed are the fantasies told
In the many myths of man.
They hold, within themselves,
Far higher truths than does
That mere dry fact could answer.
They donate to life a journey and a
Destination, no reality can provide.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 18

Alibi your living with religion.
Explain it all away with Faith.
Seek for your origin and your
Destiny in cults of Art and of
Science for a logic of survival.
Seek for your redemption in
The Rituals of Mathematics,
In the Rubric of Philosophy;
In all the many mythologies;
But remember: Made by men. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 17

Sputtering lights of neon signs
Speak to walkers of the night:
You! You aren't welcome here.
Keep on moving on. Move on
Past snarling streets; move on
Past violent avenues, move on
Past the city's intersections of rage.
Move on! Stop. Finally, pause at last
On the muddy banks of fast flowing
Dark river.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 16

Desperately for you,
I'm for you desperately.
There's an exclusion;
There's a separation;
A warehousing of any
Outsider; banished to
A gulag of dissidents,
Of all they who disagree.
We need each other
More than ever now. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 15

As the music throbs and drum beats,
The heart mirrors 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 ever silent!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 14

Passed on,
The same fallacies persist
Generation, after generation;
Simplistic statement: there's
Some purpose of it all, there
Survives some meaning;
When after all, it's only in
The living, and in the doing,
Which has an assertion in life.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 13

A flanking stage light,
Giving a blue shadow from the side,
Grants to this speaker a sinister look
As he speaks of torture, of deportation,
Of banning all news critical of the regime
As faked and false, and for that, he is given Great applause by an unknowing audience;
And all the time we just knew instinctively:
He was one of them.

Blue SunSeries: Confluence: Verse 12

This vulgar Time; this folly of days;
This inane chatter of conformity;
This stammer of complacence;
This conversation of cliches;
Media beats us down through
Concussions of prejudices,
By them, who cannot see
Significance in the World.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 11

Bright impinging light of inspiration
Shines once again upon my head,
Directing me: Doubt everything;
Doubt nation; doubt religion;
Doubt philosophy; doubt politics;
But never doubt you, yourself.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 10

What is missed most is
The intelligence, the sharp
Smartness of it, that wit
Which now, always seems
To be lacking. Crudeness
Turns us away, to avert
Our eyes; to try to ignore
What was happening to
Wisdom. And this surreal
Vanity claims itself to be
Our Congress.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 9

Doubt creates its own existence.
What questions itself builds itself.
If I doubt my existence; I am.
For, by denying my existence,
I then had acknowledged me.
When I doubt, I am changed;
Made real by doubting myself.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 8

The cleanness of cold cracks
The mirrors of our perception.
Whatever we thought as true
In summer's simmering heat
Seems fallacious, seems false,
In the close huddle of winter chill
And these fierce snapping winds
Slapping at faces of complacency. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 7

Preaching to future congregations
On the temptations of the present
Has for them no relevance. They'll
Have more existential tribulations
To contemplate. What worries us
Won't worry them. They'll have
A sufficiency of their very own.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 6

Occupations and professions,
All the myriad ways of working
Serve to hide the ways of living.
What we do to survive, by seeking
Remuneration; by performing service, by
Slaving for a recognition of some status,
May well prove beneficial to societies;
But rarely is it a salve for our Souls.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 5

It didn't start with you.
It sure doesn't end with you.
It goes on and on and on,
Indifferent. Maybe you'll
Be there; maybe you won't
Be there to see it, but it will
Go on anyway. That's all you
Can ever be sure of. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 4

Harder to know;
Still harder more
To be able to understand;
Why the world is the way it is.
More, how did it get that way?
Doesn't make no sense at all.
Really it ought to be different;
But then, I guess so should I?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 3

The times they were really mean then
And them times are even meaner now.
They sure ain't getting any better now
You've been traveling all alone. Just got
To keep on moving on to keep ahead of
The greater misfortune gaining on you.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 2

Whenever the State shall knock
Upon your door and will say with
A sly smile and a disarming grin:
"We are here to help and to assist
You; to serve you, to make your life
Even yet more wonderful and free."
Slam the door on them!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 1

Bringing of the Self into Being;
To give Birth to one's own Soul,
Is constantly constrained, and is
Confined by the government, and
By the State's schooling of society.
Worse than school and state though
Are media, which for revenue, and
For rating, pander to widest market,
As well as consensus of citizenry's
Biases, to make forced compliance
For abortion of one's true identity.