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.
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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
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.
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
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
HEART-HEALING THE CHARIOT WAY
Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR
Monday, October 30, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
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.
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.
Monday, June 5, 2017
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.
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.
Friday, May 12, 2017
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.
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
Monday, April 17, 2017
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
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.
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.
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.
Friday, March 24, 2017
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!
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!
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
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.
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.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
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?
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?
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
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?
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?
Monday, January 30, 2017
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.
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.
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
Assumptions which
Everyone takes for
Granted; that had
Seem secure from;
That had been way
Past any dispute.
Honor their courage.
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.
Monday, January 9, 2017
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 140
As every boxer knows the legs go first.
Who skips roadwork only kids himself.
Pound pavement every day is the way
To do it hitting daily upon those trails.
And so it is too for every skill and art.
Who skips roadwork only kids himself.
Pound pavement every day is the way
To do it hitting daily upon those trails.
And so it is too for every skill and art.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 139
Speak not of the sanctity
Of labor. Grind from toil
Weakens, when not done
For a purpose of spirit; to
Add and to make and create;
But solely, for remunerations
Of the purse; for thick wallets.
What we do for work shapes
Who it is we are now; gives
Prediction of what it is we
Can become and aspire to.
Of labor. Grind from toil
Weakens, when not done
For a purpose of spirit; to
Add and to make and create;
But solely, for remunerations
Of the purse; for thick wallets.
What we do for work shapes
Who it is we are now; gives
Prediction of what it is we
Can become and aspire to.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 138
Those days of delight
When our innocence
Ruled us are over. Blood
Of teeth; blood of the
Claw, is sovereign again
In the land. Ignorance is
The blister on civilization.
It's scabbed sore infects.
It's diseased our World.
Presidents of the nations
Deliver to us the plagues
Of War.
When our innocence
Ruled us are over. Blood
Of teeth; blood of the
Claw, is sovereign again
In the land. Ignorance is
The blister on civilization.
It's scabbed sore infects.
It's diseased our World.
Presidents of the nations
Deliver to us the plagues
Of War.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 137
Take no side in wars
Between dogs and cats.
Nor the battles between
Slaves of foreign faiths;
Between zealot disciples
Of psychotic ideologies;
Nor between practitioners
Of strange abhorrent ritual.
These have nothing to do
With us. Their wars are
Waged between lesser
Species then are we.
Between dogs and cats.
Nor the battles between
Slaves of foreign faiths;
Between zealot disciples
Of psychotic ideologies;
Nor between practitioners
Of strange abhorrent ritual.
These have nothing to do
With us. Their wars are
Waged between lesser
Species then are we.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 136
Get angry.
No god vets for you a paradise.
Listen instead to the real deity
That resides inside your head.
Society shall seek to shackle
You in its chains of anxieties;
Seek to prison you by its laws
Of iron conformity. Those links
Can be broken, could be burst
Apart, separated, by cold rage.
No god vets for you a paradise.
Listen instead to the real deity
That resides inside your head.
Society shall seek to shackle
You in its chains of anxieties;
Seek to prison you by its laws
Of iron conformity. Those links
Can be broken, could be burst
Apart, separated, by cold rage.
Friday, October 28, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 135
Poetry is best in its omission.
It's in all those spaces that
Makes for splits, for jumps;
Empty spaces in every line that
Mirrors arcane symbols of maths
Underlying existence.
It's what not's there
That makes what's here;
What makes for the Real
For the True; for enduring.
It's in all those spaces that
Makes for splits, for jumps;
Empty spaces in every line that
Mirrors arcane symbols of maths
Underlying existence.
It's what not's there
That makes what's here;
What makes for the Real
For the True; for enduring.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 134
The skies judge us with its grays,
Its blues, its violets, and with
Its sometimes reds; they sentence us
To crimson salmons for the pollutions
Of our lives, which all together make
For such grand and glorious sunsets:
Purity is often overrated.
Its blues, its violets, and with
Its sometimes reds; they sentence us
To crimson salmons for the pollutions
Of our lives, which all together make
For such grand and glorious sunsets:
Purity is often overrated.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 133
Brave speech, if bravely spoken,
Is what expression is all about;
Words composed in a rhythm
That'll cause a sunshine squint
In the eyes of its audiences.
Music of Verse burrows in brains;
Digs inside, way before they'll know
They've been invaded by Poetry.
Is what expression is all about;
Words composed in a rhythm
That'll cause a sunshine squint
In the eyes of its audiences.
Music of Verse burrows in brains;
Digs inside, way before they'll know
They've been invaded by Poetry.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 132
Sit. Be still. Stifle your indignation.
Scolds of the day can be carried,
With a pause, with an easy slight
Shrug of shoulders, or by a silent
Recognition; by the inclination of
The head; by bows to a mediocrity.
Stop to consider these critics lead
Metered lives; lives, ticketed for a
Boredom; for existences parked in
Zombie formations. In frozen time.
Scolds of the day can be carried,
With a pause, with an easy slight
Shrug of shoulders, or by a silent
Recognition; by the inclination of
The head; by bows to a mediocrity.
Stop to consider these critics lead
Metered lives; lives, ticketed for a
Boredom; for existences parked in
Zombie formations. In frozen time.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 131
Cold blue steel sky.
Unchanging weather.
No clouds. Just that big
Blind cataract Sun,
Glaring down at the city.
Don't see us. Don't care for us.
Don't even know we're here.
One-eyed blind stare.
War is coming soon.
Unchanging weather.
No clouds. Just that big
Blind cataract Sun,
Glaring down at the city.
Don't see us. Don't care for us.
Don't even know we're here.
One-eyed blind stare.
War is coming soon.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 130
In that same worrisome way
We always have in thinking
Of all our troubles to come
Trampling on the morrow;
Yet with all of that anxiety,
With all that foreboding fear;
Still, still, we had our yesterdays,
And I have your smile. Still.
We always have in thinking
Of all our troubles to come
Trampling on the morrow;
Yet with all of that anxiety,
With all that foreboding fear;
Still, still, we had our yesterdays,
And I have your smile. Still.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 129:
It looked inevitable,
It seemed almost fated,
When viewed from the
Precipice of the present.
How could such actions happen;
Such belief in some moral superiority,
Again, resulting in the tragedy of war?
How then will our own fate be judged
When at mercy in courts of the future.
It seemed almost fated,
When viewed from the
Precipice of the present.
How could such actions happen;
Such belief in some moral superiority,
Again, resulting in the tragedy of war?
How then will our own fate be judged
When at mercy in courts of the future.
Friday, October 14, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 128
That suitcase we carry with us
Containing clothes of our past
Weighs to stoop our shoulders,
As it bows to bend the spine;
Making each step into the future,
The sliding drag of the infirmed
And the heavy halt of the old.
Drop it. Leave it behind.
Containing clothes of our past
Weighs to stoop our shoulders,
As it bows to bend the spine;
Making each step into the future,
The sliding drag of the infirmed
And the heavy halt of the old.
Drop it. Leave it behind.
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 127
The clay pot of skull
That holds the mind
Is soon shattered by
The stupidity of politics.
These sad politicians, in
Seeking a salvation, by
Acquisition of powers
Over others; if we ever
Were to take seriously,
Will break our brains.
That holds the mind
Is soon shattered by
The stupidity of politics.
These sad politicians, in
Seeking a salvation, by
Acquisition of powers
Over others; if we ever
Were to take seriously,
Will break our brains.
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 126
All grows to dim in a winter twilight.
A slate-black glow from sinking Sun
Serves to illuminate deserted walks,
Emptied by dusk; street-lamps ignite:
Sulfur fires giving to a city's asphalt
Pavements a violet and violent hue.
A slate-black glow from sinking Sun
Serves to illuminate deserted walks,
Emptied by dusk; street-lamps ignite:
Sulfur fires giving to a city's asphalt
Pavements a violet and violent hue.
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Blue Sun Series:Confluence: Verse 125
Pewter waves rolling into shore,
Spliced by white plumes of spray
Singeing the air with smell of salt.
A fine November day, clean, crisp,
With a tang-snap of cold to come.
It shall prove to be a long Winter.
Spliced by white plumes of spray
Singeing the air with smell of salt.
A fine November day, clean, crisp,
With a tang-snap of cold to come.
It shall prove to be a long Winter.
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 124
Serrated city, sliced by violence,
Sits frozen in fear of tomorrow,
Of what comes silent, stalking
Upon its streets. Winds push,
Lean against thin buildings; to
Prison those who've peered out
Behind their cracked blinds,
On gray, on crackling clouds,
Laced with lightning strikes;
Peering down on the stark,
Deserted, empty avenues,
Below.
Sits frozen in fear of tomorrow,
Of what comes silent, stalking
Upon its streets. Winds push,
Lean against thin buildings; to
Prison those who've peered out
Behind their cracked blinds,
On gray, on crackling clouds,
Laced with lightning strikes;
Peering down on the stark,
Deserted, empty avenues,
Below.
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 123
Aluminum sky merges with sea
In the gray-blue annealing light
Of the dawn. Neither sky nor sea,
Yet distinct; mist rolling forwards
In white wave, obscures the view.
Everything slows down; and even
The Sun seems dimmed, far away:
Diminished.
In the gray-blue annealing light
Of the dawn. Neither sky nor sea,
Yet distinct; mist rolling forwards
In white wave, obscures the view.
Everything slows down; and even
The Sun seems dimmed, far away:
Diminished.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 122
Those great brave words
That so thrilled the soul,
That activated the spirit,
Are scarce spoken now;
Instead, one hears gibes
From the petty politicians
Who desecrate the past;
Who've made a mockery
Of the nobility of the dead.
That so thrilled the soul,
That activated the spirit,
Are scarce spoken now;
Instead, one hears gibes
From the petty politicians
Who desecrate the past;
Who've made a mockery
Of the nobility of the dead.
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 121
Leaning there, the keel and spine of you
Bending; always close against the wind.
Not yielding, not swaying; just tacking,
Staying on course. As to what, to where:
Who knows. Who cares. It's your sailing
That matters.
Bending; always close against the wind.
Not yielding, not swaying; just tacking,
Staying on course. As to what, to where:
Who knows. Who cares. It's your sailing
That matters.
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 120
Running rivers and wild woods
Grant to spirit far more solace;
Far greater salvation to psyche,
Than does all of philosophy; than
Can all of religion. Protect them.
Savor them. They hold real hope
For deliverance.
Grant to spirit far more solace;
Far greater salvation to psyche,
Than does all of philosophy; than
Can all of religion. Protect them.
Savor them. They hold real hope
For deliverance.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 119
Declare an armistice with yourself,
A temporary cease-fire, and in the
Truce and in that pause, maybe,
Hope to find yourself; wounded,
Yes but still alive; disabled, but
Still able to carry forward, into
What, into when, none, know.
A temporary cease-fire, and in the
Truce and in that pause, maybe,
Hope to find yourself; wounded,
Yes but still alive; disabled, but
Still able to carry forward, into
What, into when, none, know.
Friday, September 16, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 118
My country is not some state
Outside of me. Some gaudy
Flag waving on a long pole.
I swear allegiance to no party,
To no cause or to no country;
But solely to my own creation.
My nation is myself and I carry
My nation in my own mind; in
My own heart, and in my own
Soul.
Outside of me. Some gaudy
Flag waving on a long pole.
I swear allegiance to no party,
To no cause or to no country;
But solely to my own creation.
My nation is myself and I carry
My nation in my own mind; in
My own heart, and in my own
Soul.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 117
As do all of those drone heliotropic plants,
Who're designed to follow travels of the Sun,
The majority of Men seek for some Savior.
We seem to lean in a far different direction.
We tend though to bend towards the Moon;
We're the moon's flowers and not the sun's.
We're the solitary walkers of the nights.
We're the shadows among you.
Who're designed to follow travels of the Sun,
The majority of Men seek for some Savior.
We seem to lean in a far different direction.
We tend though to bend towards the Moon;
We're the moon's flowers and not the sun's.
We're the solitary walkers of the nights.
We're the shadows among you.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 116
Our salvation comes from our creation.
Those deities in our heads ought to be
Listened to; ought to be argued with.
Best criticism comes from the inside.
Every voice we'll hear is different. Its
Distinct. Schizophrenia has advantages.
Those deities in our heads ought to be
Listened to; ought to be argued with.
Best criticism comes from the inside.
Every voice we'll hear is different. Its
Distinct. Schizophrenia has advantages.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 115
Full moon tonight.
Night-walking in the cold.
Streets filled with amber
Glowing from street lamps,
Challenge the pale yellow
Shining, streaming, from
The moon; casting a double
Shadow on wet pavements;
Streets turquoise, of violet.
Night-walking in the cold.
Streets filled with amber
Glowing from street lamps,
Challenge the pale yellow
Shining, streaming, from
The moon; casting a double
Shadow on wet pavements;
Streets turquoise, of violet.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 114
Dumb all the way; silent;
Inarticulate in expression,
Of that you really wanted to say,
That now, you're unable to say;
For your education has made
You tongue-tied. Has censored you.
Has prevented you from speaking.
That rage within you is a great rage,
And it shall be expressed someday.
Inarticulate in expression,
Of that you really wanted to say,
That now, you're unable to say;
For your education has made
You tongue-tied. Has censored you.
Has prevented you from speaking.
That rage within you is a great rage,
And it shall be expressed someday.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 113
Be a light sleeper.
If you want to challenge authority.
If you wish to change the world.
They're coming for you. They know
Who you are. They won't be giving you
Advance warning. So. You better learn
To sleep with your boots on.
If you want to challenge authority.
If you wish to change the world.
They're coming for you. They know
Who you are. They won't be giving you
Advance warning. So. You better learn
To sleep with your boots on.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 112
Surviving is the hardest occupation;
Maybe the sole one of any relevance:
The real work of life is remaining
In existence. Society tries to kill
Who you are. Culture tries to kill
Who you are. School tries to kill
Who you are. Stay in the fight.
BE.
Maybe the sole one of any relevance:
The real work of life is remaining
In existence. Society tries to kill
Who you are. Culture tries to kill
Who you are. School tries to kill
Who you are. Stay in the fight.
BE.
Friday, August 26, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 111
The vitriol and course vituperation
Of politic election, abandons those
Wanting for a possible country that
Argues with the sanities of reason,
Rather than by rudeness of politics.
Shouts of politicians, screaming ever
More loudly, in dumb vindictiveness,
Leaves us evicted from our country,
Wanting for a smarter nation; more
Better State.
Of politic election, abandons those
Wanting for a possible country that
Argues with the sanities of reason,
Rather than by rudeness of politics.
Shouts of politicians, screaming ever
More loudly, in dumb vindictiveness,
Leaves us evicted from our country,
Wanting for a smarter nation; more
Better State.
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 110
Clever is as clever does.
Though men try to hide
What they are, their deeds,
Always, shall betray them.
What they've done is best
Witness to who it is they are.
Listen to acts; not to words.
Most shall claim some ability
They lack to magnify themselves.
They cheat. Watch what they do.
Though men try to hide
What they are, their deeds,
Always, shall betray them.
What they've done is best
Witness to who it is they are.
Listen to acts; not to words.
Most shall claim some ability
They lack to magnify themselves.
They cheat. Watch what they do.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 109
Once you had realized
You were wrong about
It all. You were tricked,
That it wasn't that way,
At all; what you thought
Had happened, never took
Place; then what you do is
Sit and to think; well that's
All over now. Guess: Now,
Time then to go move on.
You were wrong about
It all. You were tricked,
That it wasn't that way,
At all; what you thought
Had happened, never took
Place; then what you do is
Sit and to think; well that's
All over now. Guess: Now,
Time then to go move on.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 108
Slave to other are we
When we can't fend
For our self or think
For our self. Skill is
Needed to know how
To support oneself or
Family; knowledge is
Needed of how world
Works. Both are need
To become free men.
When we can't fend
For our self or think
For our self. Skill is
Needed to know how
To support oneself or
Family; knowledge is
Needed of how world
Works. Both are need
To become free men.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 107
Politicians are performance artists.
Some got better material than others.
Some are better performers than others.
Some got better material and are better Performers too. And some are visionaries.
It's them visionaries you got to watch out for.
Still, we're waiting for someone with all three.
Some got better material than others.
Some are better performers than others.
Some got better material and are better Performers too. And some are visionaries.
It's them visionaries you got to watch out for.
Still, we're waiting for someone with all three.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 106
Nations come and go.
States come and go.
Faiths come and go.
We too come and go.
What's really important
Is in that recognition
Of this ever-changing
Impermanence, in the
Shifting, swaying deck,
On the vessel of our own
Sailed existence; in that
mutability, that change:
The assured and certain
Knowledge; that, yes,
We will come and go
And there it is.
States come and go.
Faiths come and go.
We too come and go.
What's really important
Is in that recognition
Of this ever-changing
Impermanence, in the
Shifting, swaying deck,
On the vessel of our own
Sailed existence; in that
mutability, that change:
The assured and certain
Knowledge; that, yes,
We will come and go
And there it is.
Saturday, August 6, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 105
We leave behind the shells
Of ourselves; detritus of our
Existence. Spent cartridges.
Some few might hope to be
Remembered and respected.
But the rest of us, perhaps;
Are best forgotten.
Of ourselves; detritus of our
Existence. Spent cartridges.
Some few might hope to be
Remembered and respected.
But the rest of us, perhaps;
Are best forgotten.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 104
To do anything well,
You got to know a lot
About everything; how
Everything hangs in a
Relationship to every
Other thing and how
It is connected to every
Thing else. It's the links
That make it work; that
Make for the full life.
You got to know a lot
About everything; how
Everything hangs in a
Relationship to every
Other thing and how
It is connected to every
Thing else. It's the links
That make it work; that
Make for the full life.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 103
Move your mind outside.
Go into the far distances.
Then look upon yourself;
As you were; as you are;
As you will be. What do
You see? Do you change
In Time or do you still
Stay the same? Is this
Where you ought to be?
Go into the far distances.
Then look upon yourself;
As you were; as you are;
As you will be. What do
You see? Do you change
In Time or do you still
Stay the same? Is this
Where you ought to be?
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 102
Say a guitar and a rifle
Is all you need for life,
To create your art and
To protect your creation.
All the rest is extra. You
May want for them. You
May be attached to them.
You might pine for them;
But you don't need them.
All you really need is you.
Is all you need for life,
To create your art and
To protect your creation.
All the rest is extra. You
May want for them. You
May be attached to them.
You might pine for them;
But you don't need them.
All you really need is you.
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 101
Myths of men make men.
Myths of states make states.
Beliefs cause compulsions.
Compulsions cause actions.
Action cause birth of states.
There is a war between facts
And myths, and those myths
Always win; because men die
For sake of myth; never facts.
Myths of states make states.
Beliefs cause compulsions.
Compulsions cause actions.
Action cause birth of states.
There is a war between facts
And myths, and those myths
Always win; because men die
For sake of myth; never facts.
Thursday, July 28, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 100
We might well be wearing
These drab civilian clothes,
That proclaims to society
Our conformity. Hidden
Underneath them though,
There's a sacred uniform
That's kept from outward
Show and whichever colors
This might have, one must
Still remain to be true to it.
These drab civilian clothes,
That proclaims to society
Our conformity. Hidden
Underneath them though,
There's a sacred uniform
That's kept from outward
Show and whichever colors
This might have, one must
Still remain to 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 all them proclaiming
As professorial pundits; all
Them, claiming of clerical
Status. Above all, beware
Devious politicians, who
Say they'll speak for you;
They, who lay claim to be
The Voice of the People;
Them, when speaking on
Your behalf; really, are
Solely for themselves.
Be your own Voice.
As professorial pundits; all
Them, claiming of clerical
Status. Above all, beware
Devious politicians, who
Say they'll speak for you;
They, who lay claim to be
The Voice of the People;
Them, when speaking on
Your behalf; really, are
Solely for themselves.
Be your own Voice.
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 92
We know who it is we are.
We can speak for ourselves
About what it is we're now.
Those words we'll speak to
Ourselves; shape ourselves,
For we are judging ourselves.
We come to resemble our words.
The better we will come to be,
The nobler were those words.
We can speak for ourselves
About what it is we're now.
Those words we'll speak to
Ourselves; shape ourselves,
For we are judging ourselves.
We come to resemble our words.
The better we will come to be,
The nobler were those 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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
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