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.

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.

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.   

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.