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.

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.