Scott Thomas Outlar's Poems
Deep Infatuation
Distance makes the heart grow fonder,
so it’s no surprise
why I’ve forever been
completely head over heels
for a source that cannot be seen.
My spirit yearns with a fervent passion
after that ineffable mystery of creation
which has no tangible touch
but can always be felt
at the innermost core of intuition
where the soul of the matter
is guided ever-closer to truth.
Subjectively, I dance across
the woven web of synchronicity,
laughing at the materialists
who scoff with objective displeasure
at all concerns they cannot fathom.
What need have I
for atomistic eyes
when the most beautiful visions
are found deep inside?
Answers arrive in waves
when least expected
from a plane of existence
beyond this world of time and form,
and space is just a place
where I can roam freely
in magnetic dreams
which align my electric pulse
to a frequency most divine.
Coming of Age
The poet speaks of love
as an abstract emotion,
as a pure essence,
as a longing of the heart,
as a grasp toward the ineffable,
as a projection of mystery,
as a hope for better days,
as a journey through life’s labyrinthine maze,
as a path through the murky haze,
as a whisper of something whimsical,
as a passion without boundaries,
as an effort to reach a state of perfect peace.
Yes, a poet speaks of love
in this way
until love is finally found,
and then a poet learns
to speak of love
as fact,
as certainty,
as purpose,
as principle,
as absolute truth
born from eternal salvation.
Humming with the Angels
Your love is like a waterfall from Valhalla,
pouring down to earth in heavy waves
that wash away the dirt from my skin,
baptize my soul with a spiritual salve,
and rinse out the speck from my eyes
so I can clearly see
the beautiful rainbow that appears
as a reflection of your heart
after the storm has passed.
Your love is like sugar in the morning,
scooped into a cup of coffee
to sweeten the early hours of each day
with a wonderful taste
that teases my tongue
and sends an electric buzz
surging through the blood
while every cell of my system
is lit up in energetic ignition.
Your love is like a song of the holy spheres,
an opera of God that bursts in the heavens,
a melody whispered from the lips of angels,
an echo that resonates throughout all of creation,
a powerful note infinite in its scope,
an elemental sound eternal in nature,
a masterpiece,
a symphony,
a lyric
perfect
in form.
Sky Light, Sky Bright
A glow
from the rock
in the distance
is called a siren
and it can slaughter
your entire psyche
if you’re not careful
A star
in the sky
with its pulse
is called a light source
and it can save
your fading soul
if you catch it
A ship
on the shore
after the crash
is called a misfire
and it can lead
to greater things
if you keep your head up
The Final Ace
At the end of the line,
after every card is laid on the table,
after all the chips have been played,
it’s not about saying,
“I did it my way,”
so much as it is
about hoping
that I did it the right way.
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