Breaking…Break it…Broken…Smash it…then put it all back together…pretend all is right as rain…make believe life is a perfect persuasion toward peace…utopia is just right around the corner…animal nature is just an illusion…angel consciousness is all that exists…suck on that mirage…taste that desert dirt…crash in that sand dune…face that brutal reality…lick it clean…dry your wounds…say your prayers…take your vitamins…yea…keep playing that game…it’s all roses…no thorns…just…drain…the…venom…then…spit…forth…your…antidote…

Life is a fickle creature, constantly changing, rearranging, shifting, fluxing, flowing, fucking things up when they seem perfect, rising new life up from the grave when it all seems like naught but ashes…it’s unexplainable…it’s not meant to be understood…it is an enigma…it is a cliche…it is a hardcore blast to the head…it is a final whisper in the darkest hour…it is a new light in the breaking dawn…it is the catastrophe that brings chaos…it is the higher state of emergent order…it is a blackout…it is a whitewash…it is a crisis…it is cancer…it is light breaking through the dam…it is love resurrecting itself at all costs…it is the great overcoming…it is the final emergence…it was…it is…is shall ever be…

Two poems published today:

Without Answer – Poems and Poetry

Shifting Rhythms of the Symphony – Halcyon Magazine (Spring 2015)

Also had a piece (Sensitive) accepted for the upcoming debut issue of Culture Trend which should be out sometime next month.

As much as I try to pretend that all I care about is creating my legacy as a writer…it just isn’t true…I do have a heart…and I’d like for it to be fulfilled at some point…

Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar