These things were published today:
Nuclear Bomb in the Mainframe – Record
Silly Goose – Dissident Voice
That is all.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
Author: 17numa
Evolution with Five Aces
Whenever someone plays four aces against you, just remember that the evolution card kept in your back pocket still trumps all. (But having a fifth ace up your sleeve still ain’t a bad idea, either)
Just because my body and mind are teaming up against me to try and prove the shady point that I can’t reach a solid buzz tonight doesn’t mean that I’m going to go down without giving 110 percent toward the effort.
I’ve fought tougher opponents on larger battlefields than this and come out victorious.
If there is one thing I’ve learned in life, it is that patience, persistence, and full on participation are the holy trinity golden key to enlightenment…or a good high…whichever comes first before the head hits the pillow.
Not a single thing published today. I’d like to break that habit immediately. Post haste, if not sooner.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
Success or Annihilation
Four of my poems were published today at VerseWrights on a new page that was created: My Niece and the Dream Catcher; Render Unto; What a Lame New Age; and Visions. These pieces were all written in November and December of last year when I was just getting rolling on the poetry project that hasn’t slowed down since. 170 mph until I reach a point of either success or annihilation. It’s all or nothing, just as it has always been. Such is the blessing and the curse of living at extremes.
Life will inevitably break down into chaos at certain times.
One can either collapse into the entropy, getting swept below the undertow, or one can adjust, adapt, evolve, and emerge on the far shore in a higher state of order.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
Enter the Garden of Eden…Into the Perfect Paradise…To Bomb It All to Hell
Mother of God! Why in the name of all that is Holy and Decent in this world do certain programs have to undergo updates that don’t really provide any tangible benefits, but actually just create annoyances by having to figure out the subtle adjustments that now have to be made?
My guess is that, much like the rules and regulations dreamed up by governmental bureaucrats, a lot of these code-writers are just hammering out nonsense to make sure the boss looking over their shoulder doesn’t get any big ideas about thinking their position is obsolete.
Ok, rant complete, back to the writing…WordPress, I’m looking at you, buddy.
Two poems published today:
Pillar of Salt – The Screech Owl
Camelot – Dead Snakes
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
Picking Up and Carrying On
I do my best.
Sometimes I come up short of the goal.
Sometimes I fail life’s little tests.
Sometimes I lose my balance.
Sometimes I stumble and trip.
Sometimes I fall flat on my face.
Sometimes I speak careless words.
Sometimes I forget to be kind.
Sometimes I let my ego roam wild.
Sometimes I hurt those I love the most.
Sometimes I bite the hands that feed me.
Sometimes I misfire on moderation.
Sometimes I bite the dust.
Sometimes I taste the ash.
But what will never change is that I always get back up,
I always stand back on the path,
I always recalibrate my soul’s compass to Source,
and I always remain dedicated to doing my best.
Hell, occasionally even I get things right.
House Rules, a poem which originally appeared at Dissident Voice a few weeks ago, was reprinted at Social Justice Poetry today.
30 poems have been published so far in the month of March. However, this was the slowest day I’ve had in a long time. Four submissions sent out, one acceptance received, zero rejections in the inbox…less than an hour left to kill before Midnight strikes…just honey molasses dripping methodically through my numbed consciousness.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
At Some Point Some Things Must Change…But Fuck If I Want to Deal with That in This Condition
Pieces published today:
Completing the Revolution – The Poet Community
Seven Layered Gifts from Heaven – Dali’s Lovechild
Abort – Poetry Quarterly (Winter 2014 issue)
I’m too numb to say anything new…so here’s the poem I wrote earlier while my computer was busy crashing over and over and over and over…
Nuclear Bomb in the Mainframe
Computer crash…
reboot…
Computer crash…
reboot…
What to do?
Breathe,
write a poem,
and keep pushing ahead…
Evolution
feels no sorrow
for spoiled brats
who get frustrated
over minor inconveniences.
Adjust,
adapt, and
flow with the fluxing nature
of life’s little challenges,
or else suck
on the deep blue
of an undertow.
The choice
of freewill
is ever present –
whether to get
hot under the collar,
or chill out
by staying calm, cool and collected
while bathing in the fire.
Computer crash…
reboot…
Whoever said
the third time
is a charm
can take their lucky rabbit’s foot
and toss it
down the hole
where I’l be diving after
to seek out the devil
who is pulling this stunt
against my sanity.
Satan, get behind me –
I’m on a mission
you can’t slow down.
I’ve got a goal
that your illusions
and temptations
toward utter chaos
will never shake
the perfect structure
of my ordered alignment away from.
I’m steady on the path…
I’m balanced in my stride…
I’m destined for the truth
which is found
beyond the lies
of this little
meltdown fiasco
playing out before my eyes.
I’ll turn my two
into one
and open the third
to see past all obstacles.
Computer crash…
reboot…
The absurdity
of the circumstances
has me thinking that Loki
must be lurking
on the scene
tossing seeds of annihilation
in every spot
I try to step upon.
But I can dance,
I can weave,
I can find the special sweet spaces
where no bombs
will get the best
of my desire
to stay clean.
I can laugh my way
to paradise
even as the war
rages all around.
I can shut
this system down
before it has
a chance
to die on me again.
I can come back later
with my savior
and resurrect the program
for a future
set to sail.
At some point some things must change…but fuck if I want to deal with that in this condition.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
The End…Of Everything…Final Annihilation of Consciousness
A few pieces published today:
Hollow and Empty – Poems and Poetry
The Opening Salvo – Eunoia Review
Zero Point – Eunoia Review
Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll are cool and everything, but they can only get you so far in life. What you really want is love and beauty and honesty and truth and decency and morality…oh, who the fuck am I kidding? Go get your buzz on, hit the dance floor, and find God!
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
It Was Awesome…It Was Brutal…It Was Glorious…It Was Over in a Flash
Four poems out today:
On Public School Slime – Dissident Voice
Prioritizing the Problems – Indiana Voice Journal
Methodology – Indiana Voice Journal
Eat, Drink, and Be Merry – Indiana Voice Journal
One essay out today:
Tri-Polar Homeostasis – Eunoia Review
Lines and Circles –
From the beginning to the end –
That is all there is, was, or ever will be –
Class dismissed –
Don’t ask questions –
When the last vein is bled
When the midnight hour has passed
When the clock strikes the raven with a sweet kiss
When the horror show begins in earnest
There is only the future
There is only the death that yawns with quiet remorse
There is only the final breakdown
Do you want to know how it all ends?
Alone.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
God is Surging through My Blood…The Dragon Has Been Chased Down…Reverse Osmosis Radiation…Quantum Shutter Shift…Suck Dry the Shadows…Sink Teeth into Reason
One poem published today:
Inherited Throne – Dead Snakes
One essay published today:
Fluffy Fever Dream Symphony – Eunoia Review
Wrote this piece earlier tonight:
Ain’t That Sweet
Exhaustion sets in,
testing the limits on my morality,
as I’d rather
suck out the soul of my sins
for an easy fix of energetic salvation
than put the steadfast work in
that could honestly get me back to God
where I’d sit pretty
on the right side of the ornamented throne.
Fuck no, not right now, not in this tired condition,
when I’d rather
stick the swine with a dagger to the side,
bleed the pig, rip the hog asunder,
and feast
on the flesh
of all the damned spirits
that were driven into the sea.
I’ll dive in after,
swallow the ocean whole, and
suffocate to the point of asphyxiation
just to get a little high
on the most rarefied form of alchemical combustion
that flows beneath the waves of the murky depths.
I’d suck dry the shadows
just to bleed the light to death.
I’d fill the needle with mercury and cancer
just to inoculate an entire generation into a coma.
I’d piss on the grave of the State
just so it’d drown and resurrect stronger
with a Nietzschean will to power
that slaughters the minds of all those
who are still innocent enough to care
about trying to fight the system.
I’d stick my tongue down the throat of the Beast
and lick clean the toxic kidneys, the bloated liver,
the calcified glands, and the ruptured spleen.
I’d sink my teeth into reason
and burst logic’s bubble
so that all hope for clarity and sense
scattered across the four winds of chaos.
I’d slit the wrist of faith
and fuck it down the drain
in a whiplash dive
to the undertow apocalypse.
I’d silence the sound of laughter
with a zero-point trigger finger
itchy with a patience that long ago
ran out of fuel for compromise.
I’d…exhaust myself
of all the angst
until a glimmer of peace
pushed and pulsed
up through the muck and shit
to reveal a rose
budding on the far side,
springing into new life,
changing every dead vibe,
and bringing me back home…
to Source, to Truth, To God, To Light.
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
I Cannot Be Destroyed with Fire…I Am the Fire…I Was the Flame…This is the Ash
These four poems were published recently:
From out the Silence…Light – Jotters United
Exhausted Rhythms – Jotters United
Smooth Sailing across the Divide – Jotters United
Ever On – The Stare’s Nest
My soul remains in tatters…it will never be whole…but I will do my best to put forth the effort in pretending that everything is right as rain…whatever the fuck that means…
Selah,
Scott Thomas Outlar
17Numa 