Summer Solstice

On the occasion of a turning season and a rising sun.

This summer will bring you days of peace and moments of pain. This summer will bring you hours of joy and instances of sadness. This summer will shift your soul toward the light, but there will always remain shadow aspects that must be integrated so as to realize the completeness of your psyche.

This life is tragic and comedic and broken and brutal. But this life is also oh so beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Everything continues to be exactly the same, and everything is constantly changing. Each new breath is a miracle set it motion. Every sigh births another opportunity for salvation.

This summer will either make you or break you (and there is a good chance it will do a bit of both before its purpose has been fulfilled). This summer is everything you have ever dreamed of. Open your eyes. It is time to awaken.

This summer is a choice. To run from your fears, or to face them with courage and faith. To tell little white lies, or to speak from the deepest source of your truth. To close down and shut off, or to flip the switch and ignite. To be petty, or to have empathy. To cast blame, or to seek forgiveness. To let hatred fester, or to experience the power of love.

This summer will burn that which has fallen to embers and ash. This summer will grant you wings to rise again. Soar, my friends.

Love and light to all. This summer belongs to you. Seize its infinite shine. Selah

Grass 5 (2)

Interview with Scott Thomas Outlar

Interview/English:Poetry Deep Down from the Soul

Thank you to Vatsala Radhakeesoon for interviewing me recently at her site, Poetry and Creativity…

Poetry and Creativity

Interview of  poet  Scott Thomas Outlar

Vatsala Radhakeesoon :  Scott Thomas Outlar, welcome to Poetry and Creativity blog! Please tell us about your background, earlier life and actual life?


Scott Thomas Outlar : Well, I was born and raised in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. Karmic energy carried over from a previous life brought with it a streak of rebellion in the form of a slash emblazoned straight across my spine. Authority was not my cup of tea as a child, nor as a teenager. It still isn’t to be quite honest. Some things never change. But I’m able to roll with the waves of this world and better understand the ways in which it works at this point. So I just smile and stay connected to the lyrics of my own soul in an attempt to align with the song that originates from a higher source.

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Raw Electric Waves by Scott Thomas Outlar

Thank you to Raja Williams and CTU Publishing for posting this excerpt from my book, Happy Hour Hallelujah…

Creative Talents Unleashed

chocolate espresso bar

in the midnight hour

a little sip of coffee

a little puff of smoke

I can see crystal cities

beyond the haze

I can feel electric light

coursing through the veins of night


Wi-Fi waves smog the room

bathing in the collective vibe

Candle burning end to end

all paths lead to inner peace…



Owls send early morning signals

through songs of audible consciousness

A swamp of synchronicity fills the air

a perfect crest in which to nest…


© Scott Thomas Outlar

Happy Hour Hallelujah front cover draft

Excerpt from the book “Happy Hour Hallelujah”

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Seated (Visions of Verse) About the Author

Scott Thomas Outlar resides in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia where he spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. He hosts the site

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Product Placement

Thankful that my poem “Product Placement” appeared recently at Eunoia Review…

Eunoia Review

Place your tax break
near my lower bracket
and then brace
for balance
upon impact
as I send you swirling
toward the higher class
of holy angels
that walk amongst us
here on earth.

Place your precious lips
around the swollen ego
of my liver
and then start to suck
twenty years of wine
from the organ
one glass at a time;
red or white,
the story remains
ever the same.

Place your nuclear warhead
on the tip of my tongue
and then dance a jig
as the fireworks ignite
in an electric symphony
of infinite explosions
while I tap and tease
every triggered red button
I can find
for my greedy little fingers.

Place your hopes and dreams
close to my weathered ears
with a wanton whisper
until the winds of change
begin blowing hard
across the wonderland of winter
and the scales
of the seasons shift
as the…

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