The new issue of Harbinger Asylum (Spring 2015) was released today. It contains my poems “A Whispered Sacrifice” and “Karmic Feeding Frenzy”.

I had three poems accepted at Eye on Life Magazine this morning.

Dead Snakes published these two pieces: “System Shift” and “Date Night” – one of which is about my unquenchable love for red wine. Things are starting to get fairly serious between us. In fact, I’m head over heels for the girl. I’m even thinking about popping the question soon.

The Mind[less] Muse published: Points 12-21 of One Hundred Poetic Points. I wrote this fucker back in 2003 and have been sending out excerpts here and there over the past month or so.

There are much better blog entries than this one scattered throughout the past couple of months since I began this social media experiment…I recommend reading those instead of dwelling on the lack of content this sluggish bastard contains. A few publications and acceptances today. Yea, yea, yea…what else is going on in your life, Bubba? Not a whole helluva lot…it’s pretty much a one-pointed focus at this stage of the game. Success or annihilation. See you on the other side.

Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar

My piece Ain’t That Sweet won first place in the poem of the week contest at Cultured Vultures today. That’s cool. I also had four poems accepted at Expound Magazine for future publication. That’s cool. None of it puts any cash in my wallet or helps to fill the existential hole in the core of my burnt out soul. Nothing ever will, actually. That’s just the way this game gets played. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles. These are the cards I’ve been dealt. So it is. So it goes. I’m not complaining. Hell, I was ready to cash out ten years ago before I even dove headfirst into this writing kick. So this part of life is just my lounge act. I’m just hanging around for whatever spoils might come my way in the future. Would I like to help usher in the Renaissance Revolution of the Phoenix Generation? Of course. Would I like to meet a perfect woman and pass on the millions of years worth of ancestral DNA that I’m carrying within my loins? Sure. Am I going to get all bent out of shape about such things one way or the other? Nah. I’ve pretty much reached the point of cool detachment where I realize that a thing happens in life, then the next thing happens, then the next thing happens, etc. It all is what it is. Everything that has ever occurred throughout the entire history of creation has led to this exact moment right now. So why should I worry too much about it? At least I’m alive. At least I get to experience this furthest point of evolution. At the cusp. On the edge. Near abyss. Ready to dive and hit the rocks. Or jump and catch the next plateau. Whichever way the wind blows. I act flippant and nonchalant, but the truth is I have big goals. I want it all…and then some. But even that won’t satisfy me. The dragon can never be caught. My desires are unquenchable. My fire will never burn out. My love is a bloody ember upon the dying coals. My hatred is a black night that never sees another sun. My soul is an open wound that has no  desire to heal. My truth is a false impression. My ash is the dust. My dust is the clay. My mold is the new beginning. My transgressions are unholy. My sin is of the flesh. My transcendence has been put on permanent delay. My ascension got drowned in the flood’s undertow. I swallowed the sea. I drank every bottle. I poured the wine into my open veins. I kissed the black tar as it scraped against my best intentions. I fucked off with all the failures of my past. I embraced the coming storm. I opened wide. I drank deeply of the coming high tide. I got tired. I laid down. I set it all alight. I laughed in the face of the madness. I stoked the rebellion just to get a fresh vibe. I got tired of it all and finally collapsed. But not to my knees in prayer. More of a fetal position to bring about an encore to the last rite I remember before this oxygen came into my lungs and fucked everything to hell. Back to source one day…but for now I’ll keep playing the game.

Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar

Who would have ever guessed that social media pops open the third eye, rips the Kundalini asunder, sparks consciousness to a higher state of natural synchronicity, and provides the perfect flash point golden key of enlightenment…and here I thought it was the devil all these years…

It’s just life, after all…no need to take it too seriously…

A couple poems that were published recently that I just found out about today:

The Karmic Scales of Deliverance – Leaves of Ink

Gambling at the Highest Stakes – Straylight Literary Magazine

Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar

These things were published today:

Nuclear Bomb in the Mainframe – Record

Silly Goose – Dissident Voice

That is all.

Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar

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

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

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

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

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…

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