Scott Thomas Outlar (USA)

Scott Thomas Outlar (USA)
Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as well as the 2019, 2020, and 2021 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past seven years. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Azerbaijani, Bengali, Dutch, French, Hindi, Italian, Kurdish, Malayalam, Persian, Serbian, and Spanish. His seventh book, Evermore, was written along with coauthor Mihaela Melnic and released in 2021. More about Outlar’s work can be found at
41-Hoot Salute
What wisdom does the owl
have to impart
from the pines of the park
as I sit alone
under the stars and a slivered moon?
That life is what you make it,
that perception shapes reality,
that mindfulness will carry you
halfway toward any goal
but action is necessary in the end
to drive the point home,
that love and war each have a role,
that kindness is cool,
that honor is sexy,
that the legacy of our ancestors
continues to sing through our blood,
that truth is a force that can never be conquered,
that liberty springs eternal
in the hearts of those
willing to carry’
the heavy weight of its responsibility,
that tyranny has within its core
the seed of its own destruction,
that the Holy Spirit Vibration
will comfort anyone
who actively seeks its frequency,
that renaissance is possible
by aligning with enlightenment,
that there is a vast chasm between
being woke and awakened,
that fate and freewill form a perfect union,
that wealth means more than owning a bag of silver,
that dreams foretell what is yet to come,
that faith is a key to unlock new pathways,
that Revelation is both a prophecy
and a promise of guaranteed deliverance.
My teeth feel like rubber
as they sand each other down
All my thoughts
pretty little daggers
and yours, poisonous vipers
The fog hangs a heavy cover
before light dares to breathe
Wear your blankets and burdens well
and speak to me
not about the void
I have seen its ugly face of terror
too many times till now
that’s why I tried to warn you
Remember Who (and What) You Are
Nostalgia for an age
that no longer exists
will leave you flatfooted
in a time of great flux
Sweeping changes
with continuous crux points
hitting new crescendos
The machine is meant
to keep you disarmed
in a state of fear
and uncertainty
by conflicting narratives
unless you possess a filter
that can sift through
nonsensical discombobulation
to tune in
with the frequency of truth
The system is designed
to send you drifting along
a stream of chaos
and confusion
Cast in a minor role
of denying the strength
you wield as a sovereign
to combat corruption
The principalities of power
can only hold sway
if you shrug your shoulders
and lose all hope
Consciousness is a diamond
pure in form
that must be honed
to reflect a crystalline vision
It is your destiny
and karma
to be present
in this moment
when false paradigms
are being shattered
Each breath
is a rebirth
of genesis within
The script
for what comes next
is yours to scribe
Which path you choose
when the darkness and light
both scream for your soul
will determine your dharma
and what is received
on the other side
of this shifting reality

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