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 17Numa.com.
 
 
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.
 
Janus/Brand
 
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
accelerate
with continuous crux points
hitting new crescendos
 
The machine is meant
to keep you disarmed
in a state of fear
and uncertainty
 
Overwhelmed
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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