November 5, 2015

Three Poems By Scott Thomas Outlar: "Each and Every Breath", "Renewal Song", "Revelations in the Marrow"

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry and fiction can be found. His chapbook "Songs of A Dissident" will be released in January of 2016 through Transcendent Zero Press, and his words have appeared recently in venues such as Yellow Chair Review, Dissident Voice, Literary Orphans, and Sleeve Lit Mag.

"Cosmic Debris" Hubble

Each and Every Breath

Every breath
is pure bliss –
an inhalation
of cosmic debris
sent from the source
to coat the lungs
with vibrations of light.

Every new dawn
is a miracle –
sunburnt radiation
pulsing from the sky
to singe the flesh
with encoded DNA
from ethereal realms.

Every touch
is electric –
skin kissed
by God’s presence
in a holy union
of enlightenment
accelerated through the soul.

Every whisper
is a song –
celestial sirens
humming the frequency
of heaven’s tune
with fiery chorus
from the lips of angels.

Renewal Song

Hands wrought with agony,
yet laced in hope,
dig deep
into the ruptured core
of fissured firmament,
seeking past
the upper crust
of flaking dehydrated
desert sand
to wrench forth
the sweet scent
of yellow daisy
and then plunge
once again
into scorched earth
to pluck a silver rose
from out the grasp
of magma’s fury…
a perfect seed
to plant anew
the garden plot
where manna
cascades from heaven,
cultivating renewed fruition.

Revelations in the Marrow

The vastness of your scope
as I stare into the sky
reveals itself here and there
with glimpses into the absolute glimmer,
yet the mystery remains ineffable
in a context beyond that which
my primitive consciousness can grasp,
and I’m beginning to understand
that the seduction of your existential aloofness
is part and parcel
to the inherent romance in this experience of life.

I cannot come to know you fully
in the spaces of my mind,
but I can feel you in my guts,
in my heart, in my veins,
through my blood, in my bones,
down to the marrow.
These two open eyes
cannot gleam your greatness,
but when they are closed
I can see dimensions
beyond this physical plane of existence,
and I can sense the raw power
which pulses from your source
as it radiates outward
to be divined by those who truly seek.

The names which you have been called by
throughout the ages
mean nothing to me at this point –
simple words babbled from broken tongues
cannot capture the purity of your meaning;
it is your essence
to which I am addicted,
and I will never cease
reaching toward your unconditional love
until every urgent craving in my soul
has been satiated by your presence.

"Revelations in the Marrow" originally appeared at "The Song is..."

~Scott Thomas Outlar

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