Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com 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.
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
asylum…
and then plunge
once again
into scorched earth
to pluck a silver rose
from out the grasp
of magma’s fury…
a perfect seed
retrieved
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