Showing posts with label Scott Thomas Outlar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scott Thomas Outlar. Show all posts

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Scott Thomas Outlar writes

Acidic Cycles/Meltdown Fever  
 
Rain falls heavy on my head/poison daggers
tease with cancerous intentions/inventions of decadence
 
A sky that won’t be silenced…
screaming hardships across the ocean
 
Burning oilfields in the distance/money making schemes
of madness/wounded is the animal…
once called human – Paradise lost
to the wages of war – What’s the score?
No one’s sure anymore
 
The fields of chaos weep…
plucking the poppies/popping the pills –
A Medical Industrial Death Machine
dares to dream
of keeping the populace fast asleep
 
Double down on the bleeding nightmares…
oozing out the prison walls/privatized –
lock you up and burn your eyes
from the truth/too harsh/lost sight
 
A flight into the realms
of cognitive dissonance/Stockholm Syndrome
 
A love of the oppressor
as the federal budget bloats/the Beast
sinks its teeth
into open veins/a strange
toxin dissolves into the blood
 
A knock on the door…
Is anyone home?
A vampire dressed to the nines… 
sleek suit/sleazy art of war
 
Roll out the red carpet
for the whore of Babylon/babbling
in strange tongues/twisted carnage
on the tip
of a tidal surge
swarming out at sea/a prophecy
of devastation unto damnation
 
Pestilence and plagues/vaccinated haze…
the waves rise/fall/
collapse inward/implosive indoctrination
from the cradle to the grave/betrayed
 
Shovel ready
jobs that never surface/left buried
where the bombs dropped/radioactive plumes
drift skyward/torch heaven
 
Rinse/repeat…
rain falls heavy on my head
 
 
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Urban Deluge -- katy kuhn

Scott Thomas Outlar writes

Sweet Explosion 
 
Her veins are spiked with chlorella
aqua seafoam blue-green algae
with a drip of phytoplankton
pumping from the pores of velvet antler 
 
Her eyes are carrot juice lasers
candy cucumber lids of alkaline salt
seeping in where the violet aura
surges with a fury of synchronistic flash
 
Her smile is a pearly white paradise
coated in celery crunch gene therapy
keeping calcification at bay
while smooth ships sail nearer to shore
 
Her tongue is laced in ghost pepper fetish
sweating out the lust of combustive flesh
sending shivers down the spine of kundalini
in white ignition pulse of pineapple explosion
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Kundalini Rising -- Barbara Rockhold

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Scott Thomas Outlar writes

This Message Will Self-Destruct 

Green gunk (black tar)
Jell-O junk (lung plaque)

slip sloshing



through a melted puddle

of oozing neurons



bleeding out the ears

draining from the nose



A thousand bottles of wine

lined up in the liver

for a come to Jesus moment



Sayeth the Lord:

These miracles I have given unto thee

did, of course, come with a warning label



Should have read the fine print

on the back of the package

before the heart of the message

went up in holy flames
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Monday, April 15, 2019

Scott Thomas Outlar writes


Vines

Vines attach
their grip
while continuing to
expand in proportion

just as my heart
is set in place
with you
yet still growing

only so
I can learn
how to love you
even more
Image result for vine paintings 
The Vine and the Branches -- Laura Sotka