Scott Thomas Outlar- Two Poems

Backseat Driver

  

My blood is ignited,

my neurons are snap, crackle, popping,

my mind is on fire,

and my heart…

well, leave my heart out of this –

it’s not ready to join the flames,

not ready to sing and dance,

not ready to celebrate just yet.

My heart would rather hide away

and lick its wounds for awhile

as the sun sings with solar flares

and the sky burns with fervent passion.

This is a time of joy

but not of love.

This is a time of happiness

but not of peace.

It’s too much to ask

that every sign in the heavens

perfectly aligns

all in the same moment

as if the celestial spheres

were raining down miracles

with synchronistic flare,

so my lips will stay sealed

and my tongue will not let loose

with a single wish

to the stars above.

This accelerated high

has just enough juice

to propel the winds of change

and turn the tide in my favor,

so there is no need to beg

of the ocean’s peaking waves

to carry me all the way ashore.

My blood is a pyre,

my neurons are laser sharp,

my mind is crystal clear,

and my heart…

well, my heart can take

a backseat for awhile

and wait with patience

for the next opportunity to strike

while everything else in my life

continues to get better by the day.

Beyond the Pale

  

In the beginning was the Word –

Vibration, Frequency

Resonate

your light

into form

and burn the plasma

in your blood

to manifest

Ancestral DNA

born of the gene swarm

but Consciousness

is pure beyond the pale

Bio:

Scott Thomas Outlar has basically become obsessed with poetry, to the point that...well, never mind all that, it's time to write another poem. Check out his work at 17numa.wordpress.com.