Scott Thomas Outlar

If mourning doves and pilot gods bless our hearts with promises of flight the least we can do is dance ecstatic and echo the signal with our feet or freeze our little tails off screaming at the sun to come out and play – – – bleed it down to the final drop then suck it up again and return strong to the narrow path – – – we came from the trees or from the sea or some earlier explosion but all I care about is where we’re headed Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching...

There isn’t a single person alive who hasn’t lied some people make a habit of it and become poets others turn it into a profession and chalk it all up to political games/gains Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects.

The Weeble wobbled a moon made new by Saturn sevens and sevens and sevens and 28 days to create everything you’ve ever dreamed of the portal yawning a great belching of plasma life and light and love and prisms pink fluorescence, dawn coating atmospheric pressure, painted rosy signs point to polar poplars bursting along with the tacit wink of comfort waited an age in silent repose focus by fire by faith Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology,...