SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR - POEMS

Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He recently received three Pushcart Prize nominations for his work in 2016. Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience. He also serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, and The Peregrine Muse.

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                            Roaring Remedy
 
 
The bed where you lie burns with the fire of creation,
causing temperatures to rise
like the bubbling boil of water
poured over leaves of tea
that heal the flu of this world
with an herbal kiss of honey salvation.
 
The sweetness of your smile is a sacrifice to the gods,
taming the rage of a roaring tempest
and calming the madness of war
with a cure heaven sent
through the morning song
of birds that chirp our path back to peace.
 
The mirror in your room opens the portal to grace,
unlocking the rhythms of fate
when the orbs of your eyes
pierce beyond the boundaries of time and space
to touch the depths of an eternal salvation
that sends our future surging toward transcendence.

 
                        You Open Every Portal
 
 
There is an emotion
that ranges beyond the spectrum
of what us mere mortals
suffice to refer to as love,
but we cannot seem
to fully grasp
the vastness
of its metaphysical meaning
because the supernatural power
pulses at a higher vibration
than the rhythms of our hearts can handle.
 
But you bring the keys
to an otherworldly realm
when you smile here on earth,
and every opportunity I have
to stare into your gorgeous eyes
allows me to breach
the boundaries
of this physical life’s limited dimensions.
 
Your voice is the melody
that harmonizes
with a primal source of salvation,
and each note sung
from your holy lungs
pierces through
the fault lines of my flesh
to penetrate the core
of my soul
where sweet honey coats
the golden paved roads
toward heaven.

 
                             Stairway to Heaven
 
 
Your love is like a ladder
that reaches down from heaven
with honey smeared
on every step
to tempt me
with its taste
back to grace
and through God’s gates.
 
Your love is like the nectar
that mixes with morning dew
to cook a feast
of sweet salvation,
soothing my stomach
with the strength
to reach the promise
of a future paradise.
 
Your love is like a garden
where innocence is righteous
and no fruit is forbidden
when we bite the ripened knowledge;
juices that flow
like the fountain of youth
keep my spirit in tune
to the symphony
of birds
that sing for our hearts.
 

 
                             Slaughtered Stars
 
 
Now that the smoke
has cleared from the sky,
I can breathe fresh air
into these battered lungs
that were nearing the point of expiration.
 
Now that the stars
have been ripped from my eyes,
I can see the prize
that still lies ahead on the path
stretching forward toward the future.
 
Now that the hope
has been wrenched from my heart,
I can sense the kiss
that karma leaves in its place
with promises that all my mistakes are forgiven.
 
Now that the lies
have been purged from my mind,
I can focus solely
on the truth of God’s source
while taking each step closer to success.

 
                                     Hollow
 
 
A particular hint … a strand
of time … of space … of sand …
a grain of salt … a hearth … a heart …
a halo … a pass to heaven …
a path of gold … a strain
of silver
 
Hollow out the center of my chest
and place a kiss … a breath
there