Poetry by Scott Thomas Outlar ≈ Art by Charles Kaufman
I have another obsession to kill
its wings are black as the night sky
this moon is draining my soul
the tide will never pull back
I found a fierce set of eyes in her head
they stared like daggers to my side
the savior couldn’t survive this attack
I’m better off hanging from the sun
I burnt a hole in my palm for fun
telekinesis summoned from the depths
occult wisdom bites in the ass
thought I had this voodoo in the bag
I know my empathy remains alive
because I still feel low when you’re down
like a punch to the guts with harsh truth
that lets me know my heart still beats
Turning the Cycle
When I sneeze,
I see God.
Killing my mind
to reach Nirvana.
When I weep,
the flood comes.
Cutting my vein
to save the world.
When I rest,
the wars cease.
Enter my dreams
to slay the Beast.
When I scream,
the thunder roars.
Bringing the rain
to cleanse mortal flesh.
When I sing,
the stars shine.
Turn on the light
to chase away shadows.
When I feast,
the silence arrives.
Sacrifice my meal
to keep the cycle turning.
When I fuck,
the seed blooms.
Sowing the fields
to reap evolution’s rewards.
When I die,
the dust forms.
Burn until ash
to call out the Phoenix.
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