SCOTT THOMAS OUTLER

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLER

WHIMSICALLY BLISSFUL

Missing pieces

are plucked

from your heart

and mine

to build a bridge

that crosses

the ancient divide

with a single path

that aligns

what each of us needs

to complete

the divine puzzle

of our new life.

 

COMING OF AGE

The poet speaks of love

as an abstract emotion,

as a pure essence,

as a longing of the heart,

as a grasp toward the ineffable,

as a projection of mystery,

as a hope for better days,

as a journey through life’s labyrinthine maze,

as a path through the murky haze,

as a whisper of something whimsical,

as a passion without boundaries,

as an effort to reach a state of perfect peace.

Yes, a poet speaks of love

in this way

until love is finally found,

and then a poet learns

to speak of love

as fact,

as certainty,

as purpose,

as principle,

as absolute truth

born from eternal salvation.

 

FOREVER MUSE

I can taste

fifty years

on the tip

of my tongue

in the blink

of an eye

and all that time

you will reside

as the brightest light

that constantly shines

in the front

of my loving mind.

The star of my sky.

The age of good wine.

The sweetest of sighs.

The blessed divine.

If I can accomplish

just one thing

every day

for the rest

of my life

it will be

to find

new ways

each morning

in which to adore you.

 

TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL

The girl with a song

for every occasion

helps me learn

a new lesson about love

every morning when

my eyes open to the world

as her music greets

the romantic space in my soul

that's been waiting asleep

until the dream finally awakened

The girl with thirteen

turquoise jewels in her hair

has diamonds for eyes

that shine brighter than gold

from the depths of the sky

down upon an open field

full of yellow stargazer lilies

lighting up the world

with their fresh scent of hope

 

TRANSCENDING DEFINITIONS

Art is not an institution…

it is an inner fire

born out of those

whose eyes pierce deeply

into hidden burning beauty.

Art is not a class taught by Academia…

it is a holy vibration

pulsing through the veins

of those who sense the truth

of this world’s perfect purity.

Art is not a transaction…

it is a soulful expression

that has no choice

but to be released

as a reflection of the Source.

Art is not a sales pitch…

it is an intense emotion

coupled with a vision

of crystalline transcendence

that ruptures open new dimensions.

Art is not yet ready for the grave…

it is a raging protest

against the mortal flesh

that sings the sweetest melody

about overcoming life’s suffering.

SCOTT THOMAS OUTLER