Friday, 26 April 2024

Three Poems by Scott Thomas Outlar

 





Administrative Leeches


Look at the chaos

wrought by social engineers

who love their trips

of petty power wielded

throughout entwined bureaucracies

in the labyrinthine corridors

of the beast system

as they sell their souls

and serve the interests

of globalist fascists

who feed rusty pennies

into their open mouths

 

The type of person

who lusts for

a position of authority

over others

is the same type of person

who has no control

pertaining to what occurs

in their own mind

 

and we are stricken

like a plague

by this swarm

of wretched creatures

 

but we no longer care

about whatever weird traumas

originally twisted their psyches

causing the creeps

to act in this fashion

serving as parasites

upon the body politic

 

we are far more concerned

with swatting them away

post haste

while we still have

the blood of liberty

coursing through our veins


 

No Villain Shall Prosper


It’s at the edge of atmospheric pressure

with a tensile brushstroke of annihilation.

 

Fingertips are unable to grasp the air’s gentle whisper

but can you not sense it anyway?

 

 

The trick to remaining inwardly peaceful

even as drooling tyrants torture the concepts

of freedom, liberty, and personal sovereignty on a daily basis

is to understand that every deceitful, cowardly action they take

will wind up working doubly against them in the end.

 

For it is written that as the clowns stumble

along their path of authoritarian giddiness,

they will eventually lose all balance

and fall face first into their own worldly devastation

and eternal despair.

 

Therefore, it is wise to laugh at the conduct

of those who have no shame,

for that which serves as gallows humour

to provide a mild sense of merriment during the time of chaos

will return on its investment in manifold proportion

through schadenfreude raised to the nth degree

once the cookie finally crumbles

and all the swinish scoundrels are stuffed fat with their just desserts.



Paint and Preach by Numbers



Perception forms the baseline structure for reality

fill in the blanks

dot dot dot

 

Consciousness as the driving force of creation

 

the gauge by which we measure

the lens through which we view

 

one witnesses desolation

belched over

a blackened harvest

 

another observes beads and balloons

sent soaring

in celebration

 

eye of the beholder




Scott Thomas Outlar originally hails from Atlanta, Georgia. He now resides and writes in Frederick, Maryland. His work has been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as well as the 2019-2023 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. Selections of his poetry have been translated and published in 15 languages. He has been a weekly contributor at Dissident Voice for the past ten years. More about Outlar's work can be found at 17Numa.com.

 


1 comment:

  1. Sparkling and profound poetry. Congratulations, Scott Thomas Outlar!

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