Three Part Harmony

The Prelude
Part 1

Silent whispers of the morning tide
signal something primal this way comes
sky blue as the angels
betrays the calm before the storm
and we just sit and stare
and smile and think
it truly didn’t have to be this way
but there’s no turning back now
as karma comes calling
and Mother Nature cries to sow her seeds
there is a hush across the air
as time seemingly stands still
no more pushing against the inevitable rush
the deeds are all done
the reaping man is here
hauntingly cloaked with scythe in hand
skeletal finger points in judgment of one and all
wickedness ruled the land
and now we all hang together
the scales will always balance out
the zero point cycles back around
it’s not that Eve ate of the apple
it’s that not enough of us followed suit
left in our collective ignorance we perish
apathy withers away from the inside out
some screamed from the mountain top
but they just called us fools up on the hill

Point Blank
Part II

black uniform Kevlar donned
mass avalanche of authority run amok
melts like butter under a burning sun
covering liberty in a gelatinous glue
can no longer breathe freedom into our lungs
fresh air costs a fortune and a half
gulags primed for those with empty wallets
slave wage for the indentured servant
smells like heavy metal from the sky
seems as if it was planned all along
geological engineering with a technological twist
science bent toward chemical warfare chaos
while politically correct cowards controlled the opinion
mass media corporate airwaves
keeps the truth hushed at all costs
pushing those who seek it to the fringes
as anyone who rebels against the madness
gets branded and labeled a conspiracy theorist
and the newspeak of Orwell’s nightmare takes full hold
the ministry of truth cuts off the head of its namesake
and all the yellow yuppies swim upstream together
only to transform into lemmings as they nosedive
straight off the edge and into the abyss
there is no safety net in Bizzaro world
and when you dance with the Devil you never lead
there is no gold gained from selling your soul
and when the worldly illusion snaps, it is rock bottom that’s been reached

The Aftermath
Part III

What happens after the final moment arrives?
What happens when eternity reaches its limit?
we wait, we rest, we sleep, we consider what we’ve done
purgatory holds us tightly in an ageless grasp
the ghosts of the past and future intentions collide
impacting at the speed of light
A Big Bang bursts and a new present is born
primordial ooze gushes from the Egg of Creation
all our sins are burnt up in the stars
forgiven and released to spread across the infinite cosmos
four corners of the compass cross explode
as four chambers of the heart are resurrected
blood pumps through revived veins feverishly
as the River Tao flows through the straight and narrow
The Neon Amber Phoenix rises again from its own ash
as an eagle to the sky soaring perfectly on two wings
no longer must the left or right bear the weight
as the scales are balanced out in graceful glory
Amazing is the sound of peace on Earth
with one more chance for paradise in the Garden
Medicine grows from every fruit bearing plant
and minerals are ingested into these bodies formed from clay
The chaos came to tear and break our muscles down
but that which does not kill you only makes you stronger
and we are rebuilt at a higher level of Order
purified by the baptizing waters of the flood
to stand here firm in the Golden Age that has come

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. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.