Drop It Like It’s Hot (Topics)

Here is my climate,
changing by the moment,
swirling around a red center,
ready for release…

Little slivers
of Lucy’s diamonds
started spilling
all over the floor
into puddles
stained with blood.

Shipped across the sea
seven days a week
to fleece the fools
on every front.

You can have all the jewels back
to bathe in blood,
along with (most of) your greed.

I just want a million … or two … (for now).

This is
the most sacred moment,
resting between
the beats of your heart
after the lungs
have already expired.

Let me see you smile
(this is me begging)
one last time
(and pleading)
so I can remember you
(and praying)
three years later
(and screaming)
as the same man
(and howling)
that I knew all that time before
(at the sun/as your son).

The future has come
whether you’re ready or not,
firing at will,
regardless of God’s wishes.

in all its infinite wisdom,
freely decided long ago
to burn
this building down.

That’s why we’re here,
carrying a pail of water,
as the new age cycles
with a promise of peace on earth
(for those who truly seek it).

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 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.