Bloody Mirage

by Scott Thomas Outlar / May 19th, 2019

I want to chew
on the old pages
of war
you tore
from the scriptures

Mostly eye for an eye
feast until blind

I want to sit
silent and stupid
at the top
of some mountain
paralyzed
in a yogi position
so it all seems simple

Detachment never solved
a single damn problem

I want to lick
the tears
from your cheeks
and hear you sing
about where
the bones are buried
but mouths
have run dry
in this desert
so I’ll bite my own
tongue instead

Drama and chaos
make the messiest bed

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 19th, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.