Raising Cain
by Scott Thomas Outlar / June 9th, 2019
Want to think of something belligerent to say
but the water is still
Can I shove my peace down your throat
so you can speak for me
when I fall silent?
Want to voice seven prima facie objections
but friction is flatline
Can I spit up your sold-out justice
so the wobbling scales
have a safe place to crash?
Want to bite the tongue that lies so sweetly
but teeth are fasting
Can I bury the sugar from cane
so the dirt licks dry
all the blood on your hands?
Want to dream of new wars to devise
but the river is calm
Can I laugh at the karma recycling
so the next spin burns
where light fears to tread?
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.
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This article was posted on Sunday, June 9th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
