Manic Adoration

O God, I want to be overwhelmed

by something sweeter than
the sour grapes
of harvests past

by a symphony sung
from the lips of a choir
that has cast out all sirens

by a single shot
of adrenaline
not manufactured in a lab

O Lord, I wish to be consumed

by the maddened cry
that heralds laughter
beyond sorrow’s edge

by the howling scream
of a righteous wind
come fiercely

by the final plunge
into a vast expanse
promising vistas unparalleled

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.