Triangulate the Frontal Lobe

Age/space is a figment
of your limited perception’s
discombobulated reality

square the vertical

at nine tolls
from the belfry

and gasp
on a cloud

woven with silken threads
of encoded intention

the spider’s web
in a glimmering ray
of morning light

reveals a language
of natural instinct

We communicate
with pretty signs
and terrible bites/stings

Rusted bark
hanging stiff
across the limb
(a Rorschach beaver skin)

but this world is prone to cause
fits and fevers from time to time

mind to mind
to heart
to soul
to source

merging to melt
into miraculously
orchestrated magic

at the note’s
peak crescendo

This life is a symphony
musically inspired
by the holy spirit vibration

Bottle the energy
fizz or pomp


at the

focal point
expansion of
crystallized visions

If you can’t recall
your dreams
you can still
choose to live
each moment
as a lucid act
in motion

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.