Ultra Hues and Bluesy Moods

A day to juice the squeeze
and switch the flip
and rip a give

and just see
where Bizarro takes us

here, we turn for a twist
through outer illusions

the world, a façade
our souls, some true spin
on the fabric
of everything
other than matter

if we only speak
with the silver flakes
of our hearts’ tongues
and let no salt
calcify
in the spaces where we learn to listen

this poisoned paradise might sway toward violet

this prison of flesh
this temple of power

this sorrow of strife
this calm silent river

and every note
in between
striking chords
as the score
of life plays out

upon some holographic
3D screen

with pin pricks
and blistering winds

with bird chirps
and supreme vistas

Take it as a given
that I’m all in
for the ride

dancing/collapsing
with every subtle shade
the magnetic circuit
chooses to sing

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.