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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: SCOTT THOMAS OUTLAR Scott Thomas Outlar spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the ever-changing currents of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. What that means, essentially, is that he lives a simple life in the suburbs outside Atlanta, Georgia where he enjoys reading,…
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He cares so little From the cracks of the earth Low and forgotten With ease Some gave their all To salvage their kin A bottle-dwelling scourge Of scum and squalor To pry nothing more Than decay The fragments of youth That he yields, to the hungering depths Denial is lost From the vise of his…
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Say what you will I am deathly afraid As I sway, uninvolved In the fearsome display of mankind Can I live When I’m wholly consumed in myself? As sorrow, rampages outside Can I live When I’m faithfully sullen? In rippling disorder As the voices ascend And so gradually die I am hardly alive In each…
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Nothing is owed On this road in decline Tribulation, is swift And dulls with time Dying Is done with ease As the valiant live on, to scrap For their rations of peace Still, beauty unfolds Along, this terrible way A fate, worth braving the rage
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So helplessly, I yearn From this drifting barge To the dark water’s cull In vain I slave for the shores of home As I’m violently Jolted away, to sink Where the open skies Yield nothing at all For miles and miles Emblazed with light Where the fires of hell Engulf each day Giving way To…
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So many joys deferred And flaming red Watch them burn All through the dusk What a shame As cinders take flight Remembering, in full What life should have been So many waning hours Toppled over with promise As food for thought For the scouring eyes And minds of tomorrow
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There is only static In the haze of their words Like the front lines of old They grow weathered, and die To come alive in sleep To bury each dawn in the ashes An impossible, refrain to shake Now a mist rolls along Through life’s precious joys Ensnaring the many In sloth and well-wishes for…
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Every bridge disbands in the surf For I’ve torn out their screws And I’ve kicked away their limbs For I bring about misery this day With a mind in revolt As a lone hijacker of the moments Once gracious and calm I fuel the decay From the haze of my wants and woes At the…
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We’ve heard But we hardly know We speak, enraged Never stalling to breathe ‘Till we strain for a wisp In the upswell of anger No mercy in our words For our fellow man’s a fool Who couldn’t possibly know We cascade like dams In a thunderous decline And surge with distress With venom and vile
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