Poetry

By

Scott Thomas Outlar

Intersection

Nothing lasts forever.

Some lines are only meant to intersect

for a brief, beautiful moment

before passing each other by in different directions.

Sometimes love isn’t enough.

Sometimes money can kill even the sweetest emotions.

Sometimes alcohol can bring out the ugliest feelings.

Sometimes everything is perfect for awhile

until the cracks appear.

Sometimes the ice is just too thin

to hold up two broken souls at once.

Sometimes ignorance leads to disillusion.

Sometimes there just isn’t enough substance

to match up with the style of lust.

But sometimes, every once in awhile,

something does last,

at least until

the death do us part clause

comes into play

to remind us

about the temporary nature

of this powerful and tragic experience

called life

and love.

Upon a Star

I wish I was a funeral

with no one at my grave

I wish I was the marrow

with maggots sucking dry

I wish I was a hero

with a way to save the day

I wish I had the answers

to these problems that cut deep

I wish this life was just

and not so hit or miss

I wish this mind was balanced

and not so high to low

I wish I had an anchor

to keep me by your side

I wish this love was mutual

so I could still hold you close

I wish I was a resurrection

so I could bring you back to life

I wish I knew where God was

so I could steal His time

Scott Thomas Outlar

Scott Thomas Outlar spends the hours flowing and fluxing to the rhythms of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. More of his work can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.