A Poem About Sin: Outlaw
Author Bio and Intentions
I graduated from the Pennsylvania State University in 2012 with a Bachelors of Arts in English Studies. Focusing on creative non-fiction, poetry and fiction writing genres, I have been trained and educated in many forms of rhetoric. My passion for writing has always been the most important thing in my life. It is my hope and desire to get my original work out to the community, in order to generate a following an eventually replace tradition employment with a freelance career. Please, follow, comment, and share as nothing is possible without the support of this wonderful community of artists. Thank, you. Cheers, folks!
There lies a six gun,
A replacement for the bible
That once sat in its place;
An empty bottle of Jack
instead of the bread and wine
That once ended a Sunday morn.
There are hymns in the distance,
Church bells chiming from a far;
Somewhere through the smoke and music;
Somewhere outside of this bar.
How far off it seems to me,
Like a past life long passed away.
A man has died today,
Though he still walks this Earth,
A bandit always on the run.
Riding toward the setting sun,
Chasing the fading light,
yet still capturing none.
An outlaw, Marlboro Red in hand,
Hoping his cowboy killer
Will live up to its name.
He plays the game of sin,
never any rest for the wicked,
Satan's newest leading rebel kid.
Where once people turned to him,
Looking for welcome advice;
Now a cold shoulder waits.
They Say, “Kid, get a life.”
“Kid, What have you become?”
“Hey, boy, no one wants you 'round here no more.”
What happened to the bible,
To the bread and wine,
To the love of life and rising sun.
The Bells are ringin’ for a funeral in town,
Maybe it’s time he join that procession;
Maybe it’s time he lay himself down.