Free Verse

His Sins


He stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean
Salt sprays rain in the air his thoughts strayed
To all his past sins
He committed a little bit of each
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed
As he watch the violence of the sea
Reminding him of the rage in his heart
Was he worth loving, he thought not
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed
He took a step closer to the edge
One foot dangled just a tad over
One more step and he’d be
Lost forever
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed

Would he be missed?
Someone out there crying
For his soul damned by years
Of abuse in turn he abused other
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed
The vicious cycle of life was
Coming with a vengeance looking
Over that cliff so many thoughts paraded
Through his mind
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed
His mother had loved him once upon a time
He didn’t know his father and didn’t
Really give a damn
Clouds rolled in turning the morning grey
The sun ran away if acknowledging his duplicity
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed
Out in the distance he spotted a seagull
Wondered what it must of felt like
Soaring through the air with all that freedom
Beneath his wings, being free he never experienced
Always locked in some inner battle with himself
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed
The sea was calling him
The waves echoed in his mind
Telling him he’d find the peace
And freedom he was denied
One more step he’d find the answer to
So many questions
Life eternal
He lied,
 Cheated,
Coveted, and yes
 He even killed





I Need Another Scotch



What do I do now throw my hands up wave a white flag and surrender
Stagnant unmoving emotions on a roller coaster of disaster
No more to the point of staggering off a cliff free falling
Well maybe it’s even more than that unscrew the top pour a shot
They say if you hold a bird to long it loses all since of self, crippled by dependency
No independence, wait clipped wings don’t grow back do they
Oh hell the sense I’m making, none take a sip
Too many hours spent going over this road map called, what, life?
Damn what was the name of that psychiatrist just as well probably
Put a spell on me instead of helping me to figure out my self
Lie on his couch watching his luscious mouth
Each word he forms making me warm
His deep expressive eyes undressing me, yep I know what
He’s thinkin and I’m thinking it too next one make it a double no ice
Okay I’m putting the glass down everything is becoming
 Muddled scuttled there’s a rattle going off inside my brain
Laughter, is someone else in the room with me or
Am I going insane?
Oh okay it just me then again I think the
Man on TV is speaking let me turn up the sound
“Are you sitting alone in a dark room talking to yourself? Well if you are you might
Want to get off the damn couch and turn on some lights” the bottle is empty
I need another scotch