Faith

Take a page out of the bible, jot it down and rehearse it like the rehearsal at a recital/This is very vital, forget false idols, the highest of high holds the highest of all titles/Follow a small scripture, take a quick picture and picture a quick trip to a place with slick fixtures/God grant me the serenity to forgive all of my enemies/Take me to a place and a space that's more heavenly/I am a sinner so forgive me for I have sinned, the most sinister is still within, and on this line I walk is thin/It's in Gods hands now as the saying has been said and I'm handing you my faith as I'm breaking off this bread/Dear heavenly father, it's death before dishonor, so honestly I'll probably be dead before I bother/I believe that faith and a little bit of love, will grant me the key to your gates from up above/So as I walk with you and try and do as you do, don't forget my name on that list when I am through/Please review my life by the things that I've done right/Forget about mistakes and judge me by my faith.

This Ink

How am I even able to keep writing something that's good?/Well I've got an I.V. hooked up pumpin ink into my blood/That's how passionate I get when a thought enters in/This ink keeps me goin when flowin beneath the skin/It's a necessity to survive without it I couldn't be/Like oxygen within your lungs without it you couldn't breathe/As it travels through my veins to different parts of my body/I pick up my utensil and start my thought jotting/First I see the words that are scrambled in my brain/Then I line em all up like the cars that make a train/I then take the line and form a nice smooth sentence/And make the next line rhyme with the first for the finish/Once you repeat this about 20 more times/You get a bunch of different phrases made out of all the lines/The phrases put together paint an image for those engaged/And those images with feeling combine to fill the page.

Writers Block

It's a nightmare, a terror, the worst possibility/I can't find the words and it's damn near killin me/My pen hits the pad but I can't spill the ink/It's a fight between my mind and my pen at the brink/I'm trying to think every thought that I can/But the thoughts that I think I just don't understand/Biologically my mind has a chemical imbalance/Because usually this comes with an effortless talent/I need medication like antidepressants/Before I go psycho and become schizophrenic/Morphine and Codeine might numb the pain/But the fact remains I have a blank page/Read between the lines, Oh Wait.....nevermind/Because nothing is written between any of mine/This rhyme has a curse and something demonic/Cause having writers block while writing writers block is kind of ironic.