Take a Chance

You're more than just a maybe or a hopeful possibility/Visions of holding hands, take a chance this is killin me/Wake me up if this is fiction, don't want to waste another minute/not another second, my heads spinning in different directions, losing control I'm feelin helpless/I've got so much to offer but you never seem to bother/You don't know what you're missin, I'll be your man, slowly kissin/Baby just listen and please pay attention to all of the aforementioned/He's not what you want he'll never be what you need, so take a step off that ledge and take a chance on me/We can ride on this journey together forever as best friends/Through the straight and the narrow around the turns and the bends/I can pick you up whenever you're feeling down and I'll be your king inside this castle nicely fitted with the crown/You can be my queen who will always stand by her man/A beauty never seen with a ring up on your hand/Close your eyes and let go, take a breath and grab my hand/I can be your man if you'll only take a chance.

Tornado

Being with her is like trying to tame a tornado/Impossible to understand but once she’s yours the ride is that of anything ever known to man/She brings her love like a hurricane; the force of it will rip the breath from your lungs/But like watching a storm roll in with curious eyes, your feet will never move/Your body will simply brace until she lights a fire inside of you that will rise, and overtake, and soon you will both be lost in the beauty of it/The absolute raw force of fire and wind and rain all dancing and weaving in a torrent around where you each stand, together/Your sense of touch will be amplified, utterly charged and leaving you near catatonic from the awe of feeling such power racing through your fingertips; indeed, you’ve never touched a tornado until now/And you’ll take in the fierce scent of her until it fills your lungs and clouds your mind, until you can think of nothing but twisted metal and pouring rain/Until you desire nothing but to feel that again, that fury that rocked your soul, that girl who took your heart with the force of a thousand winds and left you kneeling on the ground, begging for more/And every night you’ll close your eyes and call up the memory of her scent, anything to get your heart to beat the way it raced with her/You’ll forever be praying to the gods for one last chance with your tornado.

Broken and Lifted

She has a heart that's been broken before and ripped right out and thrown on the floor/She's cried tears of pain and sorrow and prayed for relief and a better tomorrow/She's been pushed, hit and called a bitch/Open palms and even closed fists/Scars and bruises have all remained and of course the everlasting pain/Defeated and punished with walls built up, a savior has come with nothing but love/He hugs her, kisses her, calls her beautiful/Cares for her, loves her and the feelings mutual/For the first time she cracks a smile, something unseen in quite awhile/The walls come down that were once built up and along with that has come her trust/He wraps her up and vows to protect her. In sickness and in health as one forever/The pain has been lifted and she's no longer broken, her angel has saved her from all that was hopeless.

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.

Non-Sense

This is a kinda non-sense, outcha mind type of rhyme/Outta context, not your cortex, cerebral or the spine/In a vortex, sippin on a vodka and a lime/Yeah a new concept with a new conflict, runnin like a convict, moshin in a mosh pit/It's kinda hard to diverge between so many words, when the 1st plus the 2nd doesn't equal the 3rd/But that's the whole point man gotta keep em guessin, keep em scratchin their heads like what was the lesson?/Please stop stressin, now it's all irrelevant, just another testament you're forgetful like an elephant/In all fairness though I probably should say that 99% of my words confuse even me/And honestly it makes no sense, cause one second it's that and another it's this/So I digress and stick to what's best, putting words in constant contact with one's that match the rest/If you have to dig deep to try and find the true meaning, then maybe you should re-think exactly what you're reading/At this point now my whole brain is depleting, I'm going CRAZY and seeing things I shouldn't be seeing/Trivia questions but without all the answers, Dancing with the stars but without all the dancers/Baby 1 and baby 2 with the pampers and I'm seeing baby blue like the Carolina Panthers/5:26 and the kid is still at it cause my mind is so sick that I cannot break the habit/Possibly the most pointless piece ever put together/HAHA Yeah right more like the most clever!

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.

The Addict

The path of an addict can be real weary/Spinning out of control because he's not steering/A much greater force that he cannot overcome/Has trapped him in hell and has made him numb/Searching for the light but this drug has got him blinded/And the scars along his arms are just the pain that is reminded/His whole entire focus was to simply get high/But his life just seemed so hopeless as it passed him right by/It was the alcohol, the meth and the coke and the weed/The pills, and the shrooms, the heroin and speed/He could feel his chest get heavy and his breath would be much shorter/With the chills and the sweats all curled up in the corner/For every single time that this event had occurred/No one ever lent a hand, no one ever said a word/It was a cry out for help and something that he wanted/Freedom from these demons that had his mind so gone and haunted/Some guidance and some vision to pull out through the darkness/But this high would be his last and also be his darkest.