Writer's Block

I got writer’s block
My feelings talk in languages
I can not comprehend...
Its like deep within
Way passed the rhymes and pretty wordplay
theres something
I just gotta,
haveta,
needta to say.
I just cant seem
to express
I press and I press...
Congested verbage
Stuck in one place
Yearning for freedom
My thoughts like Sudanese diggers
Feigns for my pen and pad
Im begging to see them
If I could just
Release
Time cease
Beads of sweat crease my pad
As I push and I push
In my attempt to bring out of me
That fire that heat within.
May the gift of healing I possess
Possess these words
As you read and/or listen
Please ingest these words
If power of thought and intent is so strong
I will myself to get along with every enemy
I repel insanity
I write….
I write
Even tho
Inspiration’s not knocking like usually
I got some Yang blocking my Yin
Disrupting the flow of my Chi

It will come…
So I press..
And I press

With high expectations
I wait for the sign
Busy signal received
No threeway phoneline
Just waiting
Just waiting
Time sub-
sides

I get this writers blocking
When im talking bout
Making that underground guerilla warefare type ish
That music for the spirit
That food for thought
Powers that be
Beg that I speak not
Maybe I ought
But..nah i got to do this
Cant refuse it
As the voice of the Divine
Begins to shine past the madness
I take God’s hand
I couldn’t have planned this encounter any better

Words like river running
Now begin to flow from
The breath of the
Almighty into my psyche
Im getting high see
High off of inspired scripting
Texting LOL at my circumstances
God has a sense of humor
I got my chance now I
Run with full force
Mind now refueled
I see u
I feel u
Everything I write
Now
Is truly for you
Its for that
Youngsta searching for love thru people
Not knowing to look within
I speak now for the muffled cries of those broken and martyred
Whose voices were borrowed and stolen from thieves
Never to be returned
And cast to the side like weeds
I perceive their pain
And I overstand it..
I take on ur burdens and pray past it
I Fast
pass it to the angels who fight for us
Putting all trust in the MOST HIGH
Even when the streets cry at the lost of a young soul
We still be whole
Cuz tho we feel pained
We are not alone God loves us so
God loves us SO
Much more than we’ll even know...in this life or the next
Don’t stress
Cuz I press
and I press...
And I
write for you…