If we pursued Life with a primal attraction I wonder what would be said of an object of affection such as Life…

#LUST4LIFE

by LIMITLESS

Just the thought of embracing you brings me to a place of grace.

Freedom I claimed when the Love for you came to mind.

My heart beats to your rhythm flowing effortlessly in tune.

Potential will be in bloom.

Picture perfect moments savoring every second soon becoming past.

This romance has its “Preludes to Peace”

While demonstrating “Declarations of War”,

What can I say,

When it rains it pours.

but my love for you still remains the highest grade,

Titanium CP;

Your value brilliantly invented me.

Seizing me in a holding pattern until wisdom was born;

Adorned with the finest pearls,

Beauty twirls around when the Joy for you can be found.

Just the day dream of you is a pool I drown in when I begin to live in

the essence of-

You fuel this fever to 104 degrees of lust for-

your fruit excites me when I grasp this beam to which we all dream,

Wish,

and hope to claim….

THIS LIFE CAN BE LIKE A GIANT PUZZLE WE WALK THROUGH; ADDING AND REMOVING PIECES OF OURSELVES IN AN ATTEMPT TO FIND OUR ORIGINAL SELF. THIS IS A POEM EXPRESSING THE INNER TURMOIL ONE CAN FIND THEMSELVES STRUGGLING WITH WHEN THEY REALIZE…,

“I’M SHATTERED….?”

by LIMITLESS

Scattered and fragmented-

Evidence of a broken heart that never mended.

I’M SHATTERED,

In pieces,

Left solitary,

Forsaken like discarded feces….

IIIII’M

SHATTERED,

Blistered feet worn from searching for-

ME….

I’M SHATTERED,

How can I fix this split existence?

Someone, 

TELL ME

HELP ME,

“…. I’m…”

a tear falls heavy with concern )

“Shattered….”

I find myself wrapped up in some of my favorite shows from time to time. But when your escape becomes your trap, holding your attention hostage, while Life passes by- consider putting your favorite show on pause and start staring in your own Life story. This is…

SURF’S UP

by LIMITLESS

I’m Surfing…,

Trying to find the right frequency of relaxation,

Forget peaceful meditation,

Sshhh…,

My brains on vacation.

I’m surfing…,

Flipping from script to script, exploring scenes,

I’m Surfing….

Surfing’s like a dream you chase,

Trying to fulfill a driven taste,

Trying to discover the answer to,”What’s gonna happen next?”

Putting the children on pause and the spouse on mute,

Just so I can press play.

OH!

WHAT A GLORIOUS 80 INCH, HD, 4D, LCD, 1080P…

I’m,

Surfing…

While trying to hear my loved one’s express their going through’s,

Their diverse up’s and down’s,

Their emotional roller-coaster rides;

While simultaneously listening to my delightful programing;

All the while,

My fingers continue to ride the wave of entertainment searching for my favorite focus detainment.

Then I hear,

“DADDY.”

“WHAT…!”

“Look at what I did.”

NOT NOW,

CAN’T YOU SEE I’M SURFING….

So many questions…?

QUESTIONS

by LIMITLESS

Why?

Why do I?

Why do I keep shadowing insanity…?

Repeating its redundancy-

Mortgaging my time to Hypothetical Fears.

My Thoughts circle the pools of

imagination, amidst a barren wishland,

Where un-captured dreams roam-

Why can’t  they find a home…?

“Why has the eye’s of my hope grown dim?!”

(A Voice is shown like a guiding light emerging from the dark mist speaking)

“Why do you question my Love towards you?

That same love I had, I have, so much so, I brusied a rose to make amends,

An atonement for your Sin.”

“So Your life may begin again.”

“So…,”

“Why do you question?”

“Don’t you believe Me….?”

- As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do toinherit eternal life?”

Stay focused on what you Know you want out of life and pin your thoughts upon the portrait of your hopes. Do not allow yourself to get caught try’n to run your race wearing…

CEMENT SHOES….

by LIMITLESS

I wanna get out of these cement shoes;

I’m fed up with singing the blues.

I’d rather choose to pursue what’s been give’n so I can start live’n,

But I can’t move with these cement shoes;

Stuck running in place,

Days full of hurry up and wait’s.

Patient yes, however, the blues from these cement shoes amplifies stresses.

What’s left to do???

Give up to the weight of these cement shoes or use the chisel tool to

Chip away at these stone blocks poured over my feet mixed from heavy thoughts…

Feeling like there’s a plate of hope and a spoonful of desire just out of reach;

All because of these cement thoughts that put these blocks on my feet….

-Philippians 4:8  “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

WHEN DOUBT BEGINS ITS ASSAULT ON YOUR DREAM IT’S TIME TO SOUND THE ALARM…

 

TOO ARMS…  TOO ARMS…

by LIMITLESS

I went from survivor to fighter swinging this pen ’til my arms

Went tired striving to follow the pillar of fire burning in my soul cuz

The artifice reality is cold we got sold a lemon when the forbidden

Fruit was given they want you to believe the crumbs given is real

Live’n

Its official the warrant has been issued calling for the arrest of this

Development I demand this deception to quit or taste the tip of my

Pen in hand balled fist quiver free-writing a command,

“WE THE PEOPLE DEMAND TRUTH”…!

Went from survivor to Prize Fighter wielding a weapon mightier than

Sword words catch fire as paper absorbs My Dreams-

The War rages

On…..!

When the crisp morning breeze plants the seeds of your dreams in your ear all of creation stands still just to hear every desire….

HOPE SPEAKS
by LIMITLESS
 
Time is patient,
The future is what you paint it;
The horror’s of your past I pray they fade quick.
Let the enemies of your dreams be vanquished.
Let your hopes rest on the throne next to where faith sits housed in Love
burning eternal.
Let the memories of your Joy be recorded in histories pages,
And
Please roam your world free,
Because
God never intended us to be locked in mental cages.
LIVE,
LOVE,
And BELIEVE you are a marvel to behold.
Now….
FACE
Your mirror and see who royalty is supposed to
BEHOLD….
 

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