Though they’re far and in between, I still find my moments to unleash inspiration

If I could get only a moment of quiet

I wouldn’t be in a inner riot

reaching for the steering wheel so I can pilot out of this storm

fallowing Gods Perfect Salvation waiting for paradise to form.

If I could get a moment of quiet,

commanding my fears to be still and silent;

I would spend it seeking wisdom’s key

hoping I’d find it

so I can bind understanding to my heart;

upon this quest I embark, walking swiftly out the dark..!

I haven’t had a-lot of time to sit down and drift into thought, but, right now I got some music playing in the background, feeling the urge to create-groundbreaking, let’s see where the muse will take me….





It’s Me–

Your heart seeking the escape from the darkness that travel’s

between seconds,

the pause of life  found in a choice.

I’ve seen you make mistakes, you thought, bad decision’s costing you

much but–

hear me,

You need to get back in touch with me;


I use to be full of dreams and hopes;

You would visit them at night breaking the seal of instruction,

drinking in the wonders of a LIMITLESS hope;

You captured every fruit of imagination receiving strength to lift

the heaviest burden;

But now I’m concerned,

your visits have become thin.

I sense Self is on the mend straining from the process of maintaining,

Fighting too KEEP HOPE,

from fading…..


This is your Heart,

We start waging war now!

We fight back!

To take back our Hopes, our Dreams and Visions!

It’s time–


When two friends find themselves caught in a situation requiring both of them to make a choice between equally undesirable alternatives, ignoring what they really want, together they dance atop a knifes edge. This is…




What do we do?


Do we choose to lose this friendship for a potential love forever after,


or do we risk pain-


we  may never come to this place again;


Torn from remaining friends, we walk away from each others hurt feelings


never again speaking,




Do we venture into this wondrous bliss;


should we enlist this forbidden kiss,


or do we stay-




What do we do?




I’m ask’n-



This poem draws from a place only those who’s been in the heat of love and passion can understand, a place where love’s secrets are spoken, this is….



The vision in front of me opens;

it’s division when I spread your

legs to make an incision, you’re

grab’n the pillow when entry is

given; oh, how I love to listen to

your muffled screams of ecstasy,

pillow talk’n, passionately I grab

for your hair thrusting harder as

you declare I’m almost there,

“I’m coming,

I’m coming”,

I am coming undone

as juices drip down your

legs and tingles run up your spine

you’re so fine I can’t wait till the

next time you ask me to rewind

this night, “baby can you help me 

unwind”, my reply,”only if you  tell

me who’s does this treasure

belong too?”  “Tell me that your

soft carmel skin is all mine for the

taste’n”; I know I’m up to the task

as I confidently ask you to do one

thing when I make your body


“All  I want, is to hear you–
scream for me”….

This poem stands as a release for me; writing this poem meant that I had to go back and find the pain and the hurt I thought I was free from. I realized I had to unload the weights I was carrying with me & so in writing these words I began to release them; it’s my hope that this poem brings freedom to all those that find themselves in these words, this is….

They Never Saw Me….


They never saw me!!!

They never saw me when I tried to fit in, camouflaging myself to blend with them,


they never saw me.

They never saw me tearing inside, too young to understand the value of Self virtue, I guess I was too wounded from beating myself up,

“WHY DON’T YOU STAND-UP FOR YOURSELF”, Self would say on the daily.

They never saw me when I put on my best, face, laughing outside numb underneath.

They never saw me struggling to find joy in the midst of being an emotional toy–

get’n played with on the regular.

They never saw me turn a pillow into a roaring river;

They never counted one of my one hundred tears,

They never helped me figure out why I felt the urge to paint the wall with my own brain matter, calling it quits cause I didn’t think I mattered.

They never cared to see beyond what they wanted me to be!

They didn’t see the walls I built to shield my damaged psyche as they thought their jokes where funny– I hated being the punchline, “hahaha, he looks like______”;

“I’m fine” was my daily lie-n, they never saw, so I left them blind.

They never saw the pain from being made to feel shameful about being me.

They never saw my insecurities just the front’s I put up; pretending to be friendly when really I wanted to cut them deeper than I was hurting saying nothing to keep from bursting.

They didn’t see how the goofy clown I portrayed to be was just to contain the rage behind bars quite in a cage- silent but deadly.

They never saw how Jesus Christ saved my life more than once, living recklessly a life under the  influence of  liquor and blunts.

They never saw how My God brought me out of all this darkness into the bosom of his dear son.

But they will see me as I rise out of this mental pit they left me in.

They will see me as I bravely let my light shine without fear as I announce, “despite all your malicious tactics–




These next series of poems are my version of freestyle, I call it freetyping, I wrote what came to mind in that moment, here’s the first with a little editing, This is…


one of my very first poems in free-writing style

Originally posted on Taylor's Poetry Corner:

by Edward (Flowx10) Taylor III

Patience held in contempt waiting for grace to hit. Mind now exposed to limitless favor ears captured by words…

…Nature changer…,

Mindsets shatter like glass…

…Truth blast,

NOW seed can grow like refreshed spring grass; AT LAST, hear the sound of chains dropping to ground, legs unbound,

feel… feel…


Blood rushing to ground, flowing to wrist, my lungs never tasted freedom like this.

Unrestricted vocals lash out in shout, eyes overloaded with joyful tears, crowns fall in worship as Kings kneel down,


Shatters the shroud & rips the Vail, blindness is removed as glory shines through,

The LAMB was slain for sins that where mine, fulfilling the shadow leaving it cursed to a tree…


An unlawful abiding citizen…

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