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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As Christians we go through a lot of diverse situations that try our integrity, but to uphold that great commandment to love thy neighbor as thy self (Matt 19:19), seems to be our greatest challenge at times. Instead of being real with one another we tend to hide our true feelings behind a simple smile…

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Behind a Smile
By Edward Taylor III

There’s a lot behind a smile, have you ever considered “What could be”? Hidden behind a pleasant face that seems to possess joy that will never fade could lay pain so deep that tears can no longer express it- only with a smile the face can confess it.

There’s a lot behind a smile, like a dagger dipped in hate: aimed at the center of your soul; as soon as you turn your back on the smile it uses the sharp edge of its tongue to pierce your flesh & sever your spine while smiling the hole time. There’s a lot behind a smile let me describe a few, there’s the one that say’s I’m better then you.

Then there’s the one that hides behind a grin :0) because the smile doesn’t want you to know it captured…

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(Matt 5:16)“ Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

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Be taken away by a peaceful escape from the hectic world around you, step into a place where the reflection of light awakens hidden beauty on a quiet shore, let it inspire you to let your light shine, & awaken the hidden beauty God has placed within you…


By Edward Taylor III

The calm ocean waves reflect the blurry shimmer of moonlight as it struggles to penetrate the thick hazy sky. Clouds litter the midnight sky only allowing a glimpse at the striking beauty they conceal.

The stars are hidden by the collection of vapors heavy with the burden of rain, as the clouds move on, the night is transformed by a sudden burst of light, it overwhelms the eclipse of darkness displaying the nights hidden beauty;

The Oceanside comes to life with the crashing of glittering waves; the smooth sand sparkles like a sea of crystal shards, the…

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Here I go again listen to my tunes you know I had too flow heart to soul through my favorite style of writing free writing no rules just flowing, this is….



Is it my turn to learn that what is in front of me is the doorway too extraordinary very scarcely I immerse Me in

dreams making them realer than the ground under feet I refuse to linger in defeat as long as my heart beats I

will grasp what I reach for no more looking back at past attacks I surround my mind with thoughts of walking

these streets un-blinded unbound soul footsteps purge the filth laying under concrete hearing the hope of these

city streets where even the lowest hope for peace….

Phoenix- A mythical bird that periodically burned itself to death and emerged from the ashes as a new phoenix. According to most stories, the rebirth of the phoenix happened every five hundred years. Only one phoenix lived at a time. This is….



In the ash’s of the past I hush the subconscious moving through the super-conscious flowing

thoughts caught in a rush to bust out of thought-full of unchained dreams bought freedom with

blood stained screams birthed from flames speaking this, “heed this the Sun I kiss witness the

flight of a Phoenix” weaving this path together picture perfect  now I exit the atmosphere letting

out my last tear the signal of no fear pressing into the beyond blue sky high I fly upon winds

which carry the voice of my Father I hear stronger passing through wisdom cloud’s dropping

their gem’s taking it in walking the realm where Moon and Sun blend I rise again….

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