While it’s Today, I will spend my time wisely…


I wake up to get my taste up, time for time too pay up, and get it in, Fat Joe style,  

“I’m all the way up!”

Putting demands on today, Commanding the morning, spiritual word play.

Staying on target, laser guided path painted and marked, no misfires, like the morning Sun my heart stays ignited.

Focused on my mission-

infiltrated the Fortress of Doubt, clasped its pillar’s, and ran out waving a high hand gripping the courage of a Dreamer-


Assassinating guilt and regret dissolving the old nature re-birthed into a Dream creator, while time passes by in a cloud of vapors.

Watching my ship come in, The only reason I’m at the Dock of the bay watching my mistakes roll away.

I guess I’m just killing time today…




Cruising on cloud 9 like a smart missile;

Leaving the school of hard knocks with an early dismissal.

Dreams burn in my heart like a freshly fired pistol, leaving shots fired creating wholes in the mental, picture, held in my past;

Picked up extra credit so I learned fast, and built new hopes in the aftermath.

Doubt left decimated, purpose no longer isolated, taken off the back burner-  

When it comes to Hope I’ma fast learner.

Adding action to wishes the ingredients of a Dream. Let’em soak in my thoughts, like a lobster in a pot, until they scream-


Only the Memories, and the moments that shaped them.., Truly hold the value of this gift called Life…

A Fathers Silent Tear Drop


With Ms Hill in the background with Passion I write with a frown when I look down seeing

my young seeds grow in a World I hardly recognize anymore. A World without loved ones

and friends held in thought and memory clinging to the lessons they gave me, their love

saved me from thoughts wrapped in stone trying to drown me in a river flowing violent,

running with violence in tow trying to drag its victims low, but I sowed good seed with

deep roots so no matter how the current rages I keep these seeds and their hopes anchored

to pages where my spirit dwells in-between lines bordering hidden tears… “God Bless the

Fathers that fight with me to up lift this next generation past tragedy, and wipe away

these tears no Man can see…, as they depart from me… “

I’ve said good bye to too many friends and family in the recent years…, and today i just realized I’m….



Heart heavy as memories tell me of stories written a time ago when life was a lil slow and

we didn’t carry the World in tow oh how I remember the smiles and laughter then comes

the morning after a blissful Dream scenes flipping like pages seen in books housing

pictures of moments captured…

Moments, God only knows, how I want them back….

LORD lead me to my place of escape where thoughts spoken re-shape; lead me to & through the…

My prayer Today, written yesterday……

Taylor's Poetry Corner

Open Doors
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Fearless impulses bursting out with vocal thrusts, is this the time for exhalation? finally! Seed explodes growth goes beyond inner depths speaking forth outer thought delivered by breath. Transforming reality morphing minds too awaken, like coming off a morphine Induced stupor; my words becoming your mental suitor, call me a dream distributer. Exploding visions when received; I’m devoted to delivering words of need getting you connected with the right motives for motivation floating through the flow of ever expanding revelation. Fast pace’n though long winded, endurance race’n; it’s the most crucial prize I’m striving towards & once I apprehend I’ll leave the door open for my heavenly kin to walk in. I extend in the most heated moments of pressure building edifying word works downloading Keys to the kingdom into my soulful word search, inducing hope replacing past hurts, fears disperse; relief comes…

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Writing with ‘Let it be’ by James Bay playing in the background- let’s see where this melody will take me…,



A warm sunrise energies from a razor edged horizon,

It pierces the darkness in a magnificent display screaming,”TODAY, is the Day!”

The Day of all things possible, I’m positively thinking of the greatness before me,

 In hands stretched to the sky. 

Limitless abounding while on lookers stand astounded

and the foolish are left confounded wondering how I got around-


The problems that haunted my mind in the midnight.

The inner prison bars broke from their hinges from this amazing light, 


These thoughts wrapped in a soft Morning breeze,

Whisper my very Dream…,

“Let it be the Day I make history…,

Being Me….”


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