By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III
Six day’s to press for the mark, target set, now set the spark to start the blaze;
Blazing forward attacking my course with focused far-site,
Despite the dispute in my conscience mind fighting sub-conscience thoughts of sabotage,
I receive the instruction wrapped in midnight voyages…
…Can Me past & Me future coexist in this present moment, can Me forsake the contrary history that haunts Me?
Striving for the rest at the end of this press live’n life more vocal;
Leaving my last words timeless, eternal heart beating endless, thoughts shaping limitless dreams,
Till time fades leaving stars to be gazed set in heavenly places prearranged;
Sit’n on my throne of patience decree’n my reality into life,
Making decisions formed in a perspective seated in all seven dimensions.
Lone-hope left un-restricted, it persisted past the point of disappointment cemented in the belief sent to Son,
Putting history into re-write mode leave’n the residue of light when miracles unfold in-site, on-site.
Six day’s to take spot perfecting what I’ve been taught to display…