To strive, to gain, to seek, to attain or accomplish( an end, object or purpose); This is…

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Desire risen to the max ready for maximum impact sober minded speaking words exact interrupting fact with the truth faith produced, was told whats the use, but still pressed on determination on breath dreams in-depth rewriting natural precepts bringing spirit breath concepts; running taking God inspired steps into the rest I strived for so sure is my promise seen when I dream overseeing the realm of a King. Imagination peaking my stride streaking heart peeking at vision. Speaking forth the foundations laid by faith, erecting great pillars of grace. I stretch forth my hands to obtain my crown the very-thing I’ve strived so long for, the reason I was pressed to endure….

So much can be said in one gesture of love, one display of romance, one hot flame of passion, all contained in…

One Kiss

By Edward Limitless Taylor III

Sweet kisses in true loves bliss is this a dream;

Scenes in fantasy’s tapestries, picture perfect sentiments, rose pedal pathways, perfume laced bed sheets;

Love making under the covers of starlight. Passion intensifies between the blankets of midnight.

The moonshining highlighting lustful glances;

A taste of escape when we embrace.

Heaven chasing when we take in the breath of oneness. This honeymoon adventure leaves me searching, longing, to touch the depths of your erotic soul.

Digging for the buried treasures of your hearts desires, franticly excavating your diamond studded fantasies…

…In one kiss….

My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. James 1: 2-4

Time Trials of Patience

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Time trial of patience waiting for the dreams ingrained in mind:

Time trial of patience staying focused on my expected end, grind’n till hope begins to develop & faith envelops eye sight.

I fight the good fight, spoken word swings like sword swipes,

I speak “till verbal articulation forms my hearts conversations;  Greasing the steel wheels of patience.

Time trying my resilience but I still proceed with heaven-sent perseverance.

Greater vision opens the gates to mediocrity’s prison, escaping, my hearts racing, as I’m gazing into higher dimensions…



Patently advancing to thee O, mountain top; Pressing forward while keeping my objective in sight,

I must fight & strive to enter like the fresh sun rays strive to bring life at the end of winter.

I must press into my rest;

Patience My Son…


I hear as I preserver through the raging storm that surrounds me, seeming to drown me, as it draws nearer.

But with no fear of failure I press with patience on my breath. Times of peace I find in the eye of this storm, my mind easing back, back to my dreams & immortal hopes.

With a loud voice as boisterous as thunder I shout, ADVANCE!!!

Patience collides with urgency creating a breath of fervency laced with the command of Man,

” PEACE… Be still!”

The raging storm subsides, frustrations found overrun by patience, I advance towards the climax of this journey.

The waters of relief wash the fatiguing stresses of my mind. I scan the valley of promise surveying all that is mine….

 An exhale of AT LAST exits, as breath is refreshed, I enter into my promise land now finally at rest….

Life has a great contrast lying with in, like two different dimensions coexisting in the same world,

Living v.s Existing


Breathe in, breathe out, birth ends with the first breaths taken in a life cursed in sin, confined to toil through time seeking for reason & purpose lost in despair surrounded by darkness and confusion, weighted burdens bared. False hope shaken off in drunken disillusions, its a crime of things, a King answering the whip when it sings tic-toc existing to punch a clock clock the only refuge taken in fifteen minutes of thought, chasing visions of desire for an existence higher. Fire set blaze to passion, now lay dreams Suffocated under the ashes of frustrations pain, labor much for little return poor mans gain; glossy eyes look to the sky searching for dreams lost in flame the cost of rebellions exchange. Methodical motions bound to drown in a dreary rain while life goes by merely existing….

Breath taken into soul sweet freedoms kiss awoke spirit within, then one soul salvaged from deaths clutches, washed & restored, when all said & done adopted one shown a manner of love that would call one son, no-longer by the sweat of braw shall one retrieve that which was sown by labor & deeds. Now by belief in speech shall one plant seeds of dreams in the field of grace savoring the taste of vision become flourish-ion.
Partaking in the divine nature given; forgiven of all trespasses now driven to achieve purpose realized when passion feeds strong desire, giving the reason for life in time not squandered but valued, one life worthy to be remembered, one legacy loved, one life lived & living….

There is a place in the absence of sound where we are met with a most peculiar opportunity for self evaluation & self discovery. This is…

Moments of Silence
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

A moment of silence the calm before the storm, the space between abstract & norm, the void betwixt the breaths of anxieties pulse, the lull in time & space where the whispers of the sub-conscience congregate. A moment of silence taken to grieve; A moment to ponder on what one believes. The place where God holds the courts of truth, the moment where one reflex on the time as a youth.

A moment of silence a moment of peace the moment where all cares fall as an autumn leaf. A moment in the beauty of harmonious serenity; the place where one finds an undefined ability to overcome all odds.

A moment when one takes time to search the depths of the soul. The silent moments where inspiration voices its commands bringing life to plan. A moment of silence where tears are gathered in memories time capsule, emotions boxed in silent castles, refusing to be announced.

It is said that “silence is golden”, if that be the case, let us take a moment to discover the many treasures Silence is holden….

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. (Genesis 1:1-3 KJV)

Birth of spoken word
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Gross darkness ruled the realm; movement rendered num & motionless emotions missed this soulless abyss; this unlit canvas, this formless void; like soil awaiting the arrival of seed it rests purposeless; this darkness, this empty space full of life it contained, waiting for the day preordained; its day promised its desire to fulfill thought admonished by imagination breathing with intent awaiting illumination of expectation: then came the exhale of change…. What preceded next was the first commandment to creation. Forth came the words that set picture into frame words that began all, seen & unseen, words orchestrated in thought then spoken to the deep… LET THERE BE LIGHT…
These Words no-longer hidden spoken words etched into history as it is written… & there was Light & God saw the light, that it was good….