The Martyr Chronicles PT. 4

‘The Homecoming’
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

My eyelids expand to the command:”BEHOLD the Pearl Gates”. An Angel escorts me in through the realm of Faith: the power of grace hits me like twenty tons of weights- I fell as one dead.
“Arise my brother”, the Angel said. “you are amongst fellow overcomer’s who hungered for the same spirit that dwells in you, through the valley they came despising the shame victory they’ve obtained”. I walked through the midst of bowed faces hearing their victorious song of redemption, praises fill the atmosphere, we are the remnant: the ones the world cursed and spat out: But now the triumphant has sung. None could have separated me from the origin of love.

I see a great throne & a place that’s my own, a place prepared for me to dwell, at the feet of the Lamb of God, Forever thankful for the good fruit I still reap. I AM home…, an angel taps my shoulder, he points to a seat & instructs me to sit, he touches my mouth, his fingers burning with intense heat, then he releases his hold, simply saying, “Now Speak….”

This poem has the hints of passion, seduction, & sexuality meant to stir up the fire of desire, (for mature readers only), I believe that this is an area in a Christian Marriage that can be easily neglected, let’s fix that, let’s start enjoying the one person God meant for you to make a life long connection with. This is…

A Passionate Connection
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

One life, one passion, one question I’m asking, will you take my hand & come with me on a trip through loves land? Life flows fast when we push past the past to engage in the elements of loves construct; dabbling in lustful mischief, karma sutra got us twisted up in bedroom misconducts. Up-wards & on-wards climax seek’n. observing your learning curves as I’m peaking; my skill set just met the challenge of releasing your corralled assets, bounce’n bed springs like bad checks; our love making’s creating E.T. sex. I’m on a mission to resolve all your sexual tension’s. Call me an attentive student, ask’n your body questions as the strokes get deeper, each quiver is much sweeter then the last. I’m just living in the moment, no future, no past doing everything I can to make you a permanent fan, strictly fallowing passions plan. Our bodies intertwined, at-one-meant that we’re meant to be together, created separate yet we’re gathered up in loves net. Together we lay captive upon the marriage bed wrapped in blankets of passion where our love connects….

The Martyr Chronicles PT 3

‘The Final Moments’
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I awake to find myself once again behind bars looking at the scars on my wrist, I still feel the pain from the whips, my blood drips to the tip of this pen my tears fall to the ground, as I begin to think about the persecution I went through for the glory of Christ, think’n if I had to do it again I’ll still give my life; until death I’m preach’n Christ with my last breath- as I give God the glory a left hook hits my cheek my bodies weak pounding like the bass in a beat; the guards toss me back in my ceil, like I’m some rotten meat. I’m starten to fell scared but I know my Lord is strong so I got to go on in “Mans prison” sing’n my song of freedom: here they come to take me to the chopping block, they slap me in my face & they tell me to “STOP PRAISiNG GOD”, but I can’t- a true saint will never renounce Christ, for His glory I’ll lay down my life….

I take my last steps through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for I know the Lords with me during this time, I hear the chime of the church bells, I’m seeing pictures of saints that where slan before the foundations of time: I’m seeing visions of the throne room- I guess I’ll be die’n soon, for the crime of being a Christian? It’s time for my last words listen; as I tell the guards, “LET EVERY THING THAT HAS BREATH PRAISE YOU LORD”, at that same moment I felt the cold steal from a sword pierce my side; I see a vision of pearl gates…
…as I close my eye’s….