Month: September 2013

Sometimes life can get so crazy that it seems to be one big circus- well if that happens to be the case, then let me take center spot light shining for all to see. This is…

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The Circus

by LIMITLESS 

Looking at life from a different angle

I begin to untangle the blinding darkness seeing clearly that we all perform

for the approval of the usual suspects

peer pressure is used to test ya

finding out if you have what it takes with-in

to tight rope upon yarn paper-thin

struggling to cross the abyss of nothingness with soul in tact

maintaining a

professional act

trying to track the footsteps of who you are catching up with the real you so the void in life can

be filled by truth

answering the quest

“is God real?”

in you this riddle is fulfilled now you begin to build the

stature of a Ring Master

biding all too come see the fruit from a righteous tree

willingly eye’s become open to

see that life is a circus we all perform in where paupers become Kings seeking for a standing ovation….

A fight, battle, or struggle, especially a prolonged struggle; strife. This is…

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CONFLICT
by LIMITLESS

So,

broken with-in brainwaves battle riddled from frustrating inner arguments

and

dark visuals, nightmares, & dream killing missiles

words

sown by unbelievers

took root in pure soil defiling sweet imaginations changing them from close to heart

now

far in the dark

restless

agitated

seeking the light of hopes come to truth

fighting to hold what so-called

reality

tries to cut loose

starving the thoughts of

whats the use

remembering why I cling to dreams

struggling to enter into my desire

the

promise of purpose fulfilled

choosing not to yield

pushing

until victory is sealed

eternally resting undefeated

praising the one who bled for my

success

guaranteed

agreement signature written

in

red

 the price of blood shed

the reason why in this conflict

I

re-sighting why

I can’t lose….

Looking back over most of my adult life I realized that to strive for perfection is a reachable goal; what perfection means, too me, is that you have abtained the realization that who you are is perfectly fine and that all you do, how you do, and why you do is what makes you, You- the essence of perfection. This is…

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WHO SAID?
By LIMITLESS

Who said you’re not perfect?

Who said you weren’t worth it?

Every imperfection seen by eye’s, which peer upon the looking-glass, failing to see perfection in seeming flaws,

God created,

Life from imaginations bare essence creating a being so complex it views every misstep with the bitterness of regret

Due to a vision clouded by ranted eye’s which will never realize their own perfection,

Even though the mirror faithfully teaches the lesson,

“you are beautiful”

You are, in all your flaws,

Perfection….

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LIKE A VAPOR
By LIMITLESS

It was in my hands….

I was so close…,

…I held it, felt it, it was as tangible as cold steal in hand;

Tight knit in grip speaking to me like a branded strap on wrist.

I remember speaking, “I need this.”

This place where dreams rest in the arms of hope;

A place where Soul speaks liberties quotes-

I was so close to what I paid for in one million drops of blood,

Two billion pints of sweat,

& two trillion buckets of tears–

I gave EVERYTHING FOR MY DREAM…,

EVERY-THING…

… I was so close-

It was in my hands….

THIS POEM IS A STRUGGLE TO MAKE A DECISION TO REACH FOR THE LIME LIGHT OR WAIT FOR THE RISING OF A STAR, THIS IS…

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Split Decision

By LIMITLESS

My thinking sinking into a place I wonder while I wander through times blank spaces asking Self, “Is this what you want?”

A question stemming from wishful soil as I count-up the cost of fames enticement

A glorious place coveted by those who peer from a blinding distance

“Do I want this life?” I ask

A life living from stage to stage;

The looks of an exciting life style making a living from a captured freestyle

Blowing up like Slim Shady in ‘8th MILE’,

“Is this life full of parties, V.I.P status, fine jewelry, & the finest things or is this just what is seen?”

Thinking what is the real story to those who arrive at Glory

“Can I survive the trail that comes with a success story?”

“How bad do I want my own glory story or does this method of questioning speak of whats really stressing me?”

Thoughts breathing, “Can I do this?”

Soul speaking truth, “your real treasure lies in Me so what’s it gonna be?”

Wow, reality kicks like a shot to the ribs as these thoughts sink in,”Man, you have a family to provide for can you leave for

a six month tour?” Self asking, “which reality do you love more; the fantasy or a dream become reality; what really are you asking me…?