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Eternally Bonded together soul tied thicker than layers of Leather.
I LOVE how love captures my attention with smitten intentions revealing leveled dimensions.
The Depth of LOVE is a journey with unlimited space to explore taking its possessor far above fearful flight.
This LOVE fights with ferocious intensity to be held for eternity eternally cemented in Heart & Soul.
One Spirit made whole…
The Salvation of My Soul…
WHAT WAS TAKEN…
E. LIMITLESS TAYLOR III
WHAT WAS TAKEN?
A life shining future brightening love enlightening friendships everlasting in sweet memories of times better…
I wish I had the time to meet you-
To answer the question, “is every Taylor Family?”
This one had to be…
Her smile captured for a moment remind me of how bright this World could be…
Because of laziness you where taken from-
Why? Is the question followed by how could this happen I ask when I see the State responsible…
KENTUCKY has now taken 2 from me one 17 left to hang on a tree,
“If you’ve forgotten Kentucky, her NAME WAS LUCY!”
Now, hundreds of years later, again tragedy strikes kin…
Breonna, I wept when I heard the news, but the blow didn’t resonate until the Face was placed on the news next to her 1st and last Name, “TAYLOR”…
My heart fell deeper, sinking into dispare…
Left with one question, “Does anybody care..?”
So unfair are the emotions left to wrestle with while…
The unanswered Question of, how could this have happened…?
Senseless wounds I carry;
Senless kills are buried in pain waiting on the answer to this question,
“When will it all change?”
MAKE EVERYDAY BETTER THAN YESTERDAY BY STARTING TODAY!
WE MUST CHANGE…
Waking up jumping into Me.
Strapping on the Worlds concerns.
Big Brother persuasions impact my canvas.
So I extract this blemish to begin to repaint in the shade of selfish ambition.
Sipping the Get right to focus the light observing the burdens SELFISHNESS has given.
When Gut bends this will to yield all I have, to the service of others,
Forsaking Self to reside behind shattered glass;
Mirrored Cuts scarring vision to only see a flawed giving of Self.
Let the healing begin!
How can I give what is broken?
Calling it good when the tarnished image continues to muster under surface…
This Greedy perspective of doing to be seen winning onlookers praise…
This is unhealthy, appearing to be benevolent when it’s only SELFISH EGO I feed starving the needs of my true SELF…
Let me reverse this outlook turning it inward facing the despicable truths of a wounded character-
Activating the urge of applause,
Time to gather SELF!
Bringing into mind the desire, the will, to find the real SELF untangled from the false images presented.
Time to invest in this-
New Age SELFISHNESS…
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A CALL TOO HOPE, AGAIN…
Ghost like footsteps towards new heights floating amongst cloudless vision;
Blue Sky Horizons seen with every decision pasted to Time-
Imprinting thoughts stamping
-Second’s passing with meaning.
This is the State of Dreaming:
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DAYS BEHIND ME…
Some moments blend in with the thoughts of Today.
Remembering times before the unrest-
Still issues buried, for, most struggles where none outside of Self…
Things have changed where the hidden have no shade to duck away from.
Now you can’t take your eyes from the proof…
Things have to Change!
-as they should to perpetuate growth, change is a constant.
A daily envelope of Hope sent to give notice;
Yesterday is a page to be read.
Learn from words written upon its bruised pages…
LEARN from the Days before to rightly build the path through Today.
Must find our Way…
We Must find a way…
At Times I think of the damaging; Encouraging; Weakening; Strengthening Power of the words we use towards the future we are grooming…
Reflecting on this Reflection in front of Eye
I spied into the abyss of this Darkness.
The Deep speaks of hidden treasures I reach up to grasp at last!
Then I look back at the trail left from this pursuit.
Ripped ground left behind focusing-
On breaking ground with a tarnished Hero logo..?
While feelings feel empty-
This Victory is Pyrrhic at best;
How could I have-
Woken from this night terror.
Fighting to cast these razor edge remarks asunder in the flames of yesterday.
I look at my little Kings resting in the morning dawn,
I stand reflecting on the reflection I desire not to shape.
So I reset my mindset with the rising of the new…
I Grow Up…
I want too ask…
I want to hear the nightmares you hold under lock and key…
Too ask would mean your worst nightmare’s revisited…
The Sorrows of a War Veteran may never be heard-
They are felt everyday pain from wounds deeper than bone marrow;
So I remain silent-
Question’s in my mind surrcome to violence felt decades old.
I wish for the healing of damaged Souls told to Fight.
Sworn to defend Family, Friend, & Country…
They’re Different now…
If shown or hidden from vision WE feel you.
I would go into what I think you have seen-
I halt my advances of Questions & Concerns when I realized the Burns on memory.
I realize my questioning is bringing Salt to wound,
So silent I stay…
But I can’t help to notice the DIFFERENCE between the civilian peace I enjoy at the expense of the horror of being deployed.
A domain I hope I never see,
But it seems War takes many forms on many fronts.
Calling All Soldiers to action.
I pray the heeling of the souls broken in Fractions…