Author: taylorspoetrycorner

I have a passion for Life and Poetry, which is why I pour so much into what I write. My hopes are as I go through life and document Life, Adventure, and Desires through poetry. I hope that whoever ventures on to Taylor's Poetry Corner will be uplifted and inspired to live and enjoy Life, for All it brings.... I am a SURGE365 Member www.hopetrips.com and a VORTEX promoter ( Discount Travel booking site). I am now offering those who follow Taylor's Poetry Corner the opportunity to see the beauty and diversity of this great World we share. Follow the provide links for more information and ENJOY YOUR DREAM TRIPS

1 Thessalonians 1:3 “Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labour of love, and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ,” This is…

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Labor of Love…
By LIMITLESS

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work, in the darkness, who sees?

No man knows his intent, his eye’s only focused on what he shall present.

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work, in the darkness, who sees?

His intense purpose displayed in detail, formed in thoughts, spoken through pangs and travail.

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work,

UNTIL,

the light is shown from the morning sun, the Craftsman smiles for his work is done;

he thinks upon his labor in the dark; labor performed amongst lashing tongues dripping venomous words of doubt– as if it where a blood sport.

He remembers the care and sacrifice mingled with his deed;

Now all can see the fruits of the labor he loves, adorned in what he believed…

He say’s with a smile,

“LORD, Now they can finally see ME.”

A reply is given with the sincerity of a loving Father,

“Now Arise and shine my Son for the glory of the Lord has risen upon thee”….

I strive to get better at apprehending my dreams until the day I step upon the firmament off my…

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Platform
By LIMITLESS

I Shelter my mind from intruding

suggestions that would divert my path

to perfection taking every point of

correction that my established taste

may dine on the buffet of grace I chase

the appetitie of the higher until it

becomes my driving desire surging

through my veins the fire of a fighter

passing weights off that my footsteps

be lighter than the history forbidding me

from seeking for the speed of the

Limitless frequency….

Gens 1:2 “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.” This is…

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Exordium
By LIMITLESS

In The beginning God created anything and everything. From the construction of thought came the essence of the unseen, any and everything came to being.

Light sprang from heart, mind, breath leaping into the abyss bursting into diamond shards frozen in the gaze of eternity.

Heaven received its foundations, Earth was set in its place, then the spirit of God moved over its un-sculptured face. Gods canvas began to take shape: the King of Heaven establishes his Gates.

The essence of life then gave birth to the seed of imagination creating ground pregnant with intent, intending on demonstrating the power of Word sent.

In the beginning of anything and everything time stood bordered by Moon and Sun, Exordium- the beginning of any and everything, day one…

Gen 1:5- “And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.” This is…

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The Birth of Day
By LIMITLESS

The Morning Sky is blown open by an epic sunrise. Groaning’s are heard as creation awakens to a subtle wind breathing.

A pink lite sky explodes into a brilliant orange gleaming with the pureness of day break, dreams faint, fading into memory.

I’ve been ready to see this day, my light shining in an awesome display, finally seeing the fruit of my labor,

When all work was done in the depth of darkness, when the Sun laid hidden away, participating in the making of creation, when prayers where loosed in my darkest moments;

Desire joined with hope giving focus to faith. Now soul stands with open arms, reaching for the dusk at the cusp of a warm embrace….

Gen 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. This is…

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I Have to Get Back…
By LIMITLESS

Shoulder pains, feeling the burden of sudden change. Birth canal opens to purpose banging on the door.

Explosions of light consuming the shadows of a life I remember no more,

Struggling, trying to fit an Earth size dream through the volume of a pen hole.

My Eye’s holdfast to the light that beckons me forward.

It’s a press!

Fighting to fit the form of an ancient breath; pressing in remembrance of the paradise my soul left.

I have to get back to my oasis, back to it’s luscious habitat, back to where God showed me the course of my tracks,

Before I departed from him, living a life separated from the Christ with-in.

I have to get back to paradise, back too my throne,

back to…,

back to the place that I once called home;

I have too…!

Get back….

If I could ever define the reason why I write, I could only say, this is…

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MY DREAM
By LIMITLESS

I, dream to be on stages proclaiming Gods praises speaking words that evoke change, this is what I endorse, bringing reconciliation to aspirations once divorced.

I, dream of writing portraits, pictures painted upon the canvas of the heart, masterpieces worthy of Pulitzer Prize recognition, bringing healing to hearts that received corrupting incisions.

I, dream of poems full of wisdom, encouragement, and instruction; bridging the gap between what’s naturally seen reaching Heavens junction.

I, dream of my gifting in its perfection providing shelter for souls needing protection manifesting Christ to those who seek life.

I, dream of my children’s children rehearsing my words, seeing my heart, and inhaling every word learning life through my lessons pushing them to greater highest.

I, dream of a place where I AM free, Freewriting my path brainstorming my
imagination-station, the factory where these words are framed.

I, dream of a life without want or need, where everything is supplied by the Gospel I believe.

I, dream of works published, works that will stand the test of time long after my transition through space and time.

These are things I hold close to chest hoping to see them manifest before my last breath….

A Lie- a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. A Truth- honesty; integrity; truthfulness.

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Mortal Enemies
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Shadows flee from the hum of light ignited,

Fiery flames reach into the abyss of darkness spreading star dust,

Ambers brush across the horizon.

Soul awakens: rising, reaching, climbing out of hypocrisies tar-pit, thirsty for light, desperate for life;

Longing for the truth that cuts like a double edged sword, blind eye’s open, star gazing,

Illuminated vision forcing division…

Lies and Truth–

mingle not…!

PAIN- Mental or emotional suffering or torment. This is…

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PAIN
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Emotions range from distorted images in the mind,

Finding a rational grip on the ledge it climbs,

Setting goals too grab hold of the reasonings emotions breed from,

We too run,

Attempting to make it through cloudy venues; trying to find the opposite place to hide face from the bitter emotions and there addictive taste.

Some find shelter in a bottle of hopelessness,

Others fly high struggling to stay above the emotional storm that rages, rattling cages, ripping the foundation from under houses built upon lies,

Uncovering what was kept with-in self, treasures of darkness, a prisoners wealth,

Discovered by the light that shines through the ebony vail pressing through the fires of Hell,

Reaping the spoils of war, forgetting the emotions that haunted a life torn from the–

PAIN…

“After this I looked, and, behold, a door was opened in heaven: and the first voice which I heard was as it were of a trumpet talking with me; which said, Come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter.” (Revelation 4:1)

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COME UP HERE
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Who knew the new would be so cool, realizing the real piercing past what I feel, hearing the call to open up what’s been sealed.

I’d be crazy too dismiss my breakthrough sweeping in so graceful leaving me thankful for my stand.

In this brand-new reality my decision making is creating creative thoughts, shaping my world with precision;

Raising the bar too new dimensions. Watching my thoughts influence the world around.

Words unbound flow from the throne of the perfect, written on your heart the ingredients for a fresh start.

Spoken words of freedom, keys to the Kingdom my soul cried, “I NEED THEM”,

A voice of instruction shattered the silence of thought, speaking,

“Heed then the commandment breathed in your ear, harken to the call to, “COME UP HERE” that you may perceive what liberated eye’s behold”….

In your darkest time where it seems like nothing else can motivate you forward, not even a hope for you too cling to, it is in that time you receive an enormous strength to push forward from a voice inside you, seeming to come from out of nowhere, to remind you of your expected end. This is…

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A Still Small Voice
By LIMITLESS

My vision dims looking down the barrel of a dark tunnel, seeking for the light at the end.

Footsteps I count as the waves of the past wash them out, behind I find nothing that attracts my focus- “so this is the path to my dreams”? I ask myself.

The ground I walk on is covered in broken promises, which pierce my blistered skin like shards of glass under foot.

My blood and sweat testify of a determined heart, yet, in this darkness the temptation to part from path beckons me the more.

I was so sure, when I awoke from a fantastical epiphany, that everything would be so easy.

Oh my breath is wheezy, my chest heavy with the weight of my desire.

A tear falls becoming lost to the flames of my heart, evaporating my burdens into the budding sky, where my dreams lie.

Wishing I could fly to the end of this journey, but for this path I have been named worthy too walk the tracks of my future, shaping it with every step,

Hope keeps my soul far from death and yet I see no light at the end,

Then I hear a voice, which sparks an explosion, consuming the fumes of doubt in its brightness.

It speaks these sweet words softly to my soul, “continue to walk for you shall reap the blessings of your heart, if you faint not”….