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

Here’s the last of the Freetyping Series (for now) this poem I wrote to the music of K’naans -Waving Flag, This is…

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Heart of a Pathfinder

by Edward ( The LIMITLESS POET) Taylor III

Fighting tears back looking at the rough road to be sawn,
in the midst of frustration craven for my freedom;
Seen them roads of glory waiting for history to record my story,
For the kingdom I advance beyond my present circumstance.
I bandage my wounds, gird up myself like a King, a Warrior, a Kingdom Soldier; my freedom awaits when I run through the new worlds gates to partake of the divine in this present time;
Victory is mine, no longer blind to the strength that’s given, a conqueror abides in my veins;
Praying to receive the revelation that I am more than what this world dictates to me, in vain,
Call me profane to the Law, ripped it from my breath with Kingdom claws…
Now I see the reward & I pause… realizing I’ve been chosen to walk this path,
A path I plow in faith never looking back… Never looking back…

The freetyping series continues with a poem I wrote to music from the artist Goapale-“Closer”, This is…

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NIGHT VISION

by Edward (LIMITLESS) Taylor III

Closer & closer to my dreams it seems every step means newness, as I go through this journey, I learn thee principles of life experiencing lessons through my struggles… Right?

So at night under the shade of closed eyelids the mind screen plays & hours turn into days… This dreamscape is vivid, as I look back, I could have sworn I lived it; My hope so close I clinched it, holding it in hand I stand in path picturing life “on-demand”, calling out to the darkness & deep commanding it by the power of speech…

…Calling it what I want it to be,though it seems contrary, my fears I bury, stepping out on a ledge to grasp passion, fruit that shall remain standing atop my legacy unashamed… Righteous!

This is the fourth poem in the freetyping series written to The Roots song “you got me”, This is…

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INSPIRATIONS’ EMBRACE

by Edward (Witness the Limitless poet) Taylor III

Watchin’ the wind embrace elegant faces, when the past flashed me back, like a Kodak moment,

I was frozen in time brought back to the dream in mind, like it was a crime scene,

The scene was laid with faces once known from a past once known, so I switched to C.S.I vision got dialed in & focused –
What was reveled only God knows this, so I chose this beat to mix O2 with B.P. letting the keyboard catch fire to produce heat;
Only if you could see the flames from a brain caught up in heavenly moments,
Moments that are hard to explain if you’ve never been there, captured in his presence without a care…

freetyping series, written to mali Music- Deep Blood Red, This is…

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KINGDOMS GATE

by Edward Taylor III

keying the keyboard with finger strokes, like piano keys playing melody’s, I see the beginning of my latter days, flushed with the latter rain;

No more pain, for I have gained my crown in this striving… Fighting… Fighting to enter into the rest of Christ.

My King has come in all glory & splendor, I bow down in complete surrender, my heart crying,

” LORD WHAT SHALL I RENDER,”

I am transformed, in an instant, into the image of son. The sun rises bringing the warmth of comforting grace, this place…

…I’ve dreamed this place…

Row’s of flowers that blow with the sway of the wind, The Spirit filled this field I navigate in, I walk knowing that this…

…This is a place I will never forsake…

The wonder & serenity of Kingdoms Gate…

This is the second poem in the series, I wrote this to Sades’ King of sarrow this is…

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A Moment in thought

by Edward (Flowx10) Taylor III

I lay my head down in a pool of emotion my tears add to the mixture of sorrows potion, coastin’ through dreams of pain trying to gain more grip on reality but I keep slipping in to tragedy,

I awake glad to see another day, another day to hope, so I quote my expectations, passion ragein’, THERE’S GOT TO BE MORE… to life then just maintainin’.

My thoughts framed in fighting to breakout into this endless flow of life…

Streaming my heart song I hope my souls strong enough to pass this test, I pause to catch breath, then onward with word in heart I shall not depart Gods ways.

So I phrase my decree of victory.

Looking around I see new friends but… The old can’t be found, so loneliness closes in but regret is quickly abandoned, I realize, I have more than a brother cause christ I stand in

…SO…

Whether I go it alone or soldiers stand with me I still inhabit victory, though you can’t see, the Kingdom is found in me.

My, styles free from past sins never to be visited again. Can you say the same; can you walk away from the mirror of shame & let that old man evaporate in flame???

These next series of poems are my version of freestyle, I call it freetyping, I wrote what came to mind in that moment, here’s the first with a little editing, This is…

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UNLAWFUL
by Edward (Flowx10) Taylor III

Patience held in contempt waiting for grace to hit. Mind now exposed to limitless favor ears captured by words…

…Nature changer…,

Mindsets shatter like glass…

…Truth blast,

NOW seed can grow like refreshed spring grass; AT LAST, hear the sound of chains dropping to ground, legs unbound,

feel… feel…

FEEL…

Blood rushing to ground, flowing to wrist, my lungs never tasted freedom like this.

Unrestricted vocals lash out in shout, eyes overloaded with joyful tears, crowns fall in worship as Kings kneel down,

…FREE AT LAST…

Shatters the shroud & rips the Vail, blindness is removed as glory shines through,

The LAMB was slain for sins that where mine, fulfilling the shadow leaving it cursed to a tree…

…HE FREED ME…

An unlawful abiding citizen…

This is My tribute to the Great Lady Vanessa L. Waller: a Teacher, a Counselor, a Mother, a Friend & a one of a kind First Lady. This is…

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Butterfly Fly
by Edward( Flow x 10) Taylor III

Beauty unfolds before creation, breath halted, caught in amazement, moments frozen by picture’s taken emotions overtaken by Beauty; white wings unfold, veins flow with fire, muscle’s receive strength, eye catches glimpse of unfolding beauty.

A stretch in the wind as beautiful colors thicken, life begins, bright eye’s widen, tears fall when grace takes flight, then praise ignites, love excites; 47 wing strokes take Beauty to highest only seen in scripture quotes;

Now out of view, true, But Beauties flight continues. So know that Beauty is forever with you, in a unique places you can even touch Beauties face, so place your faith in the arms of the King & be comforted, for in your purpose you can hear Gods beautiful Butterfly sing…

We love you Lady Vanessa (R.I.P) & love to the Waller & Jackson family.

“I sit and ponder the things God has set before me and I wonder, is it all a dream, could this be what I’ve been waiting for or is it Gods way of saying well done my daughter? I don’t regret what I’ve been through because it brought me thus far. Only by Him we can survive in this world, with others, with our families, as well as with each other.” – Angel T. We survive & thrive by the grace of God, EVEN in our times of weakness, HE is the garment we exchange for the…

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SPIRIT OF HEAVINESS
By Edward Taylor III

Feeling like a rock waves beat upon my heart has not strength to sing an encouraging song; My thoughts roll on as the wind blows, only God knows the end of me, an end that is often hard to see;

Like blue sky peeking through gray clouds I see glimpses: but Lord is this the future you have for me? My foot steps frozen in uncertainty, which way do I go Lord,
light my path so I’ll know.
Lord can I rise up to the standards of others, to be elevated with my sisters and brothers, or shall I remain a weak link in a strong chain resisting the urge to break? Lord reveal am I real or am I fake… Lord let me be real, a tree planted by still waters rooted deep in security.
This rock can brave any wave or gust of wind. With my foundation sure, I’m sure I’ll be able to endure, As I turn to the next page of my life let Me be found grounded in the love of Christ.

I wrote this poem to provoke you to think about how effective are your methods of discipline, now don’t get me wrong I use physical discipline to, when it’s needed, but whats the use if there is no teaching before after the act. To beat a child physically or verbally, just because your frustrated, pissed off, & angry is “in my mind” that’s borderline abuse if not full-on, I know that this is a touchy subject that is very subjective that is why I ask that YOU examine your own methods & come to the conclusion yourself where is the line between…

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Discipline vs. Abuse

By Edward Taylor III

…SSSSWWWAAAPPP…

The sound of the belt ricochet’s throughout the house;

The shout of “Do what I say nigga!”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

Takes me back through my blood line to a meeting with my ancestors to hear those same words,

“Do what I say nigger!”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

Then I’m brought back to today to hear the belt…

I mean whip… or is it belt…? Crack the air once again;

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

This time the screams from a grown man are heard, looking up from the cotton field I see a naked man bound by iron,

I feel for him…

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

“Do what I say nigga!” shouts are repeated,

I guess this is the best way to teach them… right?

“This Nigger’s got to learn to do what he’s told.”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

“BOY! You gonna learn to do what I say!”

Man I wish the border between discipline & abuse was clearly seen, so we can raise men & women without the malicious poison of mean,

These are our sons & daughters, generations which will remember us long after the world has forgotten our names.

Ask yourself parent “How can I change this?” the next time you reach for your whip… I mean belt… or is it whip…? To correct Your child or is it to break your slave?

Your sons & daughters or… Are they Niggas, more properly Niggers;

Let’s as parents not redo what’s already been done, can’t you hear the cries of your young one?

“Teach me!!!”

“With love…”

Wash Me O,LORD in the shower of your grace. Let me gain patience in the testing space of faith; that after your will is done my promise may come, I stand waiting, craving for My…

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Tipping Season

by Edward Taylor III

I pour my dreams into the soul of the ink; pen caresses paper & I sink into timeless space, my mind blinks still photo’s link the past to present with future glimpses, creating His-story.

Mingled in this caldron of emotion are vision’s of an appointed time, where grace imparted faith tips the scales like added weights;

Drip…

Drop…

Drip…

Drops sprinkle my face, like fresh rain to a wilting rose, now glowing with expectation, My eye’s excite at the tilting of vessel’s containing favors fresh milk, my arms extend to receive a long-awaited embrace, my dry mouth longing for the taste of life, the taste light.

Stream’s begin to flow from the overhead container this begins the division between lack & fulfilment with perfection being the remainder; no reminding residue of the sin conscious mind – clear of any variableness of shadow.

That old man of the flesh has gasped his last breath in sins death. I begin to live, boasting the sovereign power of my king, I stand under his downpour thirsty no more…