Hope you’ve had a great 4th of July everyone, This poem was inspired by the beautiful day I enjoyed with my family; This is…

Create a Day
Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Each morning brings a new canvas to paint so I think that this day will display all that my God has created the soft subtle breeze the lushes clouds that lie in a brilliant blue ski, snow kissed mountain peaks peek through the soft haze, trees reaching towards the sun wishing to be kissed by one blessed ray of glory, this portrait tells a story of the glory of my Awesome King, painted on this canvas are the smiles of many driven by the elusive sun to run to a place where it can cares their faces as they taste the day. I wish I could stay in this place this perfectly detailed portrait so lit with joy, for this day was painted for me to see that all things have their time, I thank God that this day has been declared as mine. Looking over the contrasting coolness of each wave I feel saved from the stresses that clouded my sight: I feel far from the fears that caused me fright. This day has been framed in memory. This day that was painted just for me….

There is a place in the absence of sound where we are met with a most peculiar opportunity for self evaluation & self discovery. This is…

Moments of Silence
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

A moment of silence the calm before the storm, the space between abstract & norm, the void betwixt the breaths of anxieties pulse, the lull in time & space where the whispers of the sub-conscience congregate. A moment of silence taken to grieve; A moment to ponder on what one believes. The place where God holds the courts of truth, the moment where one reflex on the time as a youth.

A moment of silence a moment of peace the moment where all cares fall as an autumn leaf. A moment in the beauty of harmonious serenity; the place where one finds an undefined ability to overcome all odds.

A moment when one takes time to search the depths of the soul. The silent moments where inspiration voices its commands bringing life to plan. A moment of silence where tears are gathered in memories time capsule, emotions boxed in silent castles, refusing to be announced.

It is said that “silence is golden”, if that be the case, let us take a moment to discover the many treasures Silence is holden….

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. 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. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. (Genesis 1:1-3 KJV)

Birth of spoken word
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Gross darkness ruled the realm; movement rendered num & motionless emotions missed this soulless abyss; this unlit canvas, this formless void; like soil awaiting the arrival of seed it rests purposeless; this darkness, this empty space full of life it contained, waiting for the day preordained; its day promised its desire to fulfill thought admonished by imagination breathing with intent awaiting illumination of expectation: then came the exhale of change…. What preceded next was the first commandment to creation. Forth came the words that set picture into frame words that began all, seen & unseen, words orchestrated in thought then spoken to the deep… LET THERE BE LIGHT…
These Words no-longer hidden spoken words etched into history as it is written… & there was Light & God saw the light, that it was good….

We who believe must continue through the trial’s & opposition’s that life brings. Trusting in God who gave us the grace-full ability to clinch our hands around victory: that is our faith which overcomes the world, this is what we must hold on to. Until our…

Journeys End

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

blood veins flow hope exchanged, from prison chains to free mind changed,

Rearranged sight towards the horizon shining with the fresh ray’s of day break;

My fate’s far from fake wishes, waved the past goodbye blowing anointed kisses.

My expectation doubt misses, my eyes are focused on the line where my faith finishes,

All words are loaded potent & powerful enough to effect change,

With-in the hour watch me tower over opposition standing victorious praising He who glorified us;

I pursue with more trust towards vision invested in the promise of greatness achieving all that was believed,

Watching the growth of faith planted seeds, reaping harvest,

Oh! How my soul starved for this moment shifted in a blink of an eye.

I rise from dust to beyond the sky shaking the foundations of heaven my cry;

Cries pour out tears from fountains overcome with desire fulfilled,

Thrilled tones, open the heart to receive honor, purpose, & dreams, returning to a popper turned King;

Swing with consistent motion rolling with the wind in step on this journey,

Till Heavens end….

Revival- restoration to life, consciousness, vigor, & strength. From a life changing word to a life igniting breath came a life defining moment; This is…

REVIVALBy Limitless

Breath In…
Breath out…
Air exchanges as my eyes unlock to see the new,
Refreshed, I arise from death,
My soul captured in life, my spirit climbing to new highest,
Highest I’ve never known,
Never have I been exposed to this,
This endless,
Indescribable, incredible, & immeasurable flow,
I dive in faith first into grace; through his death, I am absorbed into His life,
…Christ…
Anointed breaths are exchanged as my praises depart from my soul every weight of shame…
Breath in…
Breath out…
Breath In…
In this life, I shall never be separated from I AM for I am Gods Son.
In this life,
Life,
Has begun…

“But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.” -(Rom 7:24) There is a war going on in your mind; a battle between good & evil, righteousness & Sin But the Victory is yours… As soon as you awake to the realization that the fight is to believe Gods word & the one whom he has sent to dispense his grace unto you, until then, your time in the reality of mediocrity will keep on…

TICKING AWAY

by Edward (the Limitless Poet) Taylor III

Time ticking away, bitterness pining at my day, exposing cracks of unresolved frustration & decay…

Time ticking away…

Eye’s bloodshot soaked with tears, glazed over with the cloak of depression;

If I knew the purpose it might relieve the pressure off my surface…

Time ticking away…

Worthless my efforts seem only if time I could redeem:

Only if I could open my chest & let my heart scream,

…HELP ME…

Would my cries be heard? or would tears drop like acid rain corroding all hope?

Time ticking away…

My futures in the distance, will someone teach me how to bring it into today,

To make it alive, to dispel the self lies…

“you can’t make it”

“you’ll fail”

Let the truth in me reply…

GO TO HELL;

Time ticking away…

The brightness of morning marks a new day;

Self speaks with truth language, gloom evaporates away & the showers of night lift;

A multicolored sign of promise bows in the sky, with hope renewed,

I now have strength to pursue & pursue I must cause…

time

is

still

ticking…

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…

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…

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: ( Matt 7:7) We have entered into the seeking season & this is my prayer; MY LORD…

I Need to Know

I will to know of he who cloaked me in his love, to know of the spirit free to soar above all names;

I need to know the king who reigns in all domains, I need to know, I need the revelation –

I need my revelation of you for me to see your everlasting power & strength you reign with to grip my salvation;

Never erasing who you made me to be, see this is my plea, please greet me with the light of your word,

Enlighten my eye’s of understanding,

I AM –

Standing with open arms…

Once we where in the bonds of a guilty conscience, once our past sin’s choked any hope of freedom: But now our way of escape has come; (Rom 8:1) There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

Prison of Vanity

by Edward Taylor III

I had a dream I was crashing into moments, blinded by the glare of memories;

Misdirected missteps led me to a void of emptiness,

In this, existed dreams which became toys of affectionate wishes.

Here – vision groaned for an exorcism out of vanities prison, with bloody finger nails creativity clawed at the wall of deceptive reality,

Painful memories & fearful moments bind the mind leaving it blind, Subdued by consistent doses of disappointment,

Until original purpose & intent became merely faint voices in the distant wind;

Here dominant are the figments of the imagination, which offer fragments of dis-eases…

A sudden shout grips my ear,

“WAKE-UP!”

“Grab my hand & I’ll lead you out!”

Grace grips my hand resurrecting hope, faith opens the prison gates, my footsteps pound the past I swiftly forsake,

As I exit through the gates of condemnation the mark of bondage is suddenly erased by one word forgiven…

I had a dream I was living in purpose, a King drinking from the fountain of life, having escaped the corruption of memory, free from the bondage of who I used to be…

(Jam 1:25) But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.

LIBERTY
by Edward Taylor III

I never knew I would’ve made it through with so much in
front of me still yet to do.

Oh LORD you know the time & the season, when I’ll find myself in front of the door, open to limitless possibilities;

I’ll go in this time having received liberty to walk free, a prince
sitting among princes I’ve been made to be.

The LORD caused me to stand still when I would’ve retreated, By Gods provision I found what I needed,

The past I feared – I’m no longer doomed to repeat it;

The enemies that besieged me are now defeated.

Through all my trials Gods seed still remains, through struggles,
heart ache, & pain…

God showed me the difference between that which endures and that which is vain,

Nolonger carrying the shame of my history I’m now able
to walk in Gods liberty;

Liberated to walk as Gods holy flame a meek minister speaking the truth that breaks the chains;

By love God removed frustration –
Now I’m free to reach my finish line destination;

Walk with me that you may taste & see how sweet is this
glories l i b e r t y…