I wrote this poem after watching the movie ‘Red Tails’ which is about the Tuskegee Airman, a group of African American Fighter Pilots who flew during World War Two; the film inspired me to write this poem. I truly hope I’ve done their legacy justice. This is…

We Fight… We Fight… We Fight…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

From the moment the engine cranks, to the taxi onto the runway, they we’re faced with the challenge of succeeding in a world designed for them to fail.

From the moment that first mighty breeze lifted their wings into the atmosphere of uncertainty: to the time they flew in the face of discrimination, disrespect, & segregation.

From the moment of calm before the first shots are fired, to the pounding of the heart when they recorded their first kills; They fought… They fought… They fought….

They fought for respect, they fought for love, they fought for their families & friendships: but most of all they fought for their Country…
…They fought for us.

“From the last plane, to the last bullet, to the last man, WE FIGHT, we fight! WE FIGHT we fight! WE FIGHT!”

A Leap of faith is a poem I wrote with the intent of painting the picture of actually stepping out of your comfort zone too reach for what your believing for, trusting that when you step off the ledge, you will not fall. This is…

A Leap of Faith
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Darkness surrounds behind closed eye’s. I’m standing at the edge commanding the light to come. Girding myself up in the garments of courage, the mark of a Son, I run, & run, & run until all is still…. I feel the release from all that oppressed me: all that held me back binding my footsteps to the wrong track. But here I have no fear, no doubt, nor unbelief; I’m free to extend my wings: I’m free to reach beyond the impossible. Disregarding the bitter seeds that where sown in a young heart; I’m finally starting too live the life I dream. I’m far above the storm clouds, looking down at the fears I once halted at.

My footsteps make their imprint in the clouds, I number them one through nine, on my way too ten I drop the weights that where rooted with-in, Looking up, I see the Star’s beckoning me to ascend; Then I’m hit with ray’s of hope shooting from a freshly risen sun. I take one breath shaking off any reasonable doubt, harnessing the strength of the wind, releasing the desires given I shout, “I CAN FLY”; there’s no fear of falling, just a serene peace I’ve sought since the day I was released from the spell of the beast. I now fly amongst angels, holding conversations with constellations, and it only took one extraordinary leap….

The Martyr Chronicles PT 1: Martyr- 1. a person who willingly suffers death rather than renounce his or her religion. I wrote these short storied poems which where inspired by true events of Christians being persecuted for what they believe in, some even to the point of death. I wanted to raise awareness of the fact that there are still parts of the world where what you believe may cost you your life. This is…

‘The Trial’
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I heard “Send him in” then two men grabbed me by my bonds; they blind folded my eye’s, punched me in the jaw then said ,”prophecy”! then another swing landed on my ribs, then a shout came from one of the guardsmen, “prophecy who hit you”!

“ENOUGH”, The Judge commanded,” let’s see if he can justify himself”; a small under-breath chuckle came from the judges mouth as he awaited my response.

“SPEAK your last words you “God fearing” traitor to the system”-
“have you no defense for your actions”?

I respond in kind, each word of faith defying the order of the blind. My voice chimed this rhyme…,

“Lord I thank & I praise you for saving me, from the deceptions of sin that made me an enemy, & by the commandments that you spoke sin took occasion: but by the foolishness of preaching your know defacing those lie’s, knocking the scales from my eye’s & opening my ears so I can hear the call too the Elect gathering together your selected few, from the foundations of the World that you for knew to be found in the body of Christ predestined to walk in eternal life; ceasing from strife & envy defiling acts that sin breeds; now I walk in the spirit that God breathed upon me; a Minister of flaming fire is what I’ve been called to be testifying about the Lords glory, telling the world that Gods real, not some man made story; so repent from unrighteousness before Hell is where your sent listing to the doctrine of the vail that was ripped”….

“SILENCE HIM”, the Judge roars. Then came another blow to the cheek which mercifully put me to sleep….

” what do feelings have to do with it “? Is a quandary you might encounter when you consider how you should respond to the situations & emotional demands of life. I bless God for his word that keeps me rooted & grounded in sanity. This is…

How do I feel…
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

How do I feel… Like my whole life’s go’n a stray;
How do I feel… Like given it all up today;
How do I feel… Like throwin my soul away….

Then I hear God say…
What do feelings gotta, What do feelings gotta do with it…?

My life in a whirlwind chaotic tale-spin don’t know up from down, cycle stays course, round & round,
Friends tell me ” dig deep” but no resolve I found; Just Sit’in here frustrated sippin the tears of a clown. I hear my wonderful counselor say; Son put that glass down, you have so much to hope for you’re on the winning team Son & the score is more then you can imagine or dream, you’ve already won, I’m taking your hand in my favor you’ll stand; I’m changing your name from sorrow to champion, from stepped on to step up raise’in you up out the mire & muck; I’ve prepared a place for you at the table of the esteemed for I’ve made you to rule…
I made you a King…

How did I feel… Like my whole life’s going a stray.
How did I feel… Like given it all up today.
How did I feel… Like throwing my soul away….

Then I heard God say…
What do feelings gotta, What do feelings gotta do with It….

A moment shared between Father & Son. This is…

My Son…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

My Son lay’s his head on my chest; the rhythm of my heart beat soothes him, the timing of my breath moves him to rest. I look at the spitting image of me right before my eye’s; it’s amazing to realize how beautiful this gift is, so peaceful as he insists on using me for a pillow. I look over his features discerning which ones belong to me. I thank God for his spirit, his attitude paints a perfect picture of me at his age, my parents take pleasure when they see me chasing My Son around, they say paybacks a mother isn’t it, I just laugh & frown as I continue to chase him around: But in this moment all is at peace & a Fathers heart is full of joy looking down at my slumbering little boy. My Son, my tiny little man, lay still & dream safely in Daddy’s hands….

Abduction- Law. The illegal carrying or enticing away of a person, especially by interfering with a relationship, as the taking of a child from its parent. This is…

Abduction
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

“Back in tha day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again”….

Remembering way back when I was a child holding my pain with-in, driven to sin: a mark of one trying to fit in. Mistakes taken with a grain of salt, I remember screaming in the mirror, “IT’S YOUR FAULT”. Time taught me through harsh tasks to master my maturity: but Me is all I wanted to be. See my childhood was all good- from the outside, yet inside a little child was struggling to survive.

I went from rejection to rejection until low-self esteem became my inception, the tears I shed fell with perfection. Silent screams raptured in dreams, escaping reality through my imagination helped me build dreams worth chase’n; I wrapped them in a fist of iron to keep them protected, vowed that my life will be one respected. So much held in, misunderstood thoughts found strength in a pen; when ink mated with paper, the purging flames of desire forged the nature of a fighter.

Years went by & I’m older now, bolder now, but this world still seems colder now: I sit wishing I could find that inner child now; I’d tell him thanks for the memories, for the joy found in the midst of the storm sent to destroy; I wish I could find that little boy who sat back watching cartoons. Reminiscent thoughts lost in the view of the moon. I’m hoping that lost little boy would be found soon….

“Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore, but somedays I sit and wish”….

I only pose one question to you: What will you do with the time you’ve been given? This is…

Time Calls…
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

In life times burdens pass weights off on shoulders as fragile as glass, yet strong enough to carry the load, pushin pass the temptations to fold; felling the chill of time, winters wind blows cold, unforgiving pressures pull at my strength until I obtain an attitude that won’t quit. Time squeezes out every ounce of patients, like grapes in a winepress, feeling expectations stress: but knowing time has a great reward in store. I press through the unrest to stretch into the age that is timeless, mind less involved with Failures’ comforts, realizing discomfort comes when I begin to believe; believing that the dreams I chase are worth capturing. Factoring in time, like each word is formed into rhyme, I consider my actions. LORD teach me to number my days, I can’t spend times value away. I await the call from Time telling me to coruem daou before the sand behind the glass fades away; so I say “to Hell with all my doubts & the fears that breed them”, My time is spent capturing my dreams, even if you don’t believe in them….

To simply put it this is a prayer of desperation

Desperation
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I proceed to the throne, every weight I bare has the stench of ” alone “; I boldly come with my situations laying my burdens down, asking if you would lift my cares hearing my cries of despair. My heart bleeds as my soul pleads for your strength- I’ve come to the end of myself having done all I could do, God I need you! Bring me through, remember your Son when I call please don’t let me fall; lift me up all I need from you is one touch, one taste of your grace, just one word to erase and replace all doubt. I lay abased in humility hungry to be in your presence, your loving comfort thrusts me into complete reverence. I need you O’ God. I am desperate for you; activate the hope that lies with-in. One word of faith is all it will take to… change my life….

This is another poem from my brilliant daughter who seems to be fallowing in her dads footsteps. This is…

WHAT IS JAZZ?
by Elena Taylor

What is jazz?
Jazz is smooth
Jazz is calm
Jazz is something that has been around sense I was young
Jazz is truth
Jazz is the onething that can people can say is”flows with the grace of god”
Jazz is flowing through our life like a river that last
Jazz is important to me because it’s not like music these days.
Music these days all they talk about is losing someone and fornication. But jazz has deeper meaning to a life period
Jazz is nothing else but jazz.

In the midst of a righteous heart burns a most intense passion fueled by an unchained desire; This is…

An Authentic Desire
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I want to be in the place where peace dwells where the fruit of imputed righteousness avails where the power of God prevails where I can see beyond my circumstance beyond my feelings beyond my own reasonings this is my desire to walk with a heart of holy flame pumping the blood of an overcome through my veins I want to will to do the will of my master a servant executing the desire of my Father a Son raised in truth dedicated to spread the word that I heard with signs & wonders trailing behind the light & power of the divine….