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The Twelve Roses of tragedy is a poem I wrote after being inspired by the heart wrenching film ‘For Colored Girls’; the drama, raw emotion, & poetry in that film stirred up my creative juices moving me to write something that captured that same raw emotional essence, this is the result. This poem is meant for mature readers only. If you are easily offended by shrewd language & content you might want to skip this post. This is raw and uncut; you’ve been warned. If you like it please leave me a comment too let me know what you thought thank you for reading. This is…

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The Twelve Roses of Tragedy
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I see you Sista, red eyed, eye’s full of tears & sorrow.

I hear your despair as you tell your story.

“This nigga had the audacity, after all that BULLSHIT, to send some damn roses”, she said as she gazed at the roses in disgust, Her thoughts running in a chaotic fuss. She mulled over the representation of each one.

I suppose the first represents how I got swindled by his charismatic penis; seduced into giving up the gift I had preserved for my honeymoon.

The second rose must be for the time, after the tenth time, when I found out He was ten years married…

That BASTARD!

The third one must be the barer of his apologies; His, “I’m sorry baby”; His, “I’ll leave her next month baby”, and don’t let me forget this classic, “just be patient baby this is hard for me”,

NERGO PLEASE…

I’ll never forget the way I fell to my knees when you said, “I’m sorry baby but that’s not my baby”….

The fourth has too be for when I took him back after he said to me, “Baby please, my wife just left me after She found out about our two year old son”

– “Man I must have wanted some bbbaaaddd to have taken his dumb-ass back.”

The Fifth one is kinda for the time you slapped me sooo hard I went blind for 12 seconds- right…?

Thats all I can remember…?!

Damn….

Six…

hmmm…

OH YEAH I know.

Six must be for after that day when my cousins found you & them size twelves pounded you; settling the score when they nearly drowned you…,

you dirty prick!

Seven must be for Deven- the only man who made me believe there is a God in Heaven; He made me believe that good men DO exist.

Eight… Eight is for the eighty eight tears I shed in the E.R. waiting room, while the Doctors tried to sow up Devens exit wounds left by your bullets.

YOU MURDER!!!

Nine is for the nine months Deven & I had before you ended our time, I can still see the muzzle flashes left by your nine…

I hope you rot in Hell!

I’m glad you got life with no hope for parol. Now it’s time for the healing of my soul.

Ten simply represents the end of this vicious cycle.

Well on too Eleven..,

Eleven has gotta be for the eleven days you have left before they threw the switch;

You gasped your last breath-

I hope you see me starring at you smiling on the other side of this glass.

Twelve roses where waiting for me when I returned home that day.

1st I was stuck, frozen, when I read your last apologetic token.

It read, “I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. I’m so sorry for the hurt & the loss you must’ve felt or may be still feeling. This is my last request, Please forgive me for what I’ve done & please tell our son-

“blah blah blah”….

I saw you Sista, red eyed, tears full of sorrow; I saw your despair. I heard the vexation of your soul when you said,

“I can’t believe he had the audacity to send me some damn roses”…

“Ain’t that some shit”….

“He’s/or she’s a BEAST” is a term I hear all to frequently normally attributed to one that shows an act of complete dominance in an area: However we Have forgotten that it was a fallen angel in the form of a serpent; a subtle beast with an angelic essence dripping from it’s poisonous tongue. Delivering truth suppressant’s that defiled the ideal definition of true good: darkening the knowledge of man, the light we no-longer understand, thus Man became Fallen Man. The first victim of Reality Theft is now left with the fading memories of a paradise lost. He now tells his story. This is…

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Faded Glory
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

How shall I begin…? Let’s see… I know! Take heed, don’t ignore me this is the story of faded glory. It started out like any other day in the garden, I spoke my orders & creation would obey. Giving creatures a title was my On the Job Training; then I’d walk with God in the cool of the day. But this day was different, it’s like my hearts desire spoke & my imagination listened, next thing I know… I’m asleep; when I awoke I scoped my vision. This is Woman, for she came from my wound. My desire became her desire which consumed us both; turning us from welcomed friends to casted out enemies- For little did I know- in the shadows loomed a serpent equipped with a plan to entice Man with the very thing God restrained him from- LORD THE WOMAN YOU GAVE ME- & so I bit, hoping the vision of new dimensions would begin to exist: But instead my eyes grew dark, as if the light in them quickly departed; I looked at that Woman unable to understand what my eyes perceived, the shame of our nakedness…

…we tried to retrieve the Glory that clothed us, but our garments became Ichabod, we tried to cover our shame by sewing fig leaves then the cool of the day came. I crouched low, like a beast, but my judgement still found me; I even tried to pass the buck but still ended up stuck with the blame. Our glory has faded our sin exchanged it; it departed from me- all because of THAT Serpent enticing THAT Woman you gave me…
MAN…! Now with the sweat of my brow I slave away the memories made before time became a value: before the onset of decay. I’ll never forget the day I stopped living: the day I stopped spiritually existing, or that split second of rebellion- how can I tell my children I failed them- I died inside the moment I held them, knowing their days where numbered. So I tell you this Enoch in case God comes to you in the cool of the day. Heed your elder don’t let your glory fade away….

Dream- a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. This is…

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Dream Walker
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Here comes the resolution to the pains & sufferings that disillusioned my vision of pursuing my dreams, my station in creation, my place to which I’ve been created to apprehend; so why pretend? That my fate is dictated by my past coming to grips with my true self at last, recognizing my wealth lies with-in; in-depth I found the substance of Me in-grafted in the trinity, Holy I must be having exorcised the demons in memory. With an uplifted consciousness I walk in the realm where spirits abide. There’s no-longer a gap between the seen & unseen. I taste my reality in every dream. Scenes I’ve expected to see pour out from my faith bank treasury. I’ve been selected to be one who can transcend from the place of mere men. I stand regathered in mind & body: I stand whole from spirit to soul. Among the clouds I now stroll, ascending & descending Jacobs ladder a multidimensional traveler, taking tours through the mysteries that once intrigued me & as they unravel I find truth to be tangible in all his grandeur & luster. I stand in a cluster of like minded spirits bowed before the Ancient of Days as I await the refreshing flow of word’s anointed. Overflowing with expectation, overjoyed from revelation exposure being spiritually drunk but physically sober, I come to my senses in the presence of my one true witness. Then as he begins to speak to Me…
My eye’s open….

He is the way the truth and the life: He’s a supernatural King that cared enough to give his life that we may live & I’m so thankful. This is…

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The Sacrifice of Truth
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

From the throne room to a virgins womb; sent on a mission to bring division like light and darkness, lie’s and honesty: too embrace those’s who greeted me with open hostility. I knew it was time to move when I heard the hearts of my people screaming for freedom; so I came to bleed for them. I AM the Light that leads them. I took the position of a servant until it was time to run, activated, about my Fathers business my story has begun. I recruited 12 witnesses to walk with me recording my works into history, their teachings would testify of Me. For the glory of my Father I despised the shame of open humiliation knowing from this I will inherit a nation, the ones who where rejected I have taken & perfected. I took their sin’s on, upon my shoulders, I carried them to the grave then rose to roll the stone from the face of the cave. I walked with my brethren, seen by five hundred of them, then ascended into the clouds glorified again….

Feelings that flood, emotions that overflow, heaviness that weighed on the strength you carry just means you’ve been: Caught- (to overtake someone) by the beginning of the end of your storm; this is…

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Caught…
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor

Caught in a tear drop storm, time stands still granting a break from the norm; tears fall caught up in the course of it all, felling like I hit a wall, motivation hit a stall caught up in a tear drop water fall. Tear drops fall from a hopeless expression, red eyed & exhausted from the none stop. Expecting my change to come with the greeting of a new Sun. I look around surveying this frozen scene, so serene knowing my own pain, coveting solace from this troublesome tempest; I wish this storm could wash away the burdens these tears display. Caught in a tear drop storm awaiting the day Daybreaks, transforming this disturbance of tears into a calm so tranquil leaving me thankful to see the joyful ray’s of sun-shine letting me know that it’s my time….

Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me. ( psalms 38: 21) LORD…

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Don’t Forget Me
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

My tears fall, my fists are worn & bloodied from beating on the wall, my stomach twists & turns from the grief’s & struggle’s that grip my soul. My thoughts retreat to the inner most depths of myself; hoping to grasp some ancient strength that’s been deposited in me before the formation of time. My mind holds on to the promises that inhabit my dreams; my screams of frustration, pain, & suffering drive the fervency of my prayer’s & as I push through the shadow of my sorrowful despair; I gather in the desires of my heart- only able to release one humble request. LORD DON’T FORGET ME….

A putting back into a former position, dignity; restitution of something taken away or lost. a return of something to a former, original, normal, or unimpaired condition. This is…

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Restoration
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

The Sun rises over the mountain of my struggles; shredding the shadows it cast over me, bound to be unbound walking free from shackles that dragged me down. Falling back to a fresh start to my road to glory paved with faith from my grace quarry. Having gone through it all I’m still walking tall, though hearts humble, I stand confident that God won’t let me stumble or fumble my purpose out of hand; this is the grand scheme that my life does one thing bring glory to my King, this is the big picture: to manifest Kingdom reality, let the world react to the Christ atmosphere, spreading like Leven till it gets thicker & truth is seen clear. Standing ready to serve the world a grand dose of granted health, world wealth, & favor felt when the righteous reign; priest’s of God wipe’n away the worlds pain, pray’n in the latter rain, King’n my domain decreeing victory in Jesus Christ name….

“Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth”(John 17:17) As we deal with the hidden issues in our hearts- that have been bared under lie’s & facade’s- We’ll find our truths, the treasure’s & rich’s God has placed with-in us. After we uncover & expose those deep dark places of our hearts as the light of the truth shines forth so shall Christ Jesus shine forth from with-in you. “But as many as received him, to them gave he the right to become children of God, even to them that believe on his name”: (John 1:12)

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A Journey with-in
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Severing deep thoughts my eye’s open to the split of reality; sad to see mindset boundaries blocking me from the treasures with-in. Many areas still undiscovered riches yet to be uncovered. Striving to navigate the hidden depths of my own heart which from the start beat deceit- a desperately wicked agenda it would seek: But now transplanted through redemption’s deed; What died on that day where the doubts that restrained me, the motives that shamed me, & the fear that drained me. I’m free now to dive into the deep. Searching my own heart I start to find the diverse reminders that where locked & hidden away; they begin to display what’s real & what deserves to be cast away, leaving my soul exposed, as the darkness passes, fleeing from the light of the truth like the stars flee from the bringer of a new day. I played this game with Self- I asked for the deep truth & Self would bring me shallow lie’s- until Self became selfless revealing myself; now finally able to see beyond the veil my eye’s grasp hold of a light Birthed through Selfs’ travail. Now done with my soul searching, treasures bursting, riches quenching my thirsting… I’m flourishing… Traveling freely through the world I project. From my new out-look I see the truth of life- I can’t tell if I’m awake or if I’m dreaming this- seeing this blissful truth that’s sweeter then Paradises’ kiss. What I’ve gained on this journey through my hellish shame, having lost my life when I past through the valley of guilt & pain, after I laid my burdens down in confessions rain, & purified Myself in hopes flames. I obtained a reality with no boundaries, no guilty conscious holding me hostage; just power to be Me free to wonder in the dreams I see….

Prophetic- having the function or powers of a prophet, as a person. Language- faculty or power of speech. This is…

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Prophetic language
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

Pure sight given to an open mind able to see the clear victory, broadcasting the source of me. The Spirit of God peered into open soul inserting words more precious than gold. Heart felt whispers flood minds eye swelling with hope uttered by the sweet spirit of redemptions decree; power reigns over thee for the crown of a King dwells upon ye. We are all the body of a Kingdom manifested, in body it rested. The first born of many brethren dwelt in womb; Birthed on purpose he walked among men spirit in flesh our language reflects him; his testimony the spirit of prophecy audibly shaping creation till Christ is shaped in thee. Pre-alined instruction moved in construction until a fruitful tree broke through Earths crust in movement with the intent of apprehending all before time sits still. The will of God still contained in words woven in revelation mystery foretold when preached: so believer stand bold speak forth the promise told & watch creation unfold its treasure’s for a Man God made to obtain his plan, by grace dispensed without measure. Through faith our speech orchestrates forever our place in Kingdoms Estates….

This is another addition to my Free-writing series; I wrote this to Coldplay’s ‘PARADISE’, I had to write to it, to me that song is on the list of Coldplay’s all-time greats. This is…

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Life in One Breathe
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

The release of breathe let’s me know that time is still left there’s life left to live so I give my all changing direction like Saul to Paul from my fall I rise to a place where angels fly my only limits rest in my minds eye unlocked potential this battle is all mental I’m my best asset & my heaviest burden so what must I learn then Mind changes as I suck out the venomous poison’s left by failures past I cast out the old & invite in the dreams of a bold new future free from pains’ residue only to my promise will I hold true clinging to the picture visions’ master piece it’s paradise I speak of where dwells only Gods love true peace on earth is found when this Son dominates every thing around footsteps pound I chase my hopes my tears fuel passions’ rage as faith carries me on to the next page….