I WALK
By Edward (The Limitless poet) Taylor III
Category: poetry
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…
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Rom 8:35-39
Extraordinary Love
by Edward( The Limitless Poet) Taylor III
What shall separate me from the love of he who made me with such care & detail;
God included me in his glory trail, The train which fills his temple, this is the symbol of his love that floods my wanting soul;
HE has made me whole,
HE purified my lifeless soul,
It was & is your love that has joined me to thee;
What comes is the crowning of son, called up from servant hood, now throne seated placed to rule.
What SHALL separate me from his love? Nothing would, neither could, for he has joined himself to me,
For me to know of he who is the expression of Gods love… Extraordinary…
(Psalms 121:1-2) I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. I wrote this poem sitting on the front steps of my church looking at Mt. Rainer in the distance hoping for the restoration of my soul. This is…
LOOKING TO THE HILL’S
by Edward (The Limitless poet) Taylor III
Looking to the hill’s from which cometh my help; I
find myself on bended knee seeking the LORDS mercy,
For I have perversely polluted my soul, with my heart full
of loneliness on the wrong path I strolled.
My vision clouded with pride-
The truth is hard to see when your looking through Pharisaical eyes.
Now I arise and speak wiping the tears off my cheek,
As I seek the LORD With fervent prayer the cords of sin that had me bound begin to tear,
I can hear the sound of walls crumbling
down around me,
my excuses turn into dust the LORD has
found me.
Looking to the hills from which cometh my
help… I FIND
…Myself…
“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…
Here’s the last of the Freetyping Series (for now) this poem I wrote to the music of K’naans -Waving Flag, This is…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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???
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