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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…

Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding. (Pro 4:7) This is a quest for wisdom & understanding. A journey from the darkness of the mind to the enlightenment of the soul. This is…

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I Can’t See Right

By Edward Taylor III

I still can’t see right? So I write the vision plain as a flame in the night: But I still can’t see right?

So I write down my hearts desires waiting for the manifestation of my expectations: But I still can’t see right?

Amongst the raging waves of thought my hope floats on a life raft of promise: But I still can’t see right?

So with a breath & one motion to my knees, emotions linked to tears like branches to trees, my cries pour out: But I still can’t see right?

So I take two steps to the left to alter my view, then my eyes open to see Me free, known of the Father before I first knew me;

Why couldn’t I see before the blessing that surrounds: Why couldn’t I taste before of the grace that flow’s from crown to feet?

I rest in amazement seeing all that grace came with; enabling me to apprehend all that I was apprehended for;

Much more than a shell of a man, now in Christ I stand. Look in my eyes & see a soul redeemed;

In the quietness of thought hear my heart sing, hear the voice of salvation ring;

Behold the light of men, because without him your understanding is still darkened,

&

You won’t be able to see right…

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…

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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.

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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.

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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…

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (Heb 11:1) So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. (Rom 10:17) All that I am, all that I am pressing towards, my dreams, my hopes & the manifestation there of; are the reasons I AM…

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FAITH DRIVEN

by Edward Taylor III

I’ve been uniquely made to walk a road that’s been laid – paved by words anointed,

Faith Driven…

Before time was expanded – this was written,

Faith Driven…

Grace giving power to stride, as wide as the length of the wind, infinite is my beginning eternal is my end,

Faith Driven…

My righteous soul bends, at a whim, for my kings command;

Though clothed in man, I am so much greater, I’ve been made a partaker of the divine nature,

Faith Driven…

With one life deleted newness has been preceded by word & breath,

Spirit enlightened, awakened from the slumber of death, now with Gods inception my eye’s project,

Dreams of purpose I must protect,

Faith Driven…

Living in word – the bread of life, I heard to hear the hope that draws near;

This is what drives me to Faith, Hope, & Love, pressing for the greatest of these,

Pressing for the manifestation of three –

Faith Driven…