Some of us are fortunate enough to find that “Special Someone” that one person who comes once in a life time; this is a story of two people who took a chance in the game of love and WON. This is…

Special Someone
By LIMITLESS

She looked with an intense stare, He viewed her with an engulfing glare, both seeking for their love to share with their special someone;

They both sunk deeper into one-another’s heart drowning in the intoxicating peering of passion.

Wanting to find that special someone they risked all for this love game to be won,

still, they came even closer daring to leap into this lust pool.

He used every tool in his arsenal, she knew his advances contained life changing chances, emotions held at bay behind glances which changed to face to face stances.

The urge to find their special someone grows into visual dances, eye’s flicker with light like stars in night, if your quite you might even be able to hear the pounding of two hearts yearning to be complete,

then!

the silence is broken by the reach of an arm extending, his hand open, he waits for the first taste of warmth from another, she accepts his invitation- as if she always knew he would be the one to pull her through this

lust-field,

love-filled,

lust-thrills,

their love heals the void filling the desire feeling new Life’s fire contained in a story still being written the ending shrouded in mystery, but this they know for sure, that the search for that someone special exists no more….

There’s things I want to do while I have the opportunity; instead of waiting for the dusk of my life I would rather live life in its effervescent Sunrise, leaving nothing undone, this is…

Taking My Last
By LIMITLESS

When it’s time for my time I want to be able too say I lived life to the fullest ever completing every aspiration savin’ nothing for later;

I want them to say I did what couldn’t be done when comparing my life to some the response should be there is none I am one of a kind taking my time appreciating everything that was used to complete Me perfectly weaving my dreams into what’s seen

before I take my last seeing the present open know’n the pain from the past is no-longer spoken before I take my last I will have already past through the glass too become one with the reflection, polar: me, myself, and I at one with Spirit, Soul, Body, complete in Father, Son, Holy

molding me into the man you see before I take my last I would love too have known the coast of Italy free falling from thirty thousand feet stretching the boundaries of caution-

forget living life on the edge-

I wanna inhale, close eyes, and launch before I take my last,

I want to adore my great, great grandchildren teaching them the ways of this family union passing down a wealth of inheritance, keys to excellence;

before I take my last I would Love! To hear, “well done my Son.”

Before I take my last breath passing from life to life never tasting the bitterness of death I want them to say,

“He savored every breath– as if it where his last”….

There are times in life- well mine at-least, when you just need to toss everything out and start from the beginning, & this time, I’m doing it right! This is…

Ctrl-Alt-Delete
By LIMITLESS

The password too access:

LIFE

given via repented thoughts-

live’n the dream???

It seems to be right…,

though

thoughts have grown into decisions made that laid an uneven foundation making ways crooked;

frustration heating temper…,

Whoops!

over-cooked it,

booked my flight to my promise land

but on this journey I realize I packed way too heavy,

unsteady,

confidence may waver,

however,

the mind field is blown; time to re-start, re-chart, and re-plot

My course reconciling myself back to my work divorcing the darkness in past from past hurts erasing fear,

now facing why I AM hear;

Pushing, hurling, striving to enter into That rest which houses That fresh breath containing hollowed foot-steps

rebooting mind to find resolve in this battle to disinfect my soul freeing it from infectious viruses sown by the enemies of my throne.

It is time to climb out of this blinding mist, showing creation,

THIS

is why I more than exist!!!

I often write about the events which take place in my life; this poem represents a close call I had doing the normal routine, just driving home from work. This is…

One More Time
By LIMITLESS

One more time…

I get to reflect on a day gifted; present thoughts drift with the ultimate of benefits- life!

Giving thoughts, thankful, for the day the Sun displayed its ray’s walking through a portrait deciphering universe tapestries located in memory.

One more time…

I Get to see my seed godly activating the father in me, glad to see the growth of hope in eyes so young.

Thinking of how I all-most missed this chance, thankful that, that car just missed my van-

can anything breed gratitude greater than seeing your life end before your eyes, in an instant,

no longer will I take this time to despise what’s been given, Flashing forward to moments of now,

I vow!

That I will treasure every moment with those that cause my life to be full of joy

Every time giving thanks for my loved ones and every time I leave them I will be so thankful to see them once more I am so grateful for every embrace, so honored to once again taste my;

my one more time….

Out of the depths of sorrow & despair comes the fury of an overcomer, this is….

De Profundis
By LIMITLESS

Eyes open to the awareness of what thought brought to me,

“Dim sunlight….”

So I fight to gain strength in this atmosphere fear is no-longer an option if the enemy advances my shield of faith will halt them;

Wash’n off this residue,

confusion,

moving towards my righteous station I’m driven to pursue what’s in me; reaching through the pool of sorrow, muddy hands reaching for the light of tomorrow, the time I’m on is borrowed so I must leave these weights behind no more space for despair on my mind.

A voice woven upon the wind speaks a command too end,

COME OUT OF THE MOTHER OF HARLOTRY & ABOMINATIONS;”

“I’VE SENT YOU TO THE NATIONS DELIVERING THESE WORDS THAT WILL SAVE THEM;

YOU, MY CHAMPION, ARE HEAVEN SENT TO AID THEM.

“NOW…,”

“COME OUT OF HER DESPAIR!”

I come out more aware of my selection for perfection by Thee Authority. I must realize there’s more too who I AM to be;

Sorrows’ Atrophy isn’t Me!

Time to be about the business of My Father demonstrating the reality of His Kingdom upon Earths alters pushing through, leaping over obstacles, the definition of ” Quitting Ins’t Possible

Q-I-P

Attitude on display coming out of depression striding with power footsteps making historic impressions.

My Father shows me that I gain strength through transition breaking out of drudgery into my mission with one decision,

“‘I’M LEAVING YOU–

DE PROFUNDIS,”

reaching out of her darkness towards the light,

breathing–

“I AM LIVING…,”

“NEVER CONCEDING….”

John 17:5 “O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.” This is…

As it Was
By LIMITLESS

The light I once known surrounded me in pure love from throne, I bowed, consumed with your presence, watching wisdom in motion out of every thought wisdom exuded words which protruded from mouth, peace…, over powering beauty influencing the pulse of sound, emotions found when stars aline to receive their crowns;

A light I once known now captured in command capsules flying at the speed of lightning, frightening & terrible, thunders harold, “MAKE WAY FOR THE KING!!!”

Imagination producing glory never seen. Before Night & Day received assignment; before Moon & Sun governed time the Spirit of The Holy went forth in Word: expression- utterance- rhyme;

I must find the course Narrow staying true to path like the eyes of a sparrow, for the glory I had with you before the universe was blue printed; I must return to the glory I see in memory that I may satisfy the yearning of a descendant of eternity hungry for the glory I had with thee to be seen in me as it was before….

I have been writing poetry for over ten years now; it has been, for me, a place of safety, a place where I find a soft flowing current amongst the chaotic storms of life. Poetry is where I share my dreams– and nightmares, poetry is where…

I Flow
By LIMITLESS

I flow poetry as naturally as leaves on trees producing eloquent verses holding wisdoms’ value in paragraph purses

no matter what life issues come they get easily converted to fuel for my tongue

loading bullets into my yellow #2 gun, shedding lead,

paper tablets soaking up ink the color of red

bleeding power scriptures taking wisdoms’ fists to the head

knowing my words prophetically flow poetry as naturally as leaves on trees

dropping seeds hoping for rain latter
raising my heights upon Jacobs ladder ascending, no pretending, writing my way through this maze, flowing, floating upon the currants of life so naturally actually–

poetry is ME….

To move or proceed with great rapidity, this is…

VOLLEY
By LIMITLESS

MAN,

I gotta grow -up.

I must put away childish things playing handcuffs flung from a sling, tip- toe’n on rusted springs,

my up’s are low, my belief is slow, a change in frequency is needed;

SHIFT,

to new altitude taking control of the things I pursue

My movements are at the speed of blind ,a blur,

TIME,

to extract what’s the potent formula in me I see the essence of majesty

Primary soul extraordinary spirit answering the call when I see it,

hearing amazing intelligence from seven dimensions beyond third,

BLESSED,

is me finally in position walking this righteous path given, procuring understanding,

LIVE’N,

all grown-up now, thanks I’m giving feeling weightless,

LIFE,

much more fulfilling my fears absent, nameless–

GAME-SET-MATCH….

I got a yes

I got a yes!
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Am I your beloved?
Yes.
Am I your Son?
Yes.
Am I going to see the joy filled days you promised me?
Yes.
Am I gonna walk in the health of my soul prospering,
Living life through your Son the Word?
Yes.
Are my thoughts pleasing to your eye’s?
Yes
Are my praises honored by the attention of your ears?
Yes
Can you hear me when I call?
Yes.
Am I secured in your hand, Shielded from the effects of the Fall?
Yes…,
“Now arise my Son for you are blessed put your mind at rest for you this day have obtained a Yes….”

This poem pays homage to the city I am from as well as symbolizing the emotional turmoil a person can go through, this is….

SEATTLE RAIN
By LIMITLESS

Tear drops fall from eye clouds, the build up of the pain inside has grown too loud, to hold it in any-longer would mean death by blunt-force trauma, too retain it would resemble the feeling of laying upon a cushion of Space Needles piercing my soul with-in;

Tear drops fall from eye clouds, which once held a look so proud, even the mirror shouted loud, “thou art the fairest,” now it looks back saying, “I’m embraced,” losing focus of the vision I cherished, head spinning faster then the downtown fairest-wheel, round & round;

Tears fall from eye clouds, longing for the peace that hides behind the gray shroud, above, looking for love that’s evergreen, captivating as a clean mountain scene cascading in view, hoping that this rain can purge me through and through;

Tears drop from eye clouds, sourced from thoughts bound in The Clink sinking into hypothetical fears, these 206 tears dropping into a union of lakes, sandy shores prone to Earthquakes;

Tear drops fall from eye clouds, air-porting my hopes above this storm reserving them, preserving them under volcanic ashes, from them grows grapes of the past bursting Merlot underfoot;

Tear drops fall from eye clouds, the Puget sounds, cool winds chill crowns in this storm, in this Seattle rain that pounds….