I wrote this poem to the music of Coldplays “CLOCKS” the rhythm of that song gave me a sence of pace I desire to have when I’m focused on the things God made me to do. This is…

SWIFT

by Edward (LIMITLESS) Taylor III

Swifter & swifter I run blow n’ through every obstacle in front of me,

Till I see the horizon of my promise, climbing the steps of faith, growing with every breath of grace,

I pace myself with reckless abandon, pressing to grab what my heart imagined.

Looking at the speeding scenery I pass through the blossoms of the new,

Springing forth into life now opening to me like lilies thirsty to drink in the delight of an unhindered soul.

Swifter & swifter I run like a bullet from a gun, sprung into action by one word – passion,

Pass n’ the former I reach for the limitless existence I see like a dream bursting out of me, freedom awaits,

I crave to taste its fermented grapes stamped with ancient dates.

This rare opportunity has come to me; to go beyond the great & become The Good:

But I must be swift to enter, for this door can be closed shut, only being accessed by memories touch.

My hope must flourish so with haste I chase my moment, for MY dreams are no longer dormant…

This is a poem I wrote to branch out and expand myself as a writer & artist. I wanted to paint a picture in the telling of a story about ones hidden pain & grief, all the while others merly stand by and admire the gift of his tourtuerd soul. This is…

The Piano Mans’ Blues

By Edward (LIMITLESS) Taylor III

In the darkness Ivory keys are stricken by fingers that plead for rescue. Emotions pour out in every note captured by ear –

we’re all prisoners of his sorrow.

As he plays the biography of his soul, from an F-sharp to a B-flat, each key possessing a different chapter of his life.

His hope drowns, the down beat pounds, & his cry of despair is heard once again in melody. His story is told his tragedies & victories these cords hold.

His music we applaud…

…as he heaves a second round of whiskey down his gullet, his fingers slamming ebony keys like a mallet, hammering his inability to forgive him-self; & as he plays his dreams fade away softly.

His blues!

O his blues swings in tempo, his only company is a saxophone & drum cymbal, & while we applaud him, his heart weeps!

Can’t you hear him?

Can’t you feel his turmoil?

Oh! His blues,

O his blues,

Tis the sorrow of his fading dreams…

Happy Fathers Day to all the Fathers & Men who desire to be more then what T.V. portrays use to be. To The Fathers & men who desire to do more in our time to advance the next generation. This is my acknowledgment to all the Fathers. This is…

Black man Stand up

By Edward (Limitless) Taylor III

Black man stand up your woman needs you;

Stand up & take hold of your position rebuking division, inserting words of strength through loves incision.

Black Man stand up.

Stand up & be more than a long chained ape with a mouth full of gold fangs;

Stand up & be the healer of her scarred womb, speak life to her dreams buried in tomb;

Stand up & let your strength be recognized, let her see that your more than a tattooed, smooth talk in’ dog bark in’ mongrel of a mutt that likes to chase tale & fu…

…Fumble about;

Stand up & be about the Fathers business –

The business of being fathers raising sons that will reign as Kings, teaching daughters to be Queens;

Black Men stand up your women need you; let them know & remember who we are.

That we’re more the just dollar signs, tailored suits, flashy cars, & shiny rims,

We are Passion, power, devotion, loyalty: We are conquers of industry, rulers of our domain,

But for you our Queens & only you, at home we’ll be tender & tame,

Until it’s time to play your fantasy love game.

Black Men stand up! it is time.

Time to reclaim our minds, reconnect with our history, & stand as pillars spiritually;

I call to you my brothers!

I ask you where is your honor, where is your integrity, where is your pride?

Let the throbbing pain in your soul subside, allow your scares to heal in the ointment of forgiveness;

Regain your confidence –

Lift up your heads o ye gates!

Take your place amongst your families, take your positions next to your brides, & be found faithful.

Black men, all men, stand up for your seeds:

Stand up for the nurturer of your legacies;

I beseech you my brothers STAND.

Your woman needs you…

Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. This is…

I Desire

By Edward (LIMITLESS) Taylor III

Waiting for my life in paradise; no strife or plots against my soul’s life, only joy for all the pain I endured. Purging weeds of frustration with a spiritual sword, so much to life I desire to see LORD I pray free me from this state of mourning, just let me catch a glimpse of the dawn, so much wrong history needs to vanish in mystery so I can plainly see your purpose reveled in me. O, I desire this life so light from the burdens and the cords that restrained me; O I want to be free!

I see the changing of the guard; I see my wounds healing with no memory scares, sorrow so far from me, tasting only the delight of destiny. With only one tear falling from me as my despair washes away, I smile with no fear of what today may bring; where I use to scream now only praises sing from a voice now rested in a sea so tranquil. All I will to do is experience what life really is…

…In a Kingdom Revelation existence.

This is your time, this is your moment; Dont lose focus of the joy set before you must hunger for your purpose & chase it with the urgency of a ravenous predator who’s eyes are: Fastened, attached, or placed so as to be firm and not readily movable; firmly implanted; stationary; rigid; set or intent upon something; steadily directed…

FIXED

By Edward (The limitless Poet) Taylor III

It’s an appointed highway I travel as the mysterious keys to my purposeful course unravel; each step brings me closer to a dream like view of whats been in my heart to pursue.

True passion drives, burning hope makes alive, every step to promise has been taken into soul;

Where Thoughts unfold joining faith to life’s ever changing observation of circumstance.

So I pass by the stones of discouragement I take up the cup of courage & drink in the flow of encouragement.

Heaven sent this journey every lesson has turned me from a form of marred clay to a vessel that will display a light never seen since the law of sin & death applied its spiritual darkness, its soulless tax lien.

Now I’ve been cleaned, prepped for what this appointment will demand, I stand at the verge of greatness ready to advance; this is my chance,

My chance to flourish…

To realize ones greatness only to never obtain it is a great tragedy…But to recgonize the time of your greatness & walk its path to completion is a great triumph…- Edward T. This is…

I WALK

By Edward (The Limitless poet) Taylor III

I walk this road step by step I progress into the infinite;

By melodies I perceive through the mist & the eve,

I see,

Into the defining presence of his glorious song,

I sway with the rhythm of time, right to left, forward then halt…

Commanded to stand still, constrained to see his salvation, blessed to gaze at the wonder of his glory,

Which in past was concealed but to me –

Now revealed are the attributes of God,

His overwhelming love, His surrounding power, & His irrefutable sovereignty.

Step by step I progress into the eternal until

I am

With

I AM…

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…