At Dawn…
by LIMITLESS
I bask in…
It’s
Brilliance captured by elegance
It’s
Pure benevolence
Its
Excellence is founded in the radiance
Of
Thought
Imagination escapes
When
Delight is caught-
Apprehended….,
In Dawns’ gaze….
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Poetry with its own definition
It is time to lay aside every distraction and gain traction in the hot pursuit of Your Dreams, your Promise, your Paradise; This is….
Pursuing Paradise
by LIMITLESS
What is this pursuit of bliss?
A quest for what’s sacred-
where dreams are finished,
completed, thoroughly furnished, and lacking nothing-
the end of all suffering;
How can we deny this thing?
A peaceful lusting, rushing, too bust through!
Willing to lose the weights of frustration,
Make haste!
The doorway is seldom patient.
I have got to make the banquet celebration with no hesitation,
It’s Paradise I’m chasing!
IT’S PARADISE-
I’m embracing….
Some times the most closest of lovers can become the most distant of strangers; turning the most sweetest kiss into bitter poison- Proverbs 5:3-“the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: 4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. 5 Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.”
The Kiss of Death
by LIMITLESS
I tried to shoulder the load keeping you covered, never exposed,
But
You chose a narrow vision-
Turn’ed my back to receive the deepest incision..,
Leaving me wounded–
My joy departing out like fluid.
I didn’t think you’d be the one to do it:
Then she licked her lips saying, “I had nothing to do with….”
I wasn’t looking for appreciation,
Just your understanding of the odds I’m face’n
But
Even that counted for little-
You still drove the dagger deeper with your words of ‘Mass-Destruction’,
Smoother than oil your words of seduction,
and
You where the one I trusted–
Why is it the one who promised to protect your heart,
IS the first one to offer it up to the dark…?
Here I go again listen to my tunes you know I had too flow heart to soul through my favorite style of writing free writing no rules just flowing, this is….
THE STREET HOPES
by LIMITLESS
Is it my turn to learn that what is in front of me is the doorway too extraordinary very scarcely I immerse Me in
dreams making them realer than the ground under feet I refuse to linger in defeat as long as my heart beats I
will grasp what I reach for no more looking back at past attacks I surround my mind with thoughts of walking
these streets un-blinded unbound soul footsteps purge the filth laying under concrete hearing the hope of these
city streets where even the lowest hope for peace….
free writing poetry only me and thoughts taking long walks through dreamland; this is…
A TRIP THROUGH DREAMLAND
by LIMITLESS
Closer and closer to my vision hung up in eye sight like a poster
Closer to gripping my thoughts sipping on lessons taught
Time is well spent when I drip oceans of creativity locking arms with divinity
Closer and closer to my dreams no longer resisting me
I remove the dross wiping the dust off of my desires
My heart is lit
The fire sits in soul burning
Intense
Until mind is consumed with words that burst from mouth painting a masterpiece
Drawing nigh to eye the reality where I truly exist….
This poem is the best way I can express how I feel when I hear the voices of wisdom when I remember them; This is…
REMEMBRANCE
by LIMITLESS
Thinking back, linking photographic memories to still picture,
tracks,
remembering the smiles of loved one’s departed from sight;
(ha)
I even miss the fights, the disagreements, & the laughter that followed after pride was swallowed.
I remember my Elders through the wisdom they gave me; I remember my Elders through their words,
they live on,
for their care fashioned me strong.
I must go on pushing through the pain,
I have to go along with the plan that took you out of hand and into arms,
Heavenly.
I can’t wait to hear your stories
again;
I wish I paid more attention to them when you where before me
not realizing their value I erred thinking they bored me
I hope you have forgiven my youthful foolishness
I wish I could’ve done more then this;
wanting to show my appreciation I will live-
in your words
you exist,
still!
taking your correction
your wisdom muscle still flex’n
to my friends I’m professing your words
such a blessing
knowing your watchful eye is still glaring, your voice still blares your cultured catch phrases:
“BOY YOU CRAZY”,
“SAUSAGE, boy get out the way”,
&
“SHUCKY DUCKY, QUACK, QUACK”
I catch the tears that attempt to call you back hearing your words to keep me on track;
you tell me to stay focused, the more you loosen your grip on the past the tighter you can take hold of your future present’s
“you can’t put new wine in old wine skin’s”
“you live your life”
“We’ll be here always,
waiting,
resting,
in your remembrance”….
Change is a part of life, in-which, we are not meant to remain stationary; for those brave enough to venture the unpaved trail called future– hidden treasures await you. This is….
FUTURE SECRETS
by LIMITLESS
Crazy
This session has become a true lesson on how to receive a bless’n through struggle rose a flame change
Came with weapons drawn ready for war with a freeing the blind purpose wandering aimlessly a refugee
purposeless diverting towards crooked, now, way laying all obstacles flat-out this is about true freedom from
What truth reveled cracked the code to open what fate sealed
The future lay’s wide open;
My hope ignited
My desire
Intrigued….
Deliverance from the power and penalty of sin; redemption. This is…
Salvation…!
By LIMITLESS
This is a place where the real exist, in the dimension of fellowship. Catch a tight grip-hold of the one who’s foot prints layer streets with gold. Too potent is the potentate, the Holy one, King victorious, the more then one; In him dwelt the God head bodily.
In the beginning three spoke from one essence audibly all said,”Let,” then light illuminated waste, formed Earths foundations, and gave life it’s taste.
Breath…,
Breathing…,
Breath…,
Breathing animation into creation, the impossible way, he paved them by thought from throne. By Wisdom God foreordained time and gave it its course. It was preordained that The Word came to walk the planet ’till he founded Eden where he formed and fashioned Man.
The Word breathed in him knowing that sin would soon be seen in Man-
Adam, one, plus woman forged a son from a seed that would yield a limitless harvest.
How awesome is the Inexhaustible mercy of the throne keeper. The Father, Son, and Spirit had a plan that included a great feature in future the Son would come to purge sin from Man bringing a flesh reliant law to an end by Word in skin.
The Son would do once that which never would be needed again, salvation from sin. Redirecting the hope in his chosen giving motion once again to clay animation, life after spiritual death…,
Revelation….
His written word gives the visual, his breath is left residually replenishing life’s true meaning, obedience over sacrifice.
One lamb shed innocent blood to transfer life. He slit ties to corruption by way of a…, spiritual blade, now we lay in the life and breath that Christ gave when he defined the phrase, “I am saved….”
Longing- strong, persistent desire or craving, especially for something unattainable or distant. This is…
Longing Too Touch
By LIMITLESS
A longing so great it penetrates every fiber of my being seeing my love from a glass house, yet still I press against this longing to touch the love I once held in a perfect embrace; longing to taste our dreams together,
Reaching you through the passion of a letter, gathering together the strength to grasp my tomorrow pulling it into the Now, giving the impossible the reasons how, my faith will draw my desire- a flaming blue fire; we glide clear sapphire skies we fly in my dreams,
The freedom brings me closer to the one I call lover, no other I wait for; only one can bring this dream too truth, reaching you through iron bars and steel doors when each tear hits floor.
One more prayer to voice bringing breath & life, I wife still fight for what’s mine knowing what’s said will be done in time, I speak it’s time.
Now minds-eye vision brings truth commanding a ceases fire to division now with precision my words hit their target, I spoke it, sign & sealed the date, creation marked it;
Judgement given to release the innocent out of prison forcing doors open, fresh air free lungs soak in and with one motion we walkout the word my dreams have spoken, close when we embrace in perfection;
Husband, wife, love in the moment that will never end satisfying the longing to touch love again and again, sweet is this victory dance as eye’s connect in sync with the joining of hands, thankful for one more chance having passed through the transition of one becoming two, back too one we stand united in mind spirit and soul man, woman…, whole;
Made pure in position lusting in the grace that was given, thankful that we stayed driven like Christ to the cross our love has risen above this passing storm now we rest in the calm dwelling in passion reborn. Renewing the vows sworn diving into the abyss of each kiss relishing in the touch that was missed….
At times we find ourselves caught in a place between commitment and forfeit; those moments are when you have to dig the deepest to find the strength to keep fighting on, to give it one…
Last Shot
By LIMITLESS
One shot lost before I had time to let my tears reload feeling like I got sold a no win ticket feeling stuck in my place like a widget is true love a gimmick or will it show for what it is something worth holding on to besides a house full of kids where’s my home the place my peace can freely roam I guess I missed the caution signs was I really walking that blind was loneliness the cloud in my mind I thought she was sent to be an Angel to rescue me not to be the source of frustration waxen old wearing down my patience feeling the place in my heart’s growing vacant still waiting for my bride to uncover the real trying hard to disregard what I feel starving my inner desires to do what I will and kill all the grief in my life… Let me load up one more shot to sling breath at doubt when it shows up keeping my eye on the promise until I grow up I hope to reach it before all hell blows up in one aggressive out burst I’m through carrying the stresses God take this weight that presses the pressures seem overwhelming ignorant kind words aren’t helping what is it worth merely excepting that this is what it is time to reboot the program ‘Successful’ or wrap love in grave close for it’s burial….
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