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(Matt 10:39) “He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.” Honestly this is totally free style writing, I got that scripture in mind turned on India.Arie’s ‘Good Man’ & just let my fingers go, everything that has been on my heart lately is right here. I hope you enjoy it, this is…

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Lose too Gain…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I sit thinking about how often I call upon my doubts realizing that I’m the reason for where I stand, the iron stone fashions a man who’s desires burn with a yearning for the want, to be noticed, a respect of thee object of his love. The feeling of losing the life he’s known are dull edges upon a blade stone and cold is this mental prison: can you imagine being a slave to your own unbelief, tortured by the glimpses you allow yourself, TOO SEE, longing to be free the word of liberty comes as a key to the trapped desire to run now that the locks have been sprung; I begin…

A journey of self descovery uncovering the nightmares in the dark confronting my fears I fight harder with the loss of each tear setting fire to each fear, WHERE AM I NOW…? This course has collided with the mirror shattered in front of me I nolonger regard who I used to be my identity is found in the anointing of Jesus I AM righteousness a captive of blessing transformed inside out ever growing hopes soak in the oceans of time until at the end of ages I find…
The Answer….

“And out of the ground the LORD God formed every beast of the field, and every fowl of the air; and brought them unto Adam to see what he would call them: and whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof”- (Gen. 2:19). What do you name your situations, How shall you define your reality? This is…

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Redefining Reality
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

“March 1… 2… STEP”- A term that defines they which have been labeled as weak, they that now speak in cadence, marching towards what they once feared. These are the footsteps of those who are bold at hearts center, they enter the Frey with a mind to come out on top of the crop, stemming from a holy line that has no end, these Sons of God are become my brethren.

Eternal gaze- An out-look over all that is made possible by the promise of inheritance; A mind spending time giving consent to all the good creation brings in front of me, “loved I’m that”, it says. Its pathway laid in certainty, knowing that the King & I live eternally.

Determination- A soul which is time consumed, stocking the passion of haven everything God promised. A Spirit that shall obtain a level gained when the Lamb took flame and became the ruling lion hearted his blood marked it, heavens gates…, my finish-line target….

(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…

She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her. (Pro 3:15) this is…

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Elements of She

by Edward Taylor III

How long will the simple feast at the banquet of fools –

When it’s her insight they hunger for?

She possess a beauty which is to be more sought after than the rarest pearl in the sea.

She veil’s her face behind the shadow of words, to find her is to find understanding.

She walks in a garment meant for royalty.

She stands atop the highest peak calling out to those who need her compelling men to seek her.

Kings lust for her presence, rulers become beggars at her feet.

She is the guide leading men through the mist of choice-

When She spoke to Me…

her voice…

The very essence of reason.

She taught me her way’s;

She showed me great mysteries, & as I rested in her bosom..,

The waters of time stood still, frozen as a river caught in winters chill.

I soon fell in love with the warmth of her inspiration,

& when I awoke!

I found myself wed to her.

(…Sigh…)

awww-

Wisdom…

Ever have one of those moments where something you’ve thought about all of a sudden makes sence? It’s like a light bulb comes on in your head and you come to the realization of a great mystery, well this is a poem of one of those moments, this is an EPIPHANY ( A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.) of ME…

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An Epiphany of ME

Edward Taylor III

God shines down on ME;

The sun smiles down on ME;

I can feel the rain drops of hope that fall to refresh weary dreaming…

ME;

Delighted gazes pierce the silver shaded sky,

Rays of praise parts the grays so I can see…

ME;

God shines down on ME;

The sun smiles down on ME;

Seeing the melody of life flow like musical notes on a page they show…

ME,

A mystery accompanied by blue nights & diamond days they play questions,

Who am I , who am I supposed to be, & most importantly, who did God create me to be?

The answers are revealed as God opens the seals, like an ancient book, exposing…

ME…

I look up to see God shining down on ME;

The sun smiling down on ME;

&

I…

Smile back…

Getting tired of the radio blasting the hottest & latest artist only, all day everyday, missing the classics I grew-up with in the 80’s & 90’s; Seeing how the artist coming out today have no depth to what their saying, it seems like all people want to do is just dance these day’s, call me old fashioned, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to dance but what about the music that moved you to think: To think about the way things are around you: To think about life and how you can change it for the better. So I put this call out to all the young men & women with the passion for a pen & a pad, go deeper in your thought let your inspiration inspire others & lets start a movement back to the…

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Age of Poetry

by Edward Taylor III

Let me compose a question & let the melody provoke you to thought,

Can we make it back?

Back to the days, back in the day, when imagination was

accepted truth;

Back when honesty flowed off the lips with pure innocence,

Back when we climbed the ladder of innovation to reach the peak of creativity,

To inject words that caused people to say –

“Man that really speaks to me…”

I hope to see those day’s again, before man craved the taste for sin,

Before man sold his gift for a slice of bread & an illegal kiss…

Can we make back to this?

Back to when words had power, back before the radio projected mindless chants five times an hour,

Leaving me sour, asking questons like-

” where’s the freshness” ?

“Where’s the voices that spoke of love, heartache, struggle,

& triumph” ?

“Where’s the passion for the truth, the lust for righteousness” ?

Has it been abandoned?

Lost in the mix of money, women, jewels, & drugs…

Fame…?

Is that what you sold your birthright for?

Your moment in the sun, your 15 minutes a top the plato #1…

Come on son…

Can we get back to the age where we treasured the old

& protected the new?

Back to the age where words on a page resounded throughout

eternities gaze;

Can’t you hear wisdom’s cry,

Come back!

Come back!

Come back!

To me;

Come back to the age of renaissance,

Come back young King,

Come back to the age where poetry sings…