A BREEZE OF HOPE WHISPERS A KEY TOO UNLOCK THE PRISON DOORS OF A REGRET STEMMING FROM THE ROTTEN ROOTS OF MISSED OPPORTUNITIES CLINGING TO THE PAST…

An Escaping Whispers

LIMITLESS

I listen with intent hoping too grasp the whispering breeze as it leaves its trail of wisdom desired;

Wanting to be more than a,

“New Hire”;

I inspire to climb higher, taking off into freedom,

All my troubles-

I leave them..,

Believing in an unlocked purpose focusing on Life and those who deserve their chance too Live it,

Setting goals and timelines secretly knowing neither work is mine,

I find its been done before the Earth was commanded,

My thoughts spun a deep web of hope I got caught-up in the inspiration of Freedom

Seeing these rusted chances fall to the ground as WE leave them,

FREE–

Too Breath–

In….

THERE IS A MOVEMENT OF CHANGE SWEEPING THE WORLD, RIGHT NOW…, YOU CAN EITHER JOIN ITS FLOW OR FIND, VERY QUICKLY, RESISTANCE TO CHANGE- IS FUTILE…..

Current Change

LIMITLESS

I am consumed by this treasure I found-

A gently laid crown upon a head rising early in the morning to get spirit fed

Glory led me to pastures green,

but,

Still in need of tending,

“This sh!@ gonna take WORK”,

So let’s stop pretending that the mending of broken Hopes, the returning of a lost Dream, or the healing of a battered and

broken Nation-

is gonna happen overnight!

Change is Now- if the Veterans get off the bench..,

‘er couch,

Cutting off the distraction box, picking up that Good Play Book and enter the Game,

for when WE PLAY-

We play too WIN-

Soul’s are free’d,

freeing them from the bondage that’s depressing them into submission forcing them to abandon their God given mission….

“NO MORE”

I CRY,

and no need for a reply, these words, tho’ on screen–

transcend dimensional bridging emitting a beckon ALL who see can follow,

leading Captivity to be held captive to the Currents of Change…

Had a lot on my mind with everything happening in our great big little World some good mostly tragic I wonder if we will ever survive the ages to come….

Foreign Thought’s

LIMITLESS

I walk these foreign lands feeling like a stranger in the midst of many

still dwelling lonely

nights filled with a rising expectation to return to my origin

Nations at War these Humans seem to care no more

preaching peace while you’re drunkenness leaks

deceit when will they realize they’re cutting off their own feet…!

WHO WILL BE LEFT TOO STAND

In place filling the gap in humanities DNA maps

I speak to my Spiritual heritage hoping my Ancestors can paint a picture that

brings understanding to all this madness

I’m mad that this-

is my only out-let honest to heart words trapped on the world wide net

They’ll enter in when they change the face of mistakes made from histories lessons failed….

They’ve had so much time–

I’ve watched them grow!

and still I wonder…,

“have they learned nothing…?”

“After all this time….” 

Another Legend has been returned home, welcomed by love and peace, too rest under Golden Crowns jeweled by eternal inspiration….. This is…

It’s cold today…

LIMITLESS

The warmth has been stolen by grief searching for relief-

My history is departing into legend, with the loss of another star;

A King and his guitar are welcomed by open arms

Greeted by an Angel and Old friend whom’s flame still burns

Bright in our hearts

Maya and B.B Rest in Love for you have been welcomed home

At-last..

My Flaming white Doves-

Thank you for sharing your love…    

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…

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…