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I find myself wrapped up in some of my favorite shows from time to time. But when your escape becomes your trap, holding your attention hostage, while Life passes by- consider putting your favorite show on pause and start staring in your own Life story. This is…

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SURF’S UP

by LIMITLESS

I’m Surfing…,

Trying to find the right frequency of relaxation,

Forget peaceful meditation,

Sshhh…,

My brains on vacation.

I’m surfing…,

Flipping from script to script, exploring scenes,

I’m Surfing….

Surfing’s like a dream you chase,

Trying to fulfill a driven taste,

Trying to discover the answer to,”What’s gonna happen next?”

Putting the children on pause and the spouse on mute,

Just so I can press play.

OH!

WHAT A GLORIOUS 80 INCH, HD, 4D, LCD, 1080P…

I’m,

Surfing…

While trying to hear my loved one’s express their going through’s,

Their diverse up’s and down’s,

Their emotional roller-coaster rides;

While simultaneously listening to my delightful programing;

All the while,

My fingers continue to ride the wave of entertainment searching for my favorite focus detainment.

Then I hear,

“DADDY.”

“WHAT…!”

“Look at what I did.”

NOT NOW,

CAN’T YOU SEE I’M SURFING….

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….

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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….

This is a poem I wrote while relaxing listening to my favorite I-Heart station free-writing what came to mind, this is…

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BLUE

by LIMITLESS

Blue,

Clear as a Caribbean pool,

Our usual shade is fifty one shades from grey

I gotta say we need more day sky to get us to the,

Blue,

Visually lusting after my vision, purpose driven,

The pattern of my life I’m fix’n.

The heart of soul points its affections towards sky,

Blue,

You and I can fly when we set eye’s beyond starlight that’s why we fight for our,

Blue,

Two walking with one mind-

Too finally find pure skies,

Blue…..  

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…

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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….

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…

“Where there is no vision, the people perish” (Pro 29:18) your dreams, your visions, are the very essence & fabric of Gods purpose & intent for your life. So many spend their lives yearning but never seeking for the answer to these questions “what is my purpose?” or “Why am I here?” Instead you spend your time & your energy in frustration living “paycheck to paycheck” ignoring the cry of your heart. This is a poem of that very thing; a poem of what happens…

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When a dreamer Stops Dreaming

By Edward Taylor III

What happens when a dreamer stops dreaming?

When there are no more goals to hold his gaze,

His passion a prisoner behind the bars of selfish rage,

Nightmares of failure haunt his sleepless nights,

Frustration begins to consume his starved will to fight;

His expressions are now empty,

They’ve become idle words on a page;

All he wanted was for people to listen & be inspired,

But no one paid any mind to the gift that he gave,

So the dreamer stopped dreaming in the process of time,

His pen left useless, no more thoughts to line;

So what happens when a dreamer stops dreaming?

This is a question I ask myself;

The answer to which remains unknown,

Simply because this dreamer is determined to dream,

Even if he is destined to dream Alone.

Keep dreaming & keep your vision a live GOD BLESS- “For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry”. (Hab 2:3)