Tag: Broken

I just had to express my appreciation for the one who found a broken lost soul and called him Son… This is…

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YOU FOUND ME BROKEN

by LIMITLESS

You found me…,

Lying in my own vomit-

grief-

I palmed it,

the woefulness…,

I sunk deeper into this muddy, bloody, darkness;

I often asked myself , “how can I depart from this?”

slower and slower I sunk into the arms of a venom spewing seductress

trying to cut wrist hoping to end

finally seeing the light beyond this abyss where your heart sits

reaching for my tattered, battered splattered so fractured how could it be returned from scattered,

BUT,

A love so beautiful-

it tore through all Sorrow my Fears of being alone, apart from throne,

gone

were the doubts of what true Love is about now!

The reality of this beauty has found me broken-

yet you still….

call me…

Worthy….

Popped my ear phones on set my Iheart to my Goapele Station and chased my Muse. Captured in the moment of pure honesty my heart beats the tempo of life. This is…

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FIRE & SOUL 

by LIMITLESS

Fire breeds heat in the heat of passion

I imagine star laced wings expanding beyond reasons reach

I reach

Mega peaks and swim through waters thick with the darkness of the unknown

I’m no-longer prone to walk away from this site blazing devouring

Midnight terrors

Transforming them into dreams dripping

Moonshine

Behind the eye’s

Behind the flames of The Dreamers’ soul….

THIS LIFE CAN BE LIKE A GIANT PUZZLE WE WALK THROUGH; ADDING AND REMOVING PIECES OF OURSELVES IN AN ATTEMPT TO FIND OUR ORIGINAL SELF. THIS IS A POEM EXPRESSING THE INNER TURMOIL ONE CAN FIND THEMSELVES STRUGGLING WITH WHEN THEY REALIZE…,

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“I’M SHATTERED….?”

by LIMITLESS

Scattered and fragmented-

Evidence of a broken heart that never mended.

I’M SHATTERED,

In pieces,

Left solitary,

Forsaken like discarded feces….

IIIII’M—

SHATTERED,

Blistered feet worn from searching for-

ME….

I’M SHATTERED,

How can I fix this split existence?

Someone, 

TELL ME—

HELP ME,

“…. I’m…”

( a tear falls heavy with concern )

“Shattered….”

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….

SILENT SCREAMS WRITTEN UPON INK SOILED PAPER, THIS IS…

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SILENT SCREAM

by LIMITLESS

Look at me!

don’t just see words on a page

these aren’t just letters that run swift

they’re a brief scope inside of a heart that sits

at times

troubled to be

too see, the reason it beats

soul rides to see if heart will peak or be overrun pulsing with a steady hum

won many battles, however, still engaged in some

needing, hoping,

speaking written heart-beats pouring soul liquid spilling abstract as you look to see hearing

Me

feeling every emotion these letters soak in

WHY CAN’T I SAY WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID

holding all this in feeling broken and dead

my only release is through a pen, key-pad, or pencil

realizing at the end

this battle is all mental–

can you read me now?….

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LIKE A VAPOR
By LIMITLESS

It was in my hands….

I was so close…,

…I held it, felt it, it was as tangible as cold steal in hand;

Tight knit in grip speaking to me like a branded strap on wrist.

I remember speaking, “I need this.”

This place where dreams rest in the arms of hope;

A place where Soul speaks liberties quotes-

I was so close to what I paid for in one million drops of blood,

Two billion pints of sweat,

& two trillion buckets of tears–

I gave EVERYTHING FOR MY DREAM…,

EVERY-THING…

… I was so close-

It was in my hands….

Once we where in the bonds of a guilty conscience, once our past sin’s choked any hope of freedom: But now our way of escape has come; (Rom 8:1) There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

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Prison of Vanity

by Edward Taylor III

I had a dream I was crashing into moments, blinded by the glare of memories;

Misdirected missteps led me to a void of emptiness,

In this, existed dreams which became toys of affectionate wishes.

Here – vision groaned for an exorcism out of vanities prison, with bloody finger nails creativity clawed at the wall of deceptive reality,

Painful memories & fearful moments bind the mind leaving it blind, Subdued by consistent doses of disappointment,

Until original purpose & intent became merely faint voices in the distant wind;

Here dominant are the figments of the imagination, which offer fragments of dis-eases…

A sudden shout grips my ear,

“WAKE-UP!”

“Grab my hand & I’ll lead you out!”

Grace grips my hand resurrecting hope, faith opens the prison gates, my footsteps pound the past I swiftly forsake,

As I exit through the gates of condemnation the mark of bondage is suddenly erased by one word forgiven…

I had a dream I was living in purpose, a King drinking from the fountain of life, having escaped the corruption of memory, free from the bondage of who I used to be…

The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. (PS 121: 5-8) Even in the worst of times God is always there to pick you back up and continue you on your road to greatness.

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A Sorrowful Dance

By Edward Taylor III

A Sorrowful dance in the wind, performed by an excluded soul lost in sin, tears fall as pirouette’s call to the lost soul,

hopelessness twirls with blind perception, darkness calls with a malicious obsession.

Broken inside, strength subsides, to a sorrowful dance in the wind.

“Where is the comfort, the loving embrace, who will wipe these tears from my face?”

Under the stars you can see the dancer scarred:

Leaping to grasp the joy seemingly so far out of reach, distant as the mocking moon, silent & sweet,

Who is this that dances with sorrow in the wind?

The motions of this dancers’ gloom ignite the fierceness of question: “Where is my hope, where is my solace, where…

WHERE?”

The ground is struck, pounded by clinched fists,

“NO MORE!”

Is the cry as the dancer sits, drenched in sweat & self-regret: with eyes to the sky & arms raised the dancer is lifted up by the wind to dance once again,

Then a whisper is heard in the night sky:

“Hold on my dancer your salvation draws nigh”…