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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…..

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Current Change

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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….

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Foreign Thought’s

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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….” 

Threw on Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Simple Man’ this Morning and had too release something hidden- this is…

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Simply Complex

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I breathe in the cool breeze of Tear dust dripping in the Morning due too the extreme of bouncing in between truth and

tragedy acting as if there is sense in insanity hoping my dreams don’t abandon me while I’m left hanging on every breath as

if it where my last not knowing when my time will pass I bask in the idea of a Kingdom made for my Sons to reign over-

coming their Fathers pain so they will have No Fear’s to blame.

My Son’s and Princess I went through the stress so you can experience the best- Just know Life is just a test which holds

Secret answers, a hidden key, showed me that Life is supposed to be Much simpler than this…. But you must choose to

either LIVE or Exist. 

My GOD give Me strength to accomplish this: My Dream/Vision of fruitful decisions leaving a trail of an inherited Goal of

capturing the Truth hidden in Mind, Spirit, and Soul;

LIFE-

Made Whole….

I got some REAL GOOD music on, and it’s time to, “Let them hands go…!”

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Redemption Tears

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I soak in a pool of desire…,

Found hungry–

For, 

Hope approach’s in the distance gathering strength

Drawing from the waling of…

Understanding,

How each stress endured never fractured

Hope-

Secured

Rising from the furnace of dreams,

Ringing Triumphant!

Clear as Silver Trumpets calling Kings home….

I soak in a pool of desire–

Hoping to drown in redemption’s undertow….. 

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….”

Unorthodox- The only word that can come close to describing me; This is…

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The Unorthodox Me
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Unorthodox me seems to be so out of place when faced with the mainstream of normal things. My thoughts walk in an uncaged mind surrounded by borderless inspiration & boundless creation. Treasure troves open when expression is unleashed exposing the mentality that is about me. An unorthodox outside of the box Me see’s achievements apprehended without the time consuming processes of the confined mind; holding back, inconceivable, I go all out beyond restriction; unbeatable consciousness up lifting to true life living. Out my slumber I discover an un-blazed trail biding me to come & walk down the path of ‘Never Been Done’. No one can define one who’s speech redefines & unwinds the impossible, so abnormal is my minds eye the only place I taste is the limitless sky. I travel upon the prevailing winds of discovery high where the unorthodox fly. Soaring into the image-nation I begin to speak its dialect, dream language- calling things that aren’t as though they where. Mind regurgitation performing epic feet’s with prolific speech leaving doubtful witnesses contending against their own carnal instincts, leaving them at the fringe of beliefs’ door wanting more of the unorthodox Me….