Tag: Existing

Stay focused on what you Know you want out of life and pin your thoughts upon the portrait of your hopes. Do not allow yourself to get caught try’n to run your race wearing…

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CEMENT SHOES….

by LIMITLESS

I wanna get out of these cement shoes;

I’m fed up with singing the blues.

I’d rather choose to pursue what’s been give’n so I can start live’n,

But I can’t move with these cement shoes;

Stuck running in place,

Days full of hurry up and wait’s.

Patient yes, however, the blues from these cement shoes amplifies stresses.

What’s left to do???

Give up to the weight of these cement shoes or use the chisel tool to

Chip away at these stone blocks poured over my feet mixed from heavy thoughts…

Feeling like there’s a plate of hope and a spoonful of desire just out of reach;

All because of these cement thoughts that put these blocks on my feet….

-Philippians 4:8  “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

This poem stands as a release for me; writing this poem meant that I had to go back and find the pain and the hurt I thought I was free from. I realized I had to unload the weights I was carrying with me & so in writing these words I began to release them; it’s my hope that this poem brings freedom to all those that find themselves in these words, this is….

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They Never Saw Me….

by LIMITLESS

They never saw me!!!

They never saw me when I tried to fit in, camouflaging myself to blend with them,

but,

they never saw me.

They never saw me tearing inside, too young to understand the value of Self virtue, I guess I was too wounded from beating myself up,

“WHY DON’T YOU STAND-UP FOR YOURSELF”, Self would say on the daily.

They never saw me when I put on my best, face, laughing outside numb underneath.

They never saw me struggling to find joy in the midst of being an emotional toy–

get’n played with on the regular.

They never saw me turn a pillow into a roaring river;

They never counted one of my one hundred tears,

They never helped me figure out why I felt the urge to paint the wall with my own brain matter, calling it quits cause I didn’t think I mattered.

They never cared to see beyond what they wanted me to be!

They didn’t see the walls I built to shield my damaged psyche as they thought their jokes where funny– I hated being the punchline, “hahaha, he looks like______”;

“I’m fine” was my daily lie-n, they never saw, so I left them blind.

They never saw the pain from being made to feel shameful about being me.

They never saw my insecurities just the front’s I put up; pretending to be friendly when really I wanted to cut them deeper than I was hurting saying nothing to keep from bursting.

They didn’t see how the goofy clown I portrayed to be was just to contain the rage behind bars quite in a cage- silent but deadly.

They never saw how Jesus Christ saved my life more than once, living recklessly a life under the  influence of  liquor and blunts.

They never saw how My God brought me out of all this darkness into the bosom of his dear son.

But they will see me as I rise out of this mental pit they left me in.

They will see me as I bravely let my light shine without fear as I announce, “despite all your malicious tactics–

I’M STILL HERE”…..

 

 

An imagination, especially when extravagant and unrestrained; in other words…

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A FANTASY

by LIMITLESS

“what’s My fantasy woman like?”  

“Owww-man!”

She is a golden road to paradise; twice she has drawn from the well of my heart dipping into pools of romance and desire- at the center an unquenchable fire, blazing, grown’s of lust uncaging, for She is my fantasy.

“How did we meet?”

She caught eye as I entered into the room her fragrance consumed my senses,

Her sculpture I found delicious, my heart growing more ambitious with each step towards her.

(She turns)

In seconds our eyes lock, our souls talk, together we walk into a life one can only imagine;

glancing at her lips as they utter expectation

our conversation turns to verbal love making,

embracing mutual genius.

“I can’t believe this!”

our laughter shake’s heavenly rafters, “what?”, she asks- her voice the  tone of the finest silk.

Her lips carried the sweetest hint of milk chocolate.

Each second spent with her infinitely drives this want….

Then,

(eye’s open)

“The illusion ends…..”

It was a moment in the dream line of time;

She,

was my fantasy.

My eye’s close once again;

my mind flows reflecting on a not so distant reality, recalling visions of an alternate casualty,  

“I’ll find her one day!”

“I promise….”

 

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?….

Life has a great contrast lying with in, like two different dimensions coexisting in the same world,

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Living v.s Existing

LIMITLESS

Existing:
Breathe in, breathe out, birth ends with the first breaths taken in a life cursed in sin, confined to toil through time seeking for reason & purpose lost in despair surrounded by darkness and confusion, weighted burdens bared. False hope shaken off in drunken disillusions, its a crime of things, a King answering the whip when it sings tic-toc existing to punch a clock clock the only refuge taken in fifteen minutes of thought, chasing visions of desire for an existence higher. Fire set blaze to passion, now lay dreams Suffocated under the ashes of frustrations pain, labor much for little return poor mans gain; glossy eyes look to the sky searching for dreams lost in flame the cost of rebellions exchange. Methodical motions bound to drown in a dreary rain while life goes by merely existing….

Living:
Breath taken into soul sweet freedoms kiss awoke spirit within, then one soul salvaged from deaths clutches, washed & restored, when all said & done adopted one shown a manner of love that would call one son, no-longer by the sweat of braw shall one retrieve that which was sown by labor & deeds. Now by belief in speech shall one plant seeds of dreams in the field of grace savoring the taste of vision become flourish-ion.
Partaking in the divine nature given; forgiven of all trespasses now driven to achieve purpose realized when passion feeds strong desire, giving the reason for life in time not squandered but valued, one life worthy to be remembered, one legacy loved, one life lived & living….

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…

“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)