Sometimes we get so caught up in the urgency of completing our task, trying to grab that last piece of the puzzle that will bring everything together in our lives that we find ourselves forgetting to commit our ways to the Lord, we find ourselves lost lacking Gods direction, we find ourselves burning with intense…

This speaks to my today, even tho’ I wrote it five years ago!

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URGENCY

By Edward Taylor III

My sense of urgency is burning me,

My tears fall with intense fervency,

The hunger for purpose is yearning to bursting free,

With my eye’s of faith I dissect my path with the accuracy of a surgeons craft;

I can see past the clouds of gray looking forward to my sunny day;

So I pray with expectation, actively wait’n, for the day I will change this nation,

Realizing greatness is patient I turn from frustration, depression, & unrighteous aggression,

I calm my spirit that I may learn my lesson, immersing myself into wisdom,

Preparing my mind to comprehend vision;

MY SENSE OF URGENCY IS BURNING ME SO,

My anxiousness is taunting me like Edgar’s crow,

NEVERMORE!

NEVERMORE!

Nevermore will I allow the trial of my patience to vex me so heavily ;

My urgency is urging me to launch out before my time,

But I will not trade my…

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Once you realize this is your time, your moment, and your opportunity to grasp a foothold to your dreams, what is there left to do! you must gather up every ounce of perseverance and determination, having them at the ready, when you set yourself to….

TAKE AIM

by LIMITLESS

Searching for Peace Eternal

I scribe in my heart journal burnable is the fuel to ignite the desire

Fire

Burns higher

I can smell the fumes of success the beauty of blessed

no-longer a guest in my own dreams

it seems

this work has developed a blazing story of discovered glory

this fury

fired ambitions towards the stars

reaching

for

Promise….

“no matter HOW FAR-“

“I will NOT become..,”

“The Tragedy of a Shooting Star….!”

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

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….

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…

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.”

When two friends find themselves caught in a situation requiring both of them to make a choice between equally undesirable alternatives, ignoring what they really want, together they dance atop a knifes edge. This is…

DILEMMA

by LIMITLESS

 

What do we do?

 

Do we choose to lose this friendship for a potential love forever after,

 

or do we risk pain-

 

we  may never come to this place again;

 

Torn from remaining friends, we walk away from each others hurt feelings

 

never again speaking,

 

or,

 

Do we venture into this wondrous bliss;

 

should we enlist this forbidden kiss,

 

or do we stay-

 

silent….

 

What do we do?

 

Girl,

 

I’m ask’n-

 

You…?

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….

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”…..

 

 

Phoenix- A mythical bird that periodically burned itself to death and emerged from the ashes as a new phoenix. According to most stories, the rebirth of the phoenix happened every five hundred years. Only one phoenix lived at a time. This is….

THE FIRE BIRD

by LIMITLESS

In the ash’s of the past I hush the subconscious moving through the super-conscious flowing

thoughts caught in a rush to bust out of thought-full of unchained dreams bought freedom with

blood stained screams birthed from flames speaking this, “heed this the Sun I kiss witness the

flight of a Phoenix” weaving this path together picture perfect  now I exit the atmosphere letting

out my last tear the signal of no fear pressing into the beyond blue sky high I fly upon winds

which carry the voice of my Father I hear stronger passing through wisdom cloud’s dropping

their gem’s taking it in walking the realm where Moon and Sun blend I rise again….

We have had way to many tragedies lately envolving racism in the U.S. which ended in the murder of young black men and women; why can’t we understand that the only chance we have as a race of humans is to put down and abolish these petty hatreds toward one another!!! I guess where just too…

FRACTURED

by LIMITLESS

I hold on to the dream of a King;

dreaming of a world-wide accord,  

people actually striving together to reach the finish-line at the same-time;

if we all walked with one mind disagreements would become hard to find

walking with eye’s open,

wide is the view as we push through hatred, bigotry, and racism

finally able to see we all bleed the same scarlet shade,  

so why can’t we be sista’s and brotha’s?  

I guess we missed the memo:

“this just in we all stem from the same origin”,

so why can’t we be kin?

is it because of the color of our skin or are we just too fractured with-in

unable to call each other brethren “human race” broken and separate I guess when it comes to

world peace I’m somewhat of a skeptic  

GOD HELP US ALL….

Sometimes making a decision isn’t cut and dry, sometimes it takes serious thought to gather enough strength and courage to step out into the unknown; many of us have had a conversation going on in our heads as we weigh possible life changing options. This is…

A Double Minded Conversation

by LIMITLESS

Why?!

Why do I hide who I am?

Am I afraid,

that if I show my true self exposing my souls wealth I might get robbed of all dignity

and honor

Why when Self & I talk it sounds like a barter;

Self & I involved in a give and take debate leaving

Me to mediate:

Self: “ YOU KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE, SO SHOW IT”

I:  “if I show all, I may fall in front of everyone, my fear has become”-

Self: “ BONDAGE, to You and Me, COME ON”

I: “I JUST WANT TO BE FREE;  that’s what I told Me”

Self:  “BUT HE AGREED WITH my-Self.”

I:  “I can’t deny the truth Self, but”

Self: “What! that’s not enough?”  “I’m tired of feeling crushed. I WANT YOU OUT.”

I: “I WANNA GET OUT, of my shell hidden no longer, that’s the only way WE will get stronger.”

Self: “Finally we agree…!”

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

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….”