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In your darkest time where it seems like nothing else can motivate you forward, not even a hope for you too cling to, it is in that time you receive an enormous strength to push forward from a voice inside you, seeming to come from out of nowhere, to remind you of your expected end. This is…

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A Still Small Voice
By LIMITLESS

My vision dims looking down the barrel of a dark tunnel, seeking for the light at the end.

Footsteps I count as the waves of the past wash them out, behind I find nothing that attracts my focus- “so this is the path to my dreams”? I ask myself.

The ground I walk on is covered in broken promises, which pierce my blistered skin like shards of glass under foot.

My blood and sweat testify of a determined heart, yet, in this darkness the temptation to part from path beckons me the more.

I was so sure, when I awoke from a fantastical epiphany, that everything would be so easy.

Oh my breath is wheezy, my chest heavy with the weight of my desire.

A tear falls becoming lost to the flames of my heart, evaporating my burdens into the budding sky, where my dreams lie.

Wishing I could fly to the end of this journey, but for this path I have been named worthy too walk the tracks of my future, shaping it with every step,

Hope keeps my soul far from death and yet I see no light at the end,

Then I hear a voice, which sparks an explosion, consuming the fumes of doubt in its brightness.

It speaks these sweet words softly to my soul, “continue to walk for you shall reap the blessings of your heart, if you faint not”….

You’ve heard the saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” before; well If a picture is worth a thousand words then a tear is worth a thousand pictures. There is so much of the soul captured in a tear, if you will, I would like to interpret the words a tear can display. This is…

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Tears Have Voices
By LIMITLESS

Free falling like a diamond studded shooting star, shimmering in the darkness,

Reflecting the reflection of moments treasured.

History is secured with-in my bosom, several occasions I can speak from, choose one.

None can know the burden I carry, the joy and sorrow your heart buries.

Such cruelty,

Such kindness,

I, like my brethren testify of this, the outward expression of substantial fervor,

By definition I pour from the flesh of the observer, furthermore, I am the server,

carrying away the weights that rest heavy on your soul,

Molding every emotion into a portrait.

Slowly forming speech that speaks of sheltered feelings lingering on the mind.

I find my purpose in the emergence of the soul.

Oh! The secrets that I hold.

The heart that releases me I see as fearless and bold.

Though cold is my existence, my time is wrapped in a short journey of self purging, truth bursting, in what is displayed.

A shattering impact, I kiss the ground, fracturing like a flowed crystal under pressure,

I lay broken,

With my purpose served and voice heard I leave you with this thought

When your tears are observed,

what story did they tell when they fell, heavy, with many words…

Change can have an effect on the course of a life, so profound, its ripple is felt for generations. In the time it takes to breathe the moment is decided and your life will never be the same. This is…

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The Breath of Change
By LIMITLESS

Simple seconds tick away but the effects are strong enough to alter a day

The way has been re-adjusted stagnate footsteps have been thrusted

By its abruptness plus this is timeline surgery giving direction with urgency

Avoiding destruction maintaing course in its function provoking moments of anxiety

Resting in trust transformation happening to adjust

Just one second shifted the arrangement to avert ambush

Emergency intervention to change a thought to a decision

Quenching distractions flame before it rose with the attraction of a rose the snare of the soul froze

No!

Hinderance will be tolerated life will flow as God made it

Your dreams will produce the works they painted that’s why he saved it

Your road to demise his breath changed it

Like a funnel of wind rise up and take it the victory you where ordained to embrace it…

Quickly…!

We all have a hope after this life is done, a final destination, a peaceful reservation; this is mine. This is…

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PEACEFUL…

By LIMITLESS


My eye’s close,

The clouds open,

Parting,

Revealing the way to a golden road

Which rises from the misty ground

Surrounded by praise I follow my

Gaze

Drawn by rays of light I’ve never

Seen

Before me is a scene so beautiful it’s

Almost unusual this feeling that has

Overtaken my legs weaken and

My

Knees shake when pearl gates open

Up

To me My history is read to me as

My

Name is declared from a book titled

“Life”

There is a settling of heaviness

Placed

Upon my shoulders I’m at a loss for

Words…

A tap on my arm brings me back to

My

Dream seen I lift up my head the

Shock

And awe of sweet solace brings

Tear’s

To eye’s once filled with hope

Scoping

Promise now with no fear I hear the

Call to

“COME UP HERE”

And dwell in the grips of loves

Embrace-ing tasting truth

Far from the bitterness of deception

I’ve

Stepped in to the courts of

Righteousness my feet land upon a

Crystal floor the torture of morality I

Feel

No more lonely nights visited at

Noonday I stay where I prayed for

This

Freedom an exquisite deliverance I

Fall

Once again as if spine was broken

With-in then a smile rises on a

Thankful

Sculpture frozen with gratitude I am

Moved emotions catch motion as I

See

The dawning of a familiar friend…

I AM home again….

Deliverance from the power and penalty of sin; redemption. This is…

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Salvation…!
By LIMITLESS

This is a place where the real exist, in the dimension of fellowship. Catch a tight grip-hold of the one who’s foot prints layer streets with gold. Too potent is the potentate, the Holy one, King victorious, the more then one; In him dwelt the God head bodily.

In the beginning three spoke from one essence audibly all said,”Let,” then light illuminated waste, formed Earths foundations, and gave life it’s taste.

Breath…,

Breathing…,

Breath…,

Breathing animation into creation, the impossible way, he paved them by thought from throne. By Wisdom God foreordained time and gave it its course. It was preordained that The Word came to walk the planet ’till he founded Eden where he formed and fashioned Man.

The Word breathed in him knowing that sin would soon be seen in Man-
Adam, one, plus woman forged a son from a seed that would yield a limitless harvest.

How awesome is the Inexhaustible mercy of the throne keeper. The Father, Son, and Spirit had a plan that included a great feature in future the Son would come to purge sin from Man bringing a flesh reliant law to an end by Word in skin.

The Son would do once that which never would be needed again, salvation from sin. Redirecting the hope in his chosen giving motion once again to clay animation, life after spiritual death…,

Revelation….

His written word gives the visual, his breath is left residually replenishing life’s true meaning, obedience over sacrifice.

One lamb shed innocent blood to transfer life. He slit ties to corruption by way of a…, spiritual blade, now we lay in the life and breath that Christ gave when he defined the phrase, “I am saved….”

This is a story of a tormented soul who is caught between having what she dreamt of while still longing for the terror she cleanly escaped- or so she thought. This is…

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The sacrifice of a dream…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

She had it all in hand, the hidden desires of her dream man, yet she began longing for the mistreatment, the arrows of deceit meant for her dreams, sucking her vision dry leaving nothing to hope and when she awoke from this fantasy her dream man asked her if she could see them dwelling in the valley of passion.

He brought her gifts everyday. He would play her heart strings, a sweet melody they would sing, bringing her esteem to the level of queen; but she secretly stood plotting and lusting for the harsh words that mocked at her every aspiration. Giving her the feeling of ending it all- as if death would call off the dogs bitting and devouring at her soul…

Her nightmares painted vivid scenes, her dream man attempted to comfort her morning screams, his heart even more driven to cleans her of the tortured images in her mind, but she still found her soul crying out for the seduction of her abuser,

As if the confusion in her released a sense of pleasure her dream man could not satisfy, no matter how hard he would try;

And every-time he would ask about her past she would shed tears of sorrow, while inside she laughed, as if to say the pain was her validation or the reason she refused to forsake the memories of her scared heart…

Now comes her dream man with ring in hand asking for her vow of love. He came granting her promises pure as a dove adorned in sanctified white,

But still, upon the battlefield of her mind, she felt her soul was defined by every bruise she suffered, every drop of blood she shed, and every expression of the antithesis of love that was said.

Even still she excepts his hand flaunting the ring of her dream man. She begins to think, “now’s the time to release myself from all the darkness of my past;” transitioning herself into the realm of light. But no! the thorns of bitterness claim their grip making a three fold cord that’s not easily ripped.

Now after years of this struggle her dream man is brought to his bare essence, pledging his love still, even unto death. For the love of she he willingly would express in the giving of his last breath. Hoping that this final display of his heart would free she from the bondage of tragedy.

Her dream man gasps his last in the effort to win, but her nightmare traps her heart again she willingly opts for sin,

Lusting to be trapped in the maze of depression, where she awaits the resurrection of the man of her dreams, hoping once again he would bring an everlasting peace to her lust-filled screams;

Once and for all quenching the flames of her malicious nightmares, by the bloody sacrifice of her mans dream….

Witness the birth of art, from inception to flourish-ion, This is…

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The Poet-Tree
By LIMITLESS

It starts off as a sprout of light that rises out of the heart;

It is the growth of inspiration when it has over taken pages that once laid vacant.

Its leaves receive nourishment from the lavish rays of illumination.

Its roots plunge deep into the soul, extracting the minerals of life.

The shoot begins to grow with each added line and paragraph.

With each pen stroke it rises above every obstacle, pushing upwards towards the warmth of discovery,

Where it expands it’s branches in a marvelous display of emotion.

Its sun kissed buds beautify this portrait with the color of life, their alluring fragrance entices the mind.

Its fruits begin to ripen with the completion of each thought,

Then they burst with the sweetest taste of innovation.

It has matured, displaying the perfection of patience,

Standing distinct among its peers commanding all eyes to be attentive.

This Tree has become the desire of many who seek its shade, its shelter, its solace….

At times we find ourselves caught in a place between commitment and forfeit; those moments are when you have to dig the deepest to find the strength to keep fighting on, to give it one…

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Last Shot
By LIMITLESS

One shot lost before I had time to let my tears reload feeling like I got sold a no win ticket feeling stuck in my place like a widget is true love a gimmick or will it show for what it is something worth holding on to besides a house full of kids where’s my home the place my peace can freely roam I guess I missed the caution signs was I really walking that blind was loneliness the cloud in my mind I thought she was sent to be an Angel to rescue me not to be the source of frustration waxen old wearing down my patience feeling the place in my heart’s growing vacant still waiting for my bride to uncover the real trying hard to disregard what I feel starving my inner desires to do what I will and kill all the grief in my life… Let me load up one more shot to sling breath at doubt when it shows up keeping my eye on the promise until I grow up I hope to reach it before all hell blows up in one aggressive out burst I’m through carrying the stresses God take this weight that presses the pressures seem overwhelming ignorant kind words aren’t helping what is it worth merely excepting that this is what it is time to reboot the program ‘Successful’ or wrap love in grave close for it’s burial….

Conclusion- a final statement or end to a matter. This is…

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Conclusion
By LIMITLESS

Can’t wait till I see my seal broken open treasures soak in motion coasting through my avenue few get to view life from highest like this brightness brings spice to this quit nice with this abnormal crisis flipped now it’s righteousness might with this power position portion when I listen to heavens rhythms my vision gets driven mission focused success minded I shed’d my past fast on the gas future heading direction blessing nesting on my throne resting haven strived for this poured blood sweat and soul for this white robes shine in this righteousness right fit I was made to carry the weight of the glory of my King God Jesus I sing praises to him Christ made it with-in formed and fashioned by a trial of fire conformed to a faith perspective from the lowest to the highest crown by his GRACE through faith MERCY I’ve been found lost no more sorrow is no more stopped the tragic tears that fell from blind eye’s that now behold Life Christ anointed thankful to be a Son appointed too the abundant life of TRUTH….

It Wasn’t My Choice. This is a poem that was sparked from a discussion in my College class concerning Ethics and Diversity, it was brought to light on how quickly we judge a person based on no more than their outward appearance, skin color, manner of speech, the way they wear their cloths, how their ethnicity, age group, & finical position is depicted by the media, the list goes on. What I took from that discussion is that none of us had any say on how we would enter this world, the only thing we do have the power to influence & effect is how we live in the world we see; that still remains a gift from God: the ability to effect a change- if he has given that gift to you and only if you recognize it & use it for the bettering of those who pass through Your world. This is…

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It Wasn’t My Choice
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

To whom it may concern,

It wasn’t my choice that my ancestors where hunted and gathered, stripped from their homeland, and viciously removed from their roots; they where shoveled on board ships piled on top of one another treated like animals forced to the slaughter.

It wasn’t my choice that the monarchs and patriarchs of the American Blackman where sold as property: the selected would go to the highest bidder screaming, “winner winner chicken dinner,
pack ’em up boys them My niggers.”

It wasn’t my choice that many would die in transit or that many had to struggle to survive in conditions inhumanly drastic.

It wasn’t my choice that stripes on the back of my forefathers would create a wound generations deep, even after Lincoln preached his copper tone speech.

It wasn’t my choice that the past heartbeats of slaves escaping to their freedom would still be heard in the music, the poetry, and the pages of true American History.

It wasn’t my choice to be born in a country that hates my skin; hated because I tan better than them, or am I hated because I’m seemingly more athletic, or is it because my history reminds them of their sin?

It wasn’t my choice so stop asking me “what you do’n here boy?” Stop questioning my motives when I’m stuck in an elevator with your insecure conscience- you reck of fear.
Stop assuming you know what I’m thinking.

Shall I apologize because you’ve been seduced by the media monsters’ propaganda?

Shall I apologize for the way my people struggle to survive committing crimes because they to are also blind: But let me remind you that it was you who limited their opportunities: it was you who caroled them into ghetto reservations gave them guns flashed material gains shipped in drugs you spread your money around to entice told them this is your God you must love it to death- & so they die daily. Let me remind you that it was you who fooled them into thinking your way of life was the key to happiness, fine clothes, nice cars, beautiful women, you advertised the lie that this is clean live’n; & you have the audacity to whine about the violence and atrocities you observe when it was your brain child birthed from an evil heart that started this madness pouring gasoline on a spark turning a minor candle flame into a fiery hurricane.

I just want you to think about that before you deflect the blame for Americas pain and remember that it wasn’t my choice that I came: But it is my choice to make a change to the course of all this chaos bringing order to the blood line of Kings & Princess’s. it is my choice to make a change that will imprint generations that will grow strong & tall rising above all, it is my choice to change the world I see- starting with me….

Sincerely yours,
An American Black Man