“He’s/or she’s a BEAST” is a term I hear all to frequently normally attributed to one that shows an act of complete dominance in an area: However we Have forgotten that it was a fallen angel in the form of a serpent; a subtle beast with an angelic essence dripping from it’s poisonous tongue. Delivering truth suppressant’s that defiled the ideal definition of true good: darkening the knowledge of man, the light we no-longer understand, thus Man became Fallen Man. The first victim of Reality Theft is now left with the fading memories of a paradise lost. He now tells his story. This is…

Faded Glory
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

How shall I begin…? Let’s see… I know! Take heed, don’t ignore me this is the story of faded glory. It started out like any other day in the garden, I spoke my orders & creation would obey. Giving creatures a title was my On the Job Training; then I’d walk with God in the cool of the day. But this day was different, it’s like my hearts desire spoke & my imagination listened, next thing I know… I’m asleep; when I awoke I scoped my vision. This is Woman, for she came from my wound. My desire became her desire which consumed us both; turning us from welcomed friends to casted out enemies- For little did I know- in the shadows loomed a serpent equipped with a plan to entice Man with the very thing God restrained him from- LORD THE WOMAN YOU GAVE ME- & so I bit, hoping the vision of new dimensions would begin to exist: But instead my eyes grew dark, as if the light in them quickly departed; I looked at that Woman unable to understand what my eyes perceived, the shame of our nakedness…

…we tried to retrieve the Glory that clothed us, but our garments became Ichabod, we tried to cover our shame by sewing fig leaves then the cool of the day came. I crouched low, like a beast, but my judgement still found me; I even tried to pass the buck but still ended up stuck with the blame. Our glory has faded our sin exchanged it; it departed from me- all because of THAT Serpent enticing THAT Woman you gave me…
MAN…! Now with the sweat of my brow I slave away the memories made before time became a value: before the onset of decay. I’ll never forget the day I stopped living: the day I stopped spiritually existing, or that split second of rebellion- how can I tell my children I failed them- I died inside the moment I held them, knowing their days where numbered. So I tell you this Enoch in case God comes to you in the cool of the day. Heed your elder don’t let your glory fade away….

Dream- a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. This is…

Dream Walker
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Here comes the resolution to the pains & sufferings that disillusioned my vision of pursuing my dreams, my station in creation, my place to which I’ve been created to apprehend; so why pretend? That my fate is dictated by my past coming to grips with my true self at last, recognizing my wealth lies with-in; in-depth I found the substance of Me in-grafted in the trinity, Holy I must be having exorcised the demons in memory. With an uplifted consciousness I walk in the realm where spirits abide. There’s no-longer a gap between the seen & unseen. I taste my reality in every dream. Scenes I’ve expected to see pour out from my faith bank treasury. I’ve been selected to be one who can transcend from the place of mere men. I stand regathered in mind & body: I stand whole from spirit to soul. Among the clouds I now stroll, ascending & descending Jacobs ladder a multidimensional traveler, taking tours through the mysteries that once intrigued me & as they unravel I find truth to be tangible in all his grandeur & luster. I stand in a cluster of like minded spirits bowed before the Ancient of Days as I await the refreshing flow of word’s anointed. Overflowing with expectation, overjoyed from revelation exposure being spiritually drunk but physically sober, I come to my senses in the presence of my one true witness. Then as he begins to speak to Me…
My eye’s open….

He is the way the truth and the life: He’s a supernatural King that cared enough to give his life that we may live & I’m so thankful. This is…

The Sacrifice of Truth
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

From the throne room to a virgins womb; sent on a mission to bring division like light and darkness, lie’s and honesty: too embrace those’s who greeted me with open hostility. I knew it was time to move when I heard the hearts of my people screaming for freedom; so I came to bleed for them. I AM the Light that leads them. I took the position of a servant until it was time to run, activated, about my Fathers business my story has begun. I recruited 12 witnesses to walk with me recording my works into history, their teachings would testify of Me. For the glory of my Father I despised the shame of open humiliation knowing from this I will inherit a nation, the ones who where rejected I have taken & perfected. I took their sin’s on, upon my shoulders, I carried them to the grave then rose to roll the stone from the face of the cave. I walked with my brethren, seen by five hundred of them, then ascended into the clouds glorified again….

Feelings that flood, emotions that overflow, heaviness that weighed on the strength you carry just means you’ve been: Caught- (to overtake someone) by the beginning of the end of your storm; this is…

Caught
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor

Caught in a tear drop storm, time stands still granting a break from the norm; tears fall caught up in the course of it all, felling like I hit a wall, motivation hit a stall caught up in a tear drop water fall. Tear drops fall from a hopeless expression, red eyed & exhausted from the none stop. Expecting my change to come with the greeting of a new Sun. I look around surveying this frozen scene, so serene knowing my own pain, coveting solace from this troublesome tempest; I wish this storm could wash away the burdens these tears display. Caught in a tear drop storm awaiting the day Daybreaks, transforming this disturbance of tears into a calm so tranquil leaving me thankful to see the joyful ray’s of sun-shine letting me know that it’s my time….

Forsake me not, O LORD: O my God, be not far from me. ( psalms 38: 21) LORD…

Don’t Forget Me
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

My tears fall, my fists are worn & bloodied from beating on the wall, my stomach twists & turns from the grief’s & struggle’s that grip my soul. My thoughts retreat to the inner most depths of myself; hoping to grasp some ancient strength that’s been deposited in me before the formation of time. My mind holds on to the promises that inhabit my dreams; my screams of frustration, pain, & suffering drive the fervency of my prayer’s & as I push through the shadow of my sorrowful despair; I gather in the desires of my heart- only able to release one humble request. LORD DON’T FORGET ME….

“Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth”(John 17:17) As we deal with the hidden issues in our hearts- that have been bared under lie’s & facade’s- We’ll find our truths, the treasure’s & rich’s God has placed with-in us. After we uncover & expose those deep dark places of our hearts as the light of the truth shines forth so shall Christ Jesus shine forth from with-in you. “But as many as received him, to them gave he the right to become children of God, even to them that believe on his name”: (John 1:12)

A Journey with-in
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Severing deep thoughts my eye’s open to the split of reality; sad to see mindset boundaries blocking me from the treasures with-in. Many areas still undiscovered riches yet to be uncovered. Striving to navigate the hidden depths of my own heart which from the start beat deceit- a desperately wicked agenda it would seek: But now transplanted through redemption’s deed; What died on that day where the doubts that restrained me, the motives that shamed me, & the fear that drained me. I’m free now to dive into the deep. Searching my own heart I start to find the diverse reminders that where locked & hidden away; they begin to display what’s real & what deserves to be cast away, leaving my soul exposed, as the darkness passes, fleeing from the light of the truth like the stars flee from the bringer of a new day. I played this game with Self- I asked for the deep truth & Self would bring me shallow lie’s- until Self became selfless revealing myself; now finally able to see beyond the veil my eye’s grasp hold of a light Birthed through Selfs’ travail. Now done with my soul searching, treasures bursting, riches quenching my thirsting… I’m flourishing… Traveling freely through the world I project. From my new out-look I see the truth of life- I can’t tell if I’m awake or if I’m dreaming this- seeing this blissful truth that’s sweeter then Paradises’ kiss. What I’ve gained on this journey through my hellish shame, having lost my life when I past through the valley of guilt & pain, after I laid my burdens down in confessions rain, & purified Myself in hopes flames. I obtained a reality with no boundaries, no guilty conscious holding me hostage; just power to be Me free to wonder in the dreams I see….

Prophetic- having the function or powers of a prophet, as a person. Language- faculty or power of speech. This is…

Prophetic language
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

Pure sight given to an open mind able to see the clear victory, broadcasting the source of me. The Spirit of God peered into open soul inserting words more precious than gold. Heart felt whispers flood minds eye swelling with hope uttered by the sweet spirit of redemptions decree; power reigns over thee for the crown of a King dwells upon ye. We are all the body of a Kingdom manifested, in body it rested. The first born of many brethren dwelt in womb; Birthed on purpose he walked among men spirit in flesh our language reflects him; his testimony the spirit of prophecy audibly shaping creation till Christ is shaped in thee. Pre-alined instruction moved in construction until a fruitful tree broke through Earths crust in movement with the intent of apprehending all before time sits still. The will of God still contained in words woven in revelation mystery foretold when preached: so believer stand bold speak forth the promise told & watch creation unfold its treasure’s for a Man God made to obtain his plan, by grace dispensed without measure. Through faith our speech orchestrates forever our place in Kingdoms Estates….

This is another addition to my Free-writing series; I wrote this to Coldplay’s ‘PARADISE’, I had to write to it, to me that song is on the list of Coldplay’s all-time greats. This is…

Life in One Breathe
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

The release of breathe let’s me know that time is still left there’s life left to live so I give my all changing direction like Saul to Paul from my fall I rise to a place where angels fly my only limits rest in my minds eye unlocked potential this battle is all mental I’m my best asset & my heaviest burden so what must I learn then Mind changes as I suck out the venomous poison’s left by failures past I cast out the old & invite in the dreams of a bold new future free from pains’ residue only to my promise will I hold true clinging to the picture visions’ master piece it’s paradise I speak of where dwells only Gods love true peace on earth is found when this Son dominates every thing around footsteps pound I chase my hopes my tears fuel passions’ rage as faith carries me on to the next page….

We all have moments of weakness; But that’s all they are, moments: it’s only when you make it through you realize how strong you really are & where your strength comes from. This is my…

Despair
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Rain drops water the dreams in my head they grant their strength before hope is dead; what fed passion in a moment of weakness has been sealed for rations; in this emergency I plead for the winds of change to fan my soul to flames, pains in mind, deposits of heart issues, my issues might befuddle a few, but only if you knew the weight of just one shoe, so before you judge this man ask yourself what carried you out of the place you once claimed to stand. I feel the sorrow of a stars dwindling light: But still I fight, I guess there’s no quit in me after all, just a hidden confidence that I WILL NOT FALL. So I call upon the power of a Fathers love to lift me up above this suffering sucking the will to still carry on.
I awake from night terrors screaming “HOW LONG” this Agony must have an end so I spend countless amounts of energy just remaining me- up beat parading a smile spirits’ high hope stretching further then a mile, I count the tear drops I wish to shed, I pray that this night my dreams would have peace from my dread….

I grew up in Seattle next to Lake Washington; “The Lake” as we called it, even to this day, provided many childhood adventures growing up; A lot memories are stored there so I wrote this poem to… I guess to say thank you to that special place in the history of me & many of the people who shared that place with me as kids. This is…

I want to go back
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I want to go back. Back to the place where my childhood is buried: back where my memories rest in peace. I want to go to the place where my peaceful thoughts where conceived; I want to go back to where I traveled through the vortex of laughter; where I was caught up to a place where only the imagination mattered. O, how I miss that place- the sand in my hand: the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. I miss the sound of the breeze & the rustle of the trees. I miss the Sunday afternoons where we would ride our bikes till we saw twilights moon. I miss watching the sunlight dance a waltz atop the waters tranquil surface. That place… That place was my refuge: my midnight prayer closet- so many thoughts I shared with the stars in the chill of night, our conversations where endless. The smooth roar of traffic on I-90 plays a soft lullaby while I flip through memories of childhood faces, friends & loved ones who have been long separated from eyes capture, some have fallen asleep lying still, at peace; some have gone on to make places of their own. So today I would like to say thank you to that place; the guardian of my childhood memories: the watchman over my most sacred thoughts: the caretaker of my spoken dreams. Maybe one day I will return to once again gaze at your treasured scene’s; until we meet again I just wanted to say thank you to my childhood friend….