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” what do feelings have to do with it “? Is a quandary you might encounter when you consider how you should respond to the situations & emotional demands of life. I bless God for his word that keeps me rooted & grounded in sanity. This is…

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How do I feel…
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

How do I feel… Like my whole life’s go’n a stray;
How do I feel… Like given it all up today;
How do I feel… Like throwin my soul away….

Then I hear God say…
What do feelings gotta, What do feelings gotta do with it…?

My life in a whirlwind chaotic tale-spin don’t know up from down, cycle stays course, round & round,
Friends tell me ” dig deep” but no resolve I found; Just Sit’in here frustrated sippin the tears of a clown. I hear my wonderful counselor say; Son put that glass down, you have so much to hope for you’re on the winning team Son & the score is more then you can imagine or dream, you’ve already won, I’m taking your hand in my favor you’ll stand; I’m changing your name from sorrow to champion, from stepped on to step up raise’in you up out the mire & muck; I’ve prepared a place for you at the table of the esteemed for I’ve made you to rule…
I made you a King…

How did I feel… Like my whole life’s going a stray.
How did I feel… Like given it all up today.
How did I feel… Like throwing my soul away….

Then I heard God say…
What do feelings gotta, What do feelings gotta do with It….

A moment shared between Father & Son. This is…

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My Son…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

My Son lay’s his head on my chest; the rhythm of my heart beat soothes him, the timing of my breath moves him to rest. I look at the spitting image of me right before my eye’s; it’s amazing to realize how beautiful this gift is, so peaceful as he insists on using me for a pillow. I look over his features discerning which ones belong to me. I thank God for his spirit, his attitude paints a perfect picture of me at his age, my parents take pleasure when they see me chasing My Son around, they say paybacks a mother isn’t it, I just laugh & frown as I continue to chase him around: But in this moment all is at peace & a Fathers heart is full of joy looking down at my slumbering little boy. My Son, my tiny little man, lay still & dream safely in Daddy’s hands….

Abduction- Law. The illegal carrying or enticing away of a person, especially by interfering with a relationship, as the taking of a child from its parent. This is…

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Abduction
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

“Back in tha day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again”….

Remembering way back when I was a child holding my pain with-in, driven to sin: a mark of one trying to fit in. Mistakes taken with a grain of salt, I remember screaming in the mirror, “IT’S YOUR FAULT”. Time taught me through harsh tasks to master my maturity: but Me is all I wanted to be. See my childhood was all good- from the outside, yet inside a little child was struggling to survive.

I went from rejection to rejection until low-self esteem became my inception, the tears I shed fell with perfection. Silent screams raptured in dreams, escaping reality through my imagination helped me build dreams worth chase’n; I wrapped them in a fist of iron to keep them protected, vowed that my life will be one respected. So much held in, misunderstood thoughts found strength in a pen; when ink mated with paper, the purging flames of desire forged the nature of a fighter.

Years went by & I’m older now, bolder now, but this world still seems colder now: I sit wishing I could find that inner child now; I’d tell him thanks for the memories, for the joy found in the midst of the storm sent to destroy; I wish I could find that little boy who sat back watching cartoons. Reminiscent thoughts lost in the view of the moon. I’m hoping that lost little boy would be found soon….

“Back in the day when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore, but somedays I sit and wish”….

I only pose one question to you: What will you do with the time you’ve been given? This is…

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Time Calls…
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

In life times burdens pass weights off on shoulders as fragile as glass, yet strong enough to carry the load, pushin pass the temptations to fold; felling the chill of time, winters wind blows cold, unforgiving pressures pull at my strength until I obtain an attitude that won’t quit. Time squeezes out every ounce of patients, like grapes in a winepress, feeling expectations stress: but knowing time has a great reward in store. I press through the unrest to stretch into the age that is timeless, mind less involved with Failures’ comforts, realizing discomfort comes when I begin to believe; believing that the dreams I chase are worth capturing. Factoring in time, like each word is formed into rhyme, I consider my actions. LORD teach me to number my days, I can’t spend times value away. I await the call from Time telling me to coruem daou before the sand behind the glass fades away; so I say “to Hell with all my doubts & the fears that breed them”, My time is spent capturing my dreams, even if you don’t believe in them….

To simply put it this is a prayer of desperation

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Desperation
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I proceed to the throne, every weight I bare has the stench of ” alone “; I boldly come with my situations laying my burdens down, asking if you would lift my cares hearing my cries of despair. My heart bleeds as my soul pleads for your strength- I’ve come to the end of myself having done all I could do, God I need you! Bring me through, remember your Son when I call please don’t let me fall; lift me up all I need from you is one touch, one taste of your grace, just one word to erase and replace all doubt. I lay abased in humility hungry to be in your presence, your loving comfort thrusts me into complete reverence. I need you O’ God. I am desperate for you; activate the hope that lies with-in. One word of faith is all it will take to… change my life….

This is another poem from my brilliant daughter who seems to be fallowing in her dads footsteps. This is…

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WHAT IS JAZZ?
by Elena Taylor

What is jazz?
Jazz is smooth
Jazz is calm
Jazz is something that has been around sense I was young
Jazz is truth
Jazz is the onething that can people can say is”flows with the grace of god”
Jazz is flowing through our life like a river that last
Jazz is important to me because it’s not like music these days.
Music these days all they talk about is losing someone and fornication. But jazz has deeper meaning to a life period
Jazz is nothing else but jazz.

In the midst of a righteous heart burns a most intense passion fueled by an unchained desire; This is…

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An Authentic Desire
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I want to be in the place where peace dwells where the fruit of imputed righteousness avails where the power of God prevails where I can see beyond my circumstance beyond my feelings beyond my own reasonings this is my desire to walk with a heart of holy flame pumping the blood of an overcome through my veins I want to will to do the will of my master a servant executing the desire of my Father a Son raised in truth dedicated to spread the word that I heard with signs & wonders trailing behind the light & power of the divine….

The Twelve Roses of tragedy is a poem I wrote after being inspired by the heart wrenching film ‘For Colored Girls’; the drama, raw emotion, & poetry in that film stirred up my creative juices moving me to write something that captured that same raw emotional essence, this is the result. This poem is meant for mature readers only. If you are easily offended by shrewd language & content you might want to skip this post. This is raw and uncut; you’ve been warned. If you like it please leave me a comment too let me know what you thought thank you for reading. This is…

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The Twelve Roses of Tragedy
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I see you Sista, red eyed, eye’s full of tears & sorrow.

I hear your despair as you tell your story.

“This nigga had the audacity, after all that BULLSHIT, to send some damn roses”, she said as she gazed at the roses in disgust, Her thoughts running in a chaotic fuss. She mulled over the representation of each one.

I suppose the first represents how I got swindled by his charismatic penis; seduced into giving up the gift I had preserved for my honeymoon.

The second rose must be for the time, after the tenth time, when I found out He was ten years married…

That BASTARD!

The third one must be the barer of his apologies; His, “I’m sorry baby”; His, “I’ll leave her next month baby”, and don’t let me forget this classic, “just be patient baby this is hard for me”,

NERGO PLEASE…

I’ll never forget the way I fell to my knees when you said, “I’m sorry baby but that’s not my baby”….

The fourth has too be for when I took him back after he said to me, “Baby please, my wife just left me after She found out about our two year old son”

– “Man I must have wanted some bbbaaaddd to have taken his dumb-ass back.”

The Fifth one is kinda for the time you slapped me sooo hard I went blind for 12 seconds- right…?

Thats all I can remember…?!

Damn….

Six…

hmmm…

OH YEAH I know.

Six must be for after that day when my cousins found you & them size twelves pounded you; settling the score when they nearly drowned you…,

you dirty prick!

Seven must be for Deven- the only man who made me believe there is a God in Heaven; He made me believe that good men DO exist.

Eight… Eight is for the eighty eight tears I shed in the E.R. waiting room, while the Doctors tried to sow up Devens exit wounds left by your bullets.

YOU MURDER!!!

Nine is for the nine months Deven & I had before you ended our time, I can still see the muzzle flashes left by your nine…

I hope you rot in Hell!

I’m glad you got life with no hope for parol. Now it’s time for the healing of my soul.

Ten simply represents the end of this vicious cycle.

Well on too Eleven..,

Eleven has gotta be for the eleven days you have left before they threw the switch;

You gasped your last breath-

I hope you see me starring at you smiling on the other side of this glass.

Twelve roses where waiting for me when I returned home that day.

1st I was stuck, frozen, when I read your last apologetic token.

It read, “I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. I’m so sorry for the hurt & the loss you must’ve felt or may be still feeling. This is my last request, Please forgive me for what I’ve done & please tell our son-

“blah blah blah”….

I saw you Sista, red eyed, tears full of sorrow; I saw your despair. I heard the vexation of your soul when you said,

“I can’t believe he had the audacity to send me some damn roses”…

“Ain’t that some shit”….

“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…

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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…

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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….