There is a Kingdom we who believe have access to: But until we realize it we must continue to press towards the prize attained in Christ by Grace through Faith we set our gaze upon the mark. This is…

Kingdom Gazing
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Gazing at a past fading away like image in glass at last reality has come; future movements in the work that is done. Already formed when the foundations of nations where the essence of mere thought, God spoke heavenly decisions mans thoughts wrapped in divine visions. Future behold! The coming of the present; Kingdom Son creations groaning for thy kingdom to come. Groaning for the Son to dispel the vanity & bring forth the sun in the glory of your majesty: Let it rise to guide man out of darkness perceiving a greater light by the preceding word of faith, no stumbling blocks on the road of grace, where the sinful history has been erased. Stay on pace & live in every breath you take knowing this: That the trails that come can never shake faith or obscure your vision from Gods Kingdom Gates….

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

Living v.s Existing

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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….

There is a place in the absence of sound where we are met with a most peculiar opportunity for self evaluation & self discovery. This is…

Moments of Silence
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

A moment of silence the calm before the storm, the space between abstract & norm, the void betwixt the breaths of anxieties pulse, the lull in time & space where the whispers of the sub-conscience congregate. A moment of silence taken to grieve; A moment to ponder on what one believes. The place where God holds the courts of truth, the moment where one reflex on the time as a youth.

A moment of silence a moment of peace the moment where all cares fall as an autumn leaf. A moment in the beauty of harmonious serenity; the place where one finds an undefined ability to overcome all odds.

A moment when one takes time to search the depths of the soul. The silent moments where inspiration voices its commands bringing life to plan. A moment of silence where tears are gathered in memories time capsule, emotions boxed in silent castles, refusing to be announced.

It is said that “silence is golden”, if that be the case, let us take a moment to discover the many treasures Silence is holden….

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. (Genesis 1:1-3 KJV)

Birth of spoken word
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Gross darkness ruled the realm; movement rendered num & motionless emotions missed this soulless abyss; this unlit canvas, this formless void; like soil awaiting the arrival of seed it rests purposeless; this darkness, this empty space full of life it contained, waiting for the day preordained; its day promised its desire to fulfill thought admonished by imagination breathing with intent awaiting illumination of expectation: then came the exhale of change…. What preceded next was the first commandment to creation. Forth came the words that set picture into frame words that began all, seen & unseen, words orchestrated in thought then spoken to the deep… LET THERE BE LIGHT…
These Words no-longer hidden spoken words etched into history as it is written… & there was Light & God saw the light, that it was good….

We who believe must continue through the trial’s & opposition’s that life brings. Trusting in God who gave us the grace-full ability to clinch our hands around victory: that is our faith which overcomes the world, this is what we must hold on to. Until our…

Journeys End

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

blood veins flow hope exchanged, from prison chains to free mind changed,

Rearranged sight towards the horizon shining with the fresh ray’s of day break;

My fate’s far from fake wishes, waved the past goodbye blowing anointed kisses.

My expectation doubt misses, my eyes are focused on the line where my faith finishes,

All words are loaded potent & powerful enough to effect change,

With-in the hour watch me tower over opposition standing victorious praising He who glorified us;

I pursue with more trust towards vision invested in the promise of greatness achieving all that was believed,

Watching the growth of faith planted seeds, reaping harvest,

Oh! How my soul starved for this moment shifted in a blink of an eye.

I rise from dust to beyond the sky shaking the foundations of heaven my cry;

Cries pour out tears from fountains overcome with desire fulfilled,

Thrilled tones, open the heart to receive honor, purpose, & dreams, returning to a popper turned King;

Swing with consistent motion rolling with the wind in step on this journey,

Till Heavens end….

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light: Which in time past were not a people, but are now the people of God: which had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy. 1Pe 2:9-10

PECULIAR

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

God breathed inspiration into dirt, man made in the image of He thee essence of Three,

Spirit guided light abides with this fully filled soul that’s healed from the effects of deceptions death grip,

Ripped off the blinds of the mind, left captivity behind to press forward.

God’s hands enfolded layer’s of greatness, then shielded & encased it with faith filled jubilation;

Promise apprehended by the successors of patience,

Kings reign,

Authorized to exercise the right to effect change in worlds words framed.

What manner of abundant, glorious, merciful love is this?!

That rebellious subjects who should have been labeled rejects would be called,

The Sons of God….

To be free to allow your imagination to form into a powerful thought spoken into creation creating insperation which moves all under its influence is why I rest my mind in…

Time & Space

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I got only time, framing thoughts ever flowing, no artificial influence needed, my thoughts ignite flames of enlightenment burning bright the light of inspiration;

My time in mind-space is far from spent, so I write on, limitless thoughts recorded on paper till the new arrives & the old fades in vapor;

Time stands still…

…Still at attention obedient to listen, sensitive to release its presence into the present, words linked to reaction, the deduction of the imagination breeds action;

I want more than a moment to ride the momentum of thought woken from its dormant state;

Knock,

Knock,

Door swings,

Open mind commands, thoughts move worlds like a wave of the hand;

Royal position when thought is completed, creation racing hastening to perform,

The thoughts I spoke into time & space….

Easily seen through having the property of transmitting rays of light through its substance so that bodies situated beyond or behind can be distinctly seen. This is…

Transparent

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I wear my emotions on my sleeve, my struggles on my chest, weights I bare on my shoulders strapped like boulders they sink deeper into mind.

My fears penetrate the dreams claimed as my own; frustration rejecting peace when I lie through my teeth telling you,

“I’m fine”

Failures memories hunt me like game;

This game I tier of unwilling to cover it anymore. Time to shift my mind & roll-back like oceans tide into a place where the old is removed making way for my new paradigm.

I tweaked my perspective now my vision stands resurrected, motivated to leave my whole world effected infected by the word of grace, pressing towards the tittle of great.

No more fake’n it I abandon hypocrisy standing in the truth of Christ reality,

Letting my mind imagine, sopping up my hearts tears, I gather in my harvest sown when my prayers where thrown at the feet of the altar released to the Father.

In time promise peaks, then…

…I’m gazing at my purpose conceived in dream;

Now I’m a spectacle read of all men the life of Gods epistle code-named…

Transparent….

It seems at times because of past hurts and scares we would rather invite people into our cloud of misery then to walk in the healing power of forgiveness remembering the good that God has in store for our lives. Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, (Heb 12:1); This is…

Lay it aside

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Why do we hide behind the shadows of masked faces, invisible cases of hidden hurts;

Insecure wounds placed under garments of deflecting phrases…

…& so we play the game.

The game of strike first & show no mercy nor pity, cut them deep to the core of their soul;

Upon their memories of sunshine heap clouds of coal blotting out all remnants of hope, leaving their mind bound to the blood thirsty razor which dwells between teeth.

You see these are its rules of engagement, these are the battle plans of a shattered heart.

It builds great walls to cowardly hide behind; Exacting ballistically guided revenge doused in savage pride.

Like venom it spreads, the bitter language, paralyzing the spirits of those who entreat the company of a scarred psyche bent on self – inflation, reaping the benefits of relation mutilation.

How can such a one, any-one soul be saved from its plummet into this bitter abyss of bitterness?!

With love this battle can be averted, with the balm of kindness we can mend the hurts of history, & with gracious words of wisdom we can redeem the mind definitively removing the mask of shame.

Only then will you see your true self; but first YOU must free your mind…

YOU must forgive yourself laying it all aside….

I wrote this poem to the music of Coldplays “CLOCKS” the rhythm of that song gave me a sence of pace I desire to have when I’m focused on the things God made me to do. This is…

SWIFT

by Edward (LIMITLESS) Taylor III

Swifter & swifter I run blow n’ through every obstacle in front of me,

Till I see the horizon of my promise, climbing the steps of faith, growing with every breath of grace,

I pace myself with reckless abandon, pressing to grab what my heart imagined.

Looking at the speeding scenery I pass through the blossoms of the new,

Springing forth into life now opening to me like lilies thirsty to drink in the delight of an unhindered soul.

Swifter & swifter I run like a bullet from a gun, sprung into action by one word – passion,

Pass n’ the former I reach for the limitless existence I see like a dream bursting out of me, freedom awaits,

I crave to taste its fermented grapes stamped with ancient dates.

This rare opportunity has come to me; to go beyond the great & become The Good:

But I must be swift to enter, for this door can be closed shut, only being accessed by memories touch.

My hope must flourish so with haste I chase my moment, for MY dreams are no longer dormant…