Tag: poetry

“I sit and ponder the things God has set before me and I wonder, is it all a dream, could this be what I’ve been waiting for or is it Gods way of saying well done my daughter? I don’t regret what I’ve been through because it brought me thus far. Only by Him we can survive in this world, with others, with our families, as well as with each other.” – Angel T. We survive & thrive by the grace of God, EVEN in our times of weakness, HE is the garment we exchange for the…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn poetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment
SPIRIT OF HEAVINESS
By Edward Taylor III

Feeling like a rock waves beat upon my heart has not strength to sing an encouraging song; My thoughts roll on as the wind blows, only God knows the end of me, an end that is often hard to see;

Like blue sky peeking through gray clouds I see glimpses: but Lord is this the future you have for me? My foot steps frozen in uncertainty, which way do I go Lord,
light my path so I’ll know.
Lord can I rise up to the standards of others, to be elevated with my sisters and brothers, or shall I remain a weak link in a strong chain resisting the urge to break? Lord reveal am I real or am I fake… Lord let me be real, a tree planted by still waters rooted deep in security.
This rock can brave any wave or gust of wind. With my foundation sure, I’m sure I’ll be able to endure, As I turn to the next page of my life let Me be found grounded in the love of Christ.

I wrote this poem to provoke you to think about how effective are your methods of discipline, now don’t get me wrong I use physical discipline to, when it’s needed, but whats the use if there is no teaching before after the act. To beat a child physically or verbally, just because your frustrated, pissed off, & angry is “in my mind” that’s borderline abuse if not full-on, I know that this is a touchy subject that is very subjective that is why I ask that YOU examine your own methods & come to the conclusion yourself where is the line between…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn poetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment
Discipline vs. Abuse

By Edward Taylor III

…SSSSWWWAAAPPP…

The sound of the belt ricochet’s throughout the house;

The shout of “Do what I say nigga!”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

Takes me back through my blood line to a meeting with my ancestors to hear those same words,

“Do what I say nigger!”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

Then I’m brought back to today to hear the belt…

I mean whip… or is it belt…? Crack the air once again;

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

This time the screams from a grown man are heard, looking up from the cotton field I see a naked man bound by iron,

I feel for him…

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

“Do what I say nigga!” shouts are repeated,

I guess this is the best way to teach them… right?

“This Nigger’s got to learn to do what he’s told.”

…SSSWWWAAAPPP…

“BOY! You gonna learn to do what I say!”

Man I wish the border between discipline & abuse was clearly seen, so we can raise men & women without the malicious poison of mean,

These are our sons & daughters, generations which will remember us long after the world has forgotten our names.

Ask yourself parent “How can I change this?” the next time you reach for your whip… I mean belt… or is it whip…? To correct Your child or is it to break your slave?

Your sons & daughters or… Are they Niggas, more properly Niggers;

Let’s as parents not redo what’s already been done, can’t you hear the cries of your young one?

“Teach me!!!”

“With love…”

Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: ( Matt 7:7) We have entered into the seeking season & this is my prayer; MY LORD…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn poem, poetry, spoken word, UncategorizedLeave a comment

I Need to Know

I will to know of he who cloaked me in his love, to know of the spirit free to soar above all names;

I need to know the king who reigns in all domains, I need to know, I need the revelation –

I need my revelation of you for me to see your everlasting power & strength you reign with to grip my salvation;

Never erasing who you made me to be, see this is my plea, please greet me with the light of your word,

Enlighten my eye’s of understanding,

I AM –

Standing with open arms…

Once we where in the bonds of a guilty conscience, once our past sin’s choked any hope of freedom: But now our way of escape has come; (Rom 8:1) There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn Abstract poetry, poem, poetry, spoken word, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Prison of Vanity

by Edward Taylor III

I had a dream I was crashing into moments, blinded by the glare of memories;

Misdirected missteps led me to a void of emptiness,

In this, existed dreams which became toys of affectionate wishes.

Here – vision groaned for an exorcism out of vanities prison, with bloody finger nails creativity clawed at the wall of deceptive reality,

Painful memories & fearful moments bind the mind leaving it blind, Subdued by consistent doses of disappointment,

Until original purpose & intent became merely faint voices in the distant wind;

Here dominant are the figments of the imagination, which offer fragments of dis-eases…

A sudden shout grips my ear,

“WAKE-UP!”

“Grab my hand & I’ll lead you out!”

Grace grips my hand resurrecting hope, faith opens the prison gates, my footsteps pound the past I swiftly forsake,

As I exit through the gates of condemnation the mark of bondage is suddenly erased by one word forgiven…

I had a dream I was living in purpose, a King drinking from the fountain of life, having escaped the corruption of memory, free from the bondage of who I used to be…

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. (Heb 11:1) So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. (Rom 10:17) All that I am, all that I am pressing towards, my dreams, my hopes & the manifestation there of; are the reasons I AM…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn poetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment

FAITH DRIVEN

by Edward Taylor III

I’ve been uniquely made to walk a road that’s been laid – paved by words anointed,

Faith Driven…

Before time was expanded – this was written,

Faith Driven…

Grace giving power to stride, as wide as the length of the wind, infinite is my beginning eternal is my end,

Faith Driven…

My righteous soul bends, at a whim, for my kings command;

Though clothed in man, I am so much greater, I’ve been made a partaker of the divine nature,

Faith Driven…

With one life deleted newness has been preceded by word & breath,

Spirit enlightened, awakened from the slumber of death, now with Gods inception my eye’s project,

Dreams of purpose I must protect,

Faith Driven…

Living in word – the bread of life, I heard to hear the hope that draws near;

This is what drives me to Faith, Hope, & Love, pressing for the greatest of these,

Pressing for the manifestation of three –

Faith Driven…

(James 1:3-4) “Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” In this furnace I have shed my tears, lifted my voice, & cast my cares, now the trial begins, with my eye’s focused on the end I stand in the mist of the forging flame…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn Abstract poetry, poem, poetry, spoken word, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Patiently Waiting

by Edward Taylor III

…(sigh)…

All I want LORD is some peace of mind , some peace in my time, time to relax, reflect, & reconnect with self, To self adjust cause perfection is a must;

God must have an extraordinary reason for my breath’n,“Be in tune” I keep thinking, “you’ll get there by faith understanding & grace;”

But what I’ve faced on this journey to my promise land, has not made me a fan of the trails I’ve endured, nor the ones yet to come,

So come what may, may God allow me to stay on this path of gold leading me to riches untold, knowledge unfolds mysteries, “cold peace!”, is my speech revelation speaks, truth explodes, & strong delusion grows quiet,

This small flame has turned into a RIOT OF PRAISE, which changes the tone of my complaining, My heart-felt real, my way now is sealed, so rejoice! & again I say rejoice for my voice has declared Gods good & complete works,

Yes – all this was, is , & will be worth it, for it’s all for my good that at the end my legacy will be perfect, perfectly established hand-crafted by the Masters hands THAT’s the testimony of this man…

She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her. (Pro 3:15) this is…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn Abstract poetry, poem, poetry, spoken word, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Elements of She

by Edward Taylor III

How long will the simple feast at the banquet of fools –

When it’s her insight they hunger for?

She possess a beauty which is to be more sought after than the rarest pearl in the sea.

She veil’s her face behind the shadow of words, to find her is to find understanding.

She walks in a garment meant for royalty.

She stands atop the highest peak calling out to those who need her compelling men to seek her.

Kings lust for her presence, rulers become beggars at her feet.

She is the guide leading men through the mist of choice-

When She spoke to Me…

her voice…

The very essence of reason.

She taught me her way’s;

She showed me great mysteries, & as I rested in her bosom..,

The waters of time stood still, frozen as a river caught in winters chill.

I soon fell in love with the warmth of her inspiration,

& when I awoke!

I found myself wed to her.

(…Sigh…)

awww-

Wisdom…

Ever have one of those moments where something you’ve thought about all of a sudden makes sence? It’s like a light bulb comes on in your head and you come to the realization of a great mystery, well this is a poem of one of those moments, this is an EPIPHANY ( A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.) of ME…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn Abstract poetry, poem, poetry, spoken word, UncategorizedLeave a comment

An Epiphany of ME

Edward Taylor III

God shines down on ME;

The sun smiles down on ME;

I can feel the rain drops of hope that fall to refresh weary dreaming…

ME;

Delighted gazes pierce the silver shaded sky,

Rays of praise parts the grays so I can see…

ME;

God shines down on ME;

The sun smiles down on ME;

Seeing the melody of life flow like musical notes on a page they show…

ME,

A mystery accompanied by blue nights & diamond days they play questions,

Who am I , who am I supposed to be, & most importantly, who did God create me to be?

The answers are revealed as God opens the seals, like an ancient book, exposing…

ME…

I look up to see God shining down on ME;

The sun smiling down on ME;

&

I…

Smile back…

And the Lord said, Simon, Simon, behold, Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren. (LK 22:31-32) We stand! We stand on the front lines of a battle which rages in our minds; there are times where it would “seem like” this battle goes ill, BUT TO GOD BE THE GLORY, this is a battle in a war that’s already WON, Therefore I stand with my arms raised & my fists clenched, my shout joining the symphony of victorious lifted voices as we declare to the enemy…

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn poem, poetry, spoken word, UncategorizedLeave a comment

You Can’t Sift Me!

By Edward Taylor III

What?!

What are these thoughts trying to penetrate the sanctuary of my mind? What are these invading pressures trying to compel me to lend my members to them?

Pictures of enticing images parade themselves before my mind’s eye. I feel the heat of the fiery darts as they attempt to ignite the senseless passion lying dormant with in my flesh;

Then I catch sight of a second adversary lurking in the shadows; heavy with gloom are the dark unsettling clouds of depression, circling me like a pack of ravenous wolves,

Cold & thoughtless is this spirit with no remorse it seeks to destroy all that I hold dear, then I hear it, the unsheathing of a sword wielded by the third agent of darkness sent against me;

Offence is its name & with carefully chosen words it takes aim with the intent of unleashing ego, anger, & pride, the three-headed beast I keep under lock & key;

I have to stay on guard because with well placed & timed offensive words I could be thrown off my highway falling victim to the three-headed beast. I feel a bead of sweat fall from my brow as the raging battle takes place with in me;

Taking up my spiritual sword I cast down every ungodly thought that tries to exalt itself above my King, remembering the promise I have, my faith begins to compass me about as a shield strengthening my hope quenching all thoughts contrary, as overwhelming forgiveness overruns all offences,

I begin to see piercing rays of light penetrate through the darkness, I exchange this heavy spirit for the garment of praise, I rejoice at the remembrance that my LORD Jesus prayed for my faith to fail not, I shabock my King, then with a loud shout I let out my decree of victory,

“You can’t sift Me”!!!

A thought came to mind about two things, beauty & attraction, two things that seem to be so alike but yet so different. For instance if you see an attractive person the most common thought that comes to mind is”wow he or she is very beautiful”, but if you make your conclusion just off of that glance you may miss what truly lies underneath.

On By taylorspoetrycornerIn poetry, UncategorizedLeave a comment

BEAUTY v.s. ATTRACTION

By Edward Taylor III

Attraction…

Attraction is often confused with beauty;

You see beauty is so much deeper than a simple chemical reaction like attraction;

Beauty has many dimensions, each holding different extensions, of ones inner light…

Like a crystal prism: no matter how the light is reflected whether by joy, love, or peace, you still get affected by beauty,

& just don’t limit beauty to three, there’s so many reflections the mind’s eye can see;

beauty is beyond skin deep, it’s a place attraction try’s to reach… tries & fails;

You see attraction is much more shallow, delicate, & fragile;

Though attraction can have everyone eating out of hand, inside its fading away like sand atop the hour-glass,

Stand from a distance & you might be enticed: But peer ever closer & you may see a soul gasping for life,

Look past the looking-glass to see a little girl or boy frightened & scarred,

Left bitter from words that were planted to harm, faking confidence so not to sound the alarm,

“I don’t need anyones help”

Attraction may say:

“All I need to do is bat my eye’s”,

if a man-“flex my chest”,

or if a woman – ” raise up my breast & smile”,

” They’ll all come running to me”;

It’s a pity attraction, to be so blind to what beautiful eye’s can clearly see;

When will you realize that beauty can be also found in thee;

Attraction…