These Melodies hold me in their bondage, till Pen and Pad release words once held prisoner…

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A Bonded Love

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Equaling this touch is only the rush taken in Blood driven boiling with urgency..,

Too touch a living Dream.

Vows spoken taken to heart buried in soul never letting go of the hold I have on this love true seeing it pass through the storm’s of life which rise’s only to test what God has pressed together…

No dividing what he has joined in a bond spoken with lips dripping with the intent to live every word of this-

Promise Sits on Consciousness holding every breath accountable to the energy given;

Souls living a Dream sharing one promise that no Man can seperate.

Still holding truer than Year-to-Date-

Statement…

TOO GRASP THAT HUNGER, THAT DESIRE, THAT DRIVING FORCE THAT USHERS IN THE NEW, THE DIFFERENT– IS CHANGE….

APPREHENSION 

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I‘M REACHING,

For that which is written-

The mission that was a joint decision too split-

Cast from origin due to Act’s of a divided heart lost in dark a-

Lone spark in a shell under a spell until freedom came when eye’s opened to view anew;

Perspective shifted from mundane to hungry for extraordinary Change

This fire sits raging inside waiting to become a guiding Light  when darkness encroaches upon Peaceful borders

and still this wall, built of spiritual brick and mortar, blanketed with Shields radiating with unshaken faith-

STANDS…

I TASTE the warmth of Purpose–

It’s Apprehended…!

At last…..  

Sometimes making a decision isn’t cut and dry, sometimes it takes serious thought to gather enough strength and courage to step out into the unknown; many of us have had a conversation going on in our heads as we weigh possible life changing options. This is…

A Double Minded Conversation

by LIMITLESS

Why?!

Why do I hide who I am?

Am I afraid,

that if I show my true self exposing my souls wealth I might get robbed of all dignity

and honor

Why when Self & I talk it sounds like a barter;

Self & I involved in a give and take debate leaving

Me to mediate:

Self: “ YOU KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE, SO SHOW IT”

I:  “if I show all, I may fall in front of everyone, my fear has become”-

Self: “ BONDAGE, to You and Me, COME ON”

I: “I JUST WANT TO BE FREE;  that’s what I told Me”

Self:  “BUT HE AGREED WITH my-Self.”

I:  “I can’t deny the truth Self, but”

Self: “What! that’s not enough?”  “I’m tired of feeling crushed. I WANT YOU OUT.”

I: “I WANNA GET OUT, of my shell hidden no longer, that’s the only way WE will get stronger.”

Self: “Finally we agree…!”

deception- something that deceives or is intended to deceive; fraud; artifice.

Decepticons…!

by LIMITLESS

Watch them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

Watch them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

Watch them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

They be get’n high off of energon,

high off of energon….

They sit behind desk’s like a deceptionist,

they are an army of one whom’s outward concern equals none

They paint there faces with fake smiles

their breath holds the stench of broken promises, their souls empty vials corroded and defiled.

Decepticons drunk with pride with a fully dressed ego they stride

They thrive on ignorance feeding any being lower their venomous seduction-

Their mantra “to conquer and enslave” from the cradle to the grave.

we must be brave enough to fight for the truth until its found bringing down the high and lofty

we will teach them that the price for their deception is costly–

So keep watch for them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

So keep watch for them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

So keep watch for them Decepticons, they be get’n high off of energon;

They be get’n high off of energon-

high off of energon….

THIS POEM IS A STRUGGLE TO MAKE A DECISION TO REACH FOR THE LIME LIGHT OR WAIT FOR THE RISING OF A STAR, THIS IS…

Split Decision

By LIMITLESS

My thinking sinking into a place I wonder while I wander through times blank spaces asking Self, “Is this what you want?”

A question stemming from wishful soil as I count-up the cost of fames enticement

A glorious place coveted by those who peer from a blinding distance

“Do I want this life?” I ask

A life living from stage to stage;

The looks of an exciting life style making a living from a captured freestyle

Blowing up like Slim Shady in ‘8th MILE’,

“Is this life full of parties, V.I.P status, fine jewelry, & the finest things or is this just what is seen?”

Thinking what is the real story to those who arrive at Glory

“Can I survive the trail that comes with a success story?”

“How bad do I want my own glory story or does this method of questioning speak of whats really stressing me?”

Thoughts breathing, “Can I do this?”

Soul speaking truth, “your real treasure lies in Me so what’s it gonna be?”

Wow, reality kicks like a shot to the ribs as these thoughts sink in,”Man, you have a family to provide for can you leave for

a six month tour?” Self asking, “which reality do you love more; the fantasy or a dream become reality; what really are you asking me…?

There is a reality found in Christ that’s beyond sickness, pain, & suffering; a reality thats been restored to those whose faith can reach its open doors. This is…

Alternate Reality
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Walk’n high, altitude level sky, my eyes on the prize, next level dominion walk’n with Kingdom kinfolk real live’n. Is this really reality? I take a breath to let it sink in, think’n back to where the world turned in the trap of lack wondering aimlessly leaving wilderness tracks the past casting a shameful shadow. But now full is my expectation brought to my doorstep hope delivered by a Raven. No cave in to the pressure’s to quit, I pressed on Until in my place I sit. Imagine a world with no pain or tears that fall like the rains of a hurricane: no thoughts of unbelief to attack at faith filled speech: No knowledge of lost loved ones for they’ve been found resting in the arms of a doves Son. No need for greed when your strolling streets paved with Gold & the walls are layered with jewels you once desired to hold: No more sickness in the presence of the King No past no future every-days the present, are you listening as the songs of freedom ring? We sing the song of the redeemed; restored back to Gods original intent before the poisonous words of a serpent ripped reality from Gods first Man leaving all of the world prisoner to the lie; But I spied the land of utopia & brought back enough proof to spark hope in ya, but only if you believe that Man was made to stand upright dwelling in light, not bowed down on knees, people of God believe you’ve been granted a life existing as Kings…