This poem is the best way I can express how I feel when I hear the voices of wisdom when I remember them; This is…




Thinking back, linking photographic memories to still picture,


remembering the smiles of loved one’s departed from sight;


I even miss the fights, the disagreements, & the laughter that followed after pride was swallowed.

I remember my Elders through the wisdom they gave me; I remember my Elders through their words,

they live on,

for their care fashioned me strong.

I must go on pushing through the pain,

I have to go along with the plan that took you out of hand and into arms,


I can’t wait to hear your stories


 I wish I paid more attention to them when you where before me

not realizing their value I erred thinking they bored me

I hope you have forgiven my youthful foolishness

I wish I could’ve done more then this;

wanting to show my appreciation I will live-

in your words

you exist,


taking your correction

your wisdom muscle still flex’n

to my friends I’m professing your words

such a blessing

knowing your watchful eye is still glaring, your voice still blares your cultured catch phrases:


“SAUSAGE, boy get out the way”,



I catch the tears that attempt to call you back hearing your words to keep me on track;

you tell me to stay focused, the more you loosen your grip on the past the tighter you can take hold of your future present’s

“you can’t put new wine in old wine skin’s”

“you live your life”

“We’ll be here always,



in your remembrance”….

Isn’t it funny how at the end of the hectic situations we go through in life we can look back and see things so clearly. The very thing you thought would be your undoing was actually your stepping stone to greatness…, only if we could see that while where going through the seeming adversities of our lives; I think this scripture says it best ( James 1: 2-4 ) My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; 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. This is…

By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Yes Hind Site is 20-20: But isn’t it funny how we run through life making decisions not even thinking twice,

Until we’re face to face with the consequences of the actions of the mind, struggling to see that all things make since after time,

But again my wish for me & those who think back looking at regrets is that we could look at our situations as perfect.

I desire that we would see that all things are for our good.

Only if I could believe what I see by faith. I would receive the strength that comes in the prayers that run to the throne of Grace…,

Only if I could see that the future is working for me; maybe then I would desire to hold on-

I would desire to stay in the land of the living giving thanks for each day:

But I digress & again I say, “hind site is 20-20 isn’t it funny…?”


By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I grasp the clouds & part them as a scroll,
I look at my creation & peer into every man’s soul,
My every thought displayed, in the sway of trees.
The animation of life & their gift of days are from me.
I pour out my rain upon creation,
I humble myself to watch it grow;

Then I gathered that which was mine before the foundations of time. I dwelt among you myself to see this done. My blood was shed to seal the ones I chose to be.
I opened the eye’s of those who couldn’t see;
At my rebuke death was turned away.

I AM the giver of miracles.

I AM the gift of healing,

I AM the source of wisdom & knowledge.

I AM joy, love, & peace.

I call to you my children COME;
My face I command you to SEEK….

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

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….

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….

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…

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…


Delighted gazes pierce the silver shaded sky,

Rays of praise parts the grays so I can see…


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…


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…


I look up to see God shining down on ME;

The sun smiling down on ME;



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…

You Can’t Sift Me!

By Edward Taylor III


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”!!!

The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn; To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.(Isa 61: 1-3) We all have a stage, we all have a message, we all have a purpose in the body of Christ; some will stand with a microphone, some will sit with a pen, But we’ll all in our own unique way loudly say ” For the glory of Christ”…

This is Why I Came

by Edward Taylor III

Who am I?

Well let me explain.

See, you can call me dominion, cause I’m fresh out of religions prison, My boots tread upon serpents & my head bares a crown.

The World-

that’s my kingdom,

The microphone-

that’s my queen,

& this stage here…!

This is where my words paint pictures & then with a melody I delicately places them in your mental mind frame, to be contained, safely tucked away in your dreams.

This is why I came,

Screaming like a wild man in the wilderness!

Messenger is in my name, I was given purpose new life found in divine service,

so how could I be nervous,

This is my stage!

This is where speakers deliver keys which open doors to clear blue skies & open meadows;

This is where wisdom’s cries are amplified exposing freedom for the mind to run & explore.

This is why I came,

For my name also contains Gods salvation,

& yes,

I can hear what your soul is craven,

No more vanity it’s say’n:

no more dreams slain by thieves in the night, no more hopeless delusions & empty promises,

no more excuses,

no more tears in the rain;


I only crave change….

Well, this is why I came;

Who am I?

I AM Gods messenger of salvation,


I’ve come to this stage to deliver to you your liberty;

For this is why I came….

Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world. But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons. And because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying out, “Abba, Father!” Therefore you are no longer a slave but a son, and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ. (Gal 4: 1-7) – This poem came to me on a cold breezy night; the wind blew chilling me down to my bones then I remembered what God has said & I spoke ” I’m not subject to the weak and beggarly elements”, I remembered who controls the wind; I looked up & though it was cold & windy the stars where shining, I was reminded of the one who gave them their place; The awesomeness of our father was brought to mind & so I wrote…

Weak & Beggarly

By Edward Taylor III

I am not subject to the weak & beggarly elements for its MY LORD, who commands the wind,

The Lightning reports to him & receives its instruction,

The Ocean is tamed at its sandy borders awaiting its orders,

The whole host of heaven hastens to perform his word,

At the fierceness of his decree the thunder claps, the trees applaud, & the earth is struck silent in awe…

“ Creation stands in agreement.”

The Wind is his messenger delivering his judgments from the throne of the Most Holy,

His sent one blows cold & true cutting deep into the soul, cold as the chill from a harsh winter’s breeze.

I stand in the mist of this tempest reminded of who I am…

“ I am not subject to the weak & beggarly elements for it’s my LORD who is

GOD! ”