Homesick- sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time. I wrote this free-written poem while I was dealing with an eternal longing to see a place I can only visit in my dreams; This is…

Eternal Desire


How should I proceed?

Shall I weed out this weakness,

this fading bliss which grows from ignorance into substance, rather than faded wish’s,

imagination lands on the mind as soft as true loves kisses;

my vision for this life is paradise.

I find the breeze of this vanishing dream cold when played in memory, awaking to a forcefully imposed reality.

Knowing this is all temporary;

The eye’s of my soul still remain hungry, desiring to see My…,


The origin of time where only spirits roam…..

birth of soul

Birth of Soul


Letting go of the past I cast stones at the image in mirror,

burying this Historic figure,

which triggered the self destruct, beneath pens and needles;


I touch the real flesh,

of heart,

this pliable form starts expressing freedom


I fled to that which bled from Son my GOD, JESUS CHRIST, WON

the battle for me, before me, the way was paved when skin tore

from skin torn


a blood born



Feelings that flood, emotions that overflow, heaviness that weighed on the strength you carry just means you’ve been: Caught- (to overtake someone) by the beginning of the end of your storm; this is…

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor

Caught in a tear drop storm, time stands still granting a break from the norm; tears fall caught up in the course of it all, felling like I hit a wall, motivation hit a stall caught up in a tear drop water fall. Tear drops fall from a hopeless expression, red eyed & exhausted from the none stop. Expecting my change to come with the greeting of a new Sun. I look around surveying this frozen scene, so serene knowing my own pain, coveting solace from this troublesome tempest; I wish this storm could wash away the burdens these tears display. Caught in a tear drop storm awaiting the day Daybreaks, transforming this disturbance of tears into a calm so tranquil leaving me thankful to see the joyful ray’s of sun-shine letting me know that it’s my time….

A putting back into a former position, dignity; restitution of something taken away or lost. a return of something to a former, original, normal, or unimpaired condition. This is…

by Edward Limitless Taylor III

The Sun rises over the mountain of my struggles; shredding the shadows it cast over me, bound to be unbound walking free from shackles that dragged me down. Falling back to a fresh start to my road to glory paved with faith from my grace quarry. Having gone through it all I’m still walking tall, though hearts humble, I stand confident that God won’t let me stumble or fumble my purpose out of hand; this is the grand scheme that my life does one thing bring glory to my King, this is the big picture: to manifest Kingdom reality, let the world react to the Christ atmosphere, spreading like Leven till it gets thicker & truth is seen clear. Standing ready to serve the world a grand dose of granted health, world wealth, & favor felt when the righteous reign; priest’s of God wipe’n away the worlds pain, pray’n in the latter rain, King’n my domain decreeing victory in Jesus Christ name….

“Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth”(John 17:17) As we deal with the hidden issues in our hearts- that have been bared under lie’s & facade’s- We’ll find our truths, the treasure’s & rich’s God has placed with-in us. After we uncover & expose those deep dark places of our hearts as the light of the truth shines forth so shall Christ Jesus shine forth from with-in you. “But as many as received him, to them gave he the right to become children of God, even to them that believe on his name”: (John 1:12)

A Journey with-in
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Severing deep thoughts my eye’s open to the split of reality; sad to see mindset boundaries blocking me from the treasures with-in. Many areas still undiscovered riches yet to be uncovered. Striving to navigate the hidden depths of my own heart which from the start beat deceit- a desperately wicked agenda it would seek: But now transplanted through redemption’s deed; What died on that day where the doubts that restrained me, the motives that shamed me, & the fear that drained me. I’m free now to dive into the deep. Searching my own heart I start to find the diverse reminders that where locked & hidden away; they begin to display what’s real & what deserves to be cast away, leaving my soul exposed, as the darkness passes, fleeing from the light of the truth like the stars flee from the bringer of a new day. I played this game with Self- I asked for the deep truth & Self would bring me shallow lie’s- until Self became selfless revealing myself; now finally able to see beyond the veil my eye’s grasp hold of a light Birthed through Selfs’ travail. Now done with my soul searching, treasures bursting, riches quenching my thirsting… I’m flourishing… Traveling freely through the world I project. From my new out-look I see the truth of life- I can’t tell if I’m awake or if I’m dreaming this- seeing this blissful truth that’s sweeter then Paradises’ kiss. What I’ve gained on this journey through my hellish shame, having lost my life when I past through the valley of guilt & pain, after I laid my burdens down in confessions rain, & purified Myself in hopes flames. I obtained a reality with no boundaries, no guilty conscious holding me hostage; just power to be Me free to wonder in the dreams I see….

Prophetic- having the function or powers of a prophet, as a person. Language- faculty or power of speech. This is…

Prophetic language
by Edward Limitless Taylor III

Pure sight given to an open mind able to see the clear victory, broadcasting the source of me. The Spirit of God peered into open soul inserting words more precious than gold. Heart felt whispers flood minds eye swelling with hope uttered by the sweet spirit of redemptions decree; power reigns over thee for the crown of a King dwells upon ye. We are all the body of a Kingdom manifested, in body it rested. The first born of many brethren dwelt in womb; Birthed on purpose he walked among men spirit in flesh our language reflects him; his testimony the spirit of prophecy audibly shaping creation till Christ is shaped in thee. Pre-alined instruction moved in construction until a fruitful tree broke through Earths crust in movement with the intent of apprehending all before time sits still. The will of God still contained in words woven in revelation mystery foretold when preached: so believer stand bold speak forth the promise told & watch creation unfold its treasure’s for a Man God made to obtain his plan, by grace dispensed without measure. Through faith our speech orchestrates forever our place in Kingdoms Estates….

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


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….

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! ”