The Martyr Chronicles PT 3

‘The Final Moments’
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I awake to find myself once again behind bars looking at the scars on my wrist, I still feel the pain from the whips, my blood drips to the tip of this pen my tears fall to the ground, as I begin to think about the persecution I went through for the glory of Christ, think’n if I had to do it again I’ll still give my life; until death I’m preach’n Christ with my last breath- as I give God the glory a left hook hits my cheek my bodies weak pounding like the bass in a beat; the guards toss me back in my ceil, like I’m some rotten meat. I’m starten to fell scared but I know my Lord is strong so I got to go on in “Mans prison” sing’n my song of freedom: here they come to take me to the chopping block, they slap me in my face & they tell me to “STOP PRAISiNG GOD”, but I can’t- a true saint will never renounce Christ, for His glory I’ll lay down my life….

I take my last steps through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for I know the Lords with me during this time, I hear the chime of the church bells, I’m seeing pictures of saints that where slan before the foundations of time: I’m seeing visions of the throne room- I guess I’ll be die’n soon, for the crime of being a Christian? It’s time for my last words listen; as I tell the guards, “LET EVERY THING THAT HAS BREATH PRAISE YOU LORD”, at that same moment I felt the cold steal from a sword pierce my side; I see a vision of pearl gates…
…as I close my eye’s….

The Martyr Chronicles PT 1: Martyr- 1. a person who willingly suffers death rather than renounce his or her religion. I wrote these short storied poems which where inspired by true events of Christians being persecuted for what they believe in, some even to the point of death. I wanted to raise awareness of the fact that there are still parts of the world where what you believe may cost you your life. This is…

‘The Trial’
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I heard “Send him in” then two men grabbed me by my bonds; they blind folded my eye’s, punched me in the jaw then said ,”prophecy”! then another swing landed on my ribs, then a shout came from one of the guardsmen, “prophecy who hit you”!

“ENOUGH”, The Judge commanded,” let’s see if he can justify himself”; a small under-breath chuckle came from the judges mouth as he awaited my response.

“SPEAK your last words you “God fearing” traitor to the system”-
“have you no defense for your actions”?

I respond in kind, each word of faith defying the order of the blind. My voice chimed this rhyme…,

“Lord I thank & I praise you for saving me, from the deceptions of sin that made me an enemy, & by the commandments that you spoke sin took occasion: but by the foolishness of preaching your know defacing those lie’s, knocking the scales from my eye’s & opening my ears so I can hear the call too the Elect gathering together your selected few, from the foundations of the World that you for knew to be found in the body of Christ predestined to walk in eternal life; ceasing from strife & envy defiling acts that sin breeds; now I walk in the spirit that God breathed upon me; a Minister of flaming fire is what I’ve been called to be testifying about the Lords glory, telling the world that Gods real, not some man made story; so repent from unrighteousness before Hell is where your sent listing to the doctrine of the vail that was ripped”….

“SILENCE HIM”, the Judge roars. Then came another blow to the cheek which mercifully put me to sleep….

The Twelve Roses of tragedy is a poem I wrote after being inspired by the heart wrenching film ‘For Colored Girls’; the drama, raw emotion, & poetry in that film stirred up my creative juices moving me to write something that captured that same raw emotional essence, this is the result. This poem is meant for mature readers only. If you are easily offended by shrewd language & content you might want to skip this post. This is raw and uncut; you’ve been warned. If you like it please leave me a comment too let me know what you thought thank you for reading. This is…

The Twelve Roses of Tragedy
by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I see you Sista, red eyed, eye’s full of tears & sorrow, I hear your despair as you tell your story.
“This nigga had the audacity, after all that BULLSHIT, to send some damn roses”, she said as she gazed at the roses in disgust, Her thoughts running in a chaotic fuss. She mulled over the representation of each one.

I suppose the first represents how I got swindled by his charismatic penis; seduced into giving up the gift I had preserved for my honeymoon.

The second rose must be for the time, after the tenth time, when I found out He was ten years married… That BASTARD! The third one must be the barer of his apologies; His, “I’m sorry baby”; His, “I’ll leave her next month baby”, and don’t let me forget this classic, “just be patient baby this is hard for me”, NERGO PLEASE; I’ll never forget the way I fell to my knees when you said, “I’m sorry baby but that’s not my baby”….

The fourth has too be for when I took him back after he said to me, “Baby please, my wife just left me after She found out about our two year old son”- Man I must have wanted some bbbaaaddd to have taken his dumb-ass back.
The Fifth one is kinda for the time you slapped me sooo hard I went blind for 12 seconds- right…? Thats all I can remember…?! Damn….

Six… hmmm… OH YEAH I know. Six must be for after that day when my cousins found you & them size twelves pounded you; settling the score when they nearly drowned you…, you dirty prick.
Seven must be for Deven- the only man who made me believe there is a God in Heaven; He made me believe that good men DO exist.

Eight… Eight is for the eighty eight tears I shed in the E.R. waiting room, while the Doctors tried to sow up Devens exit wounds left by your bullets. YOU MURDER!!!
Nine is for the nine months Deven & I had before you ended our time, I can still see the muzzle flashes left by your nine…, I hope you rot in Hell, I’m glad you got life with no hope for parol; Now it’s time for the healing of my soul.

Ten simply represents the end of this vicious cycle.
Well on too Eleven. Eleven has gotta be for the eleven days you have left before they through the switch & as you gasp your last I hope you see me starring at you smiling on the other side of the glass.

Twelve roses where waiting for me when I returned home that day. I was stuck, frozen, when I read your last apologetic token. It read, “I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. I’m so sorry for the hurt & the loss you must’ve felt or may be still feeling. This is my last request, Please forgive me for what I’ve done & please tell our son- “blah blah blah”….
I saw you Sista, red eyed, tears full of sorrow; I saw your despair. I heard the vexation of your soul when you said,
“I can’t believe he had the audacity to send me some damn roses”…
“Ain’t that some shit”….