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This is a repost of my abstract poem “I WANT IT BAD”

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I WANT IT BAD
by LIMITLESS

I want it so bad I can taste it

on every breath,

reaching upwards towards the next

step;

this is a “life long” project

my projection making course

corrections

every word pushing me with no

hesitation

mind-time thoughts on creation

craven

my paradise awakened leaving no

spot vacant.

I want it bad enough to cling to hope,

“are you gonna give up?”

nope,

seeking to see what I spoke when

eye

caught glimpse of present;

new reality pressing to make

imagination relevant

benevolent thought making everyday

Christ-massing in thoughts coherent

perceiving soul awaking to new day

given

mirroring movements established

in dream state finding time to

escape,

than it’s back on the grind to put it

simply the only unknown is how

much time,

so I find motivation birthing

diligent demonstrations to satisfy

the

“I want it BAD”

craving success I push

site past life’s stress to obtain what

vision protects,

My righteous position,

accomplishments seen after test,

passed,

“NOW YOUR LIVING LIFE”

at last….

I WANT IT BAD

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I want it BAD
by LIMITLESS

I want it so bad I can taste it

on every breath,

reaching upwards towards the next

step;

this is a “life long” project

my projection making course

corrections

every word pushing me with no

hesitation

mind-time thoughts on creation

craven

my paradise awakened leaving no

spot vacant.

I want it bad enough to cling to hope,

“are you gonna give up?” nope,

seeking to see what I spoke when

eye

caught glimpse of present;

new reality pressing to make

imagination relevant

benevolent thought making everyday

Christ-massing in thoughts coherent

perceiving soul awaking to new day

given mirroring movements

established

in dream state finding time to

escape,

than it’s back on the grind to put it

simply the only unknown is how

much

time, so I find motivation birthing

diligent demonstrations to satisfy the “I

want it BAD” craving success I push

site past life’s stress to obtain what

vision protects, My righteous position,

accomplishments seen after test

passed,

“NOW YOUR LIVING”,

at last….

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A Princes Desire
by LIMITLESS

To expand my position, the expense of time I’m risk’n, lost in the hesitation of decision, craven the release from frustration still lusting to taste life’s sweet breath; O’ how my soul so desires to take it in,
…So close…
My hope is to make it in before my time expires. Prayers bleeding hearts desires, tear drops igniting flames which stretch & reach until my dreams are gained. I continue to preach my soulful longing, I must bear down beyond the oppressive distractions that I may obtain the treasures dwelling in hearts eye. FLYING beyond the boundaries of doubt; having arrived at my long awaited expectation I take up the strength of my staff & begin to reign….

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After I come to begin to realize my vision, I am all about my, Grind: to work or study laboriously, an excessively diligent student, of my Dreams. This is a….

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Vision Moment
By LIMITLESS

The tears I shed pour blankets of red fed up with the old tattered bones collecting dust in closet

so I took a step back to look at the
passing frames of life and paused it;
dissecting past discussions with Self

(the meaning of think twice)

My life passes in front of eye showing me what I believed to see plus a split screen on display called prosperity in destiny

bare with me somethings I can’t recall
specifically but what I know is I won’t
fall or crawl on my belly

I can’t bare the thoughts of my King speaking you failed me

so I press to see my life in plenty…

That’s why there’s no rest for me….

1 Thessalonians 1:3 “Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labour of love, and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ,” This is…

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Labor of Love…
By LIMITLESS

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work, in the darkness, who sees?

No man knows his intent, his eye’s only focused on what he shall present.

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work, in the darkness, who sees?

His intense purpose displayed in detail, formed in thoughts, spoken through pangs and travail.

No man knows the deeds of the craftsman hard at work,

UNTIL,

the light is shown from the morning sun, the Craftsman smiles for his work is done;

he thinks upon his labor in the dark; labor performed amongst lashing tongues dripping venomous words of doubt– as if it where a blood sport.

He remembers the care and sacrifice mingled with his deed;

Now all can see the fruits of the labor he loves, adorned in what he believed…

He say’s with a smile,

“LORD, Now they can finally see ME.”

A reply is given with the sincerity of a loving Father,

“Now Arise and shine my Son for the glory of the Lord has risen upon thee”….

If I could ever define the reason why I write, I could only say, this is…

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MY DREAM
By LIMITLESS

I, dream to be on stages proclaiming Gods praises speaking words that evoke change, this is what I endorse, bringing reconciliation to aspirations once divorced.

I, dream of writing portraits, pictures painted upon the canvas of the heart, masterpieces worthy of Pulitzer Prize recognition, bringing healing to hearts that received corrupting incisions.

I, dream of poems full of wisdom, encouragement, and instruction; bridging the gap between what’s naturally seen reaching Heavens junction.

I, dream of my gifting in its perfection providing shelter for souls needing protection manifesting Christ to those who seek life.

I, dream of my children’s children rehearsing my words, seeing my heart, and inhaling every word learning life through my lessons pushing them to greater highest.

I, dream of a place where I AM free, Freewriting my path brainstorming my
imagination-station, the factory where these words are framed.

I, dream of a life without want or need, where everything is supplied by the Gospel I believe.

I, dream of works published, works that will stand the test of time long after my transition through space and time.

These are things I hold close to chest hoping to see them manifest before my last breath….

A Lie- a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood. A Truth- honesty; integrity; truthfulness.

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Mortal Enemies
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Shadows flee from the hum of light ignited,

Fiery flames reach into the abyss of darkness spreading star dust,

Ambers brush across the horizon.

Soul awakens: rising, reaching, climbing out of hypocrisies tar-pit, thirsty for light, desperate for life;

Longing for the truth that cuts like a double edged sword, blind eye’s open, star gazing,

Illuminated vision forcing division…

Lies and Truth–

mingle not…!

PAIN- Mental or emotional suffering or torment. This is…

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PAIN
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Emotions range from distorted images in the mind,

Finding a rational grip on the ledge it climbs,

Setting goals too grab hold of the reasonings emotions breed from,

We too run,

Attempting to make it through cloudy venues; trying to find the opposite place to hide face from the bitter emotions and there addictive taste.

Some find shelter in a bottle of hopelessness,

Others fly high struggling to stay above the emotional storm that rages, rattling cages, ripping the foundation from under houses built upon lies,

Uncovering what was kept with-in self, treasures of darkness, a prisoners wealth,

Discovered by the light that shines through the ebony vail pressing through the fires of Hell,

Reaping the spoils of war, forgetting the emotions that haunted a life torn from the–

PAIN…

In your darkest time where it seems like nothing else can motivate you forward, not even a hope for you too cling to, it is in that time you receive an enormous strength to push forward from a voice inside you, seeming to come from out of nowhere, to remind you of your expected end. This is…

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A Still Small Voice
By LIMITLESS

My vision dims looking down the barrel of a dark tunnel, seeking for the light at the end.

Footsteps I count as the waves of the past wash them out, behind I find nothing that attracts my focus- “so this is the path to my dreams”? I ask myself.

The ground I walk on is covered in broken promises, which pierce my blistered skin like shards of glass under foot.

My blood and sweat testify of a determined heart, yet, in this darkness the temptation to part from path beckons me the more.

I was so sure, when I awoke from a fantastical epiphany, that everything would be so easy.

Oh my breath is wheezy, my chest heavy with the weight of my desire.

A tear falls becoming lost to the flames of my heart, evaporating my burdens into the budding sky, where my dreams lie.

Wishing I could fly to the end of this journey, but for this path I have been named worthy too walk the tracks of my future, shaping it with every step,

Hope keeps my soul far from death and yet I see no light at the end,

Then I hear a voice, which sparks an explosion, consuming the fumes of doubt in its brightness.

It speaks these sweet words softly to my soul, “continue to walk for you shall reap the blessings of your heart, if you faint not”….

Change can have an effect on the course of a life, so profound, its ripple is felt for generations. In the time it takes to breathe the moment is decided and your life will never be the same. This is…

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The Breath of Change
By LIMITLESS

Simple seconds tick away but the effects are strong enough to alter a day

The way has been re-adjusted stagnate footsteps have been thrusted

By its abruptness plus this is timeline surgery giving direction with urgency

Avoiding destruction maintaing course in its function provoking moments of anxiety

Resting in trust transformation happening to adjust

Just one second shifted the arrangement to avert ambush

Emergency intervention to change a thought to a decision

Quenching distractions flame before it rose with the attraction of a rose the snare of the soul froze

No!

Hinderance will be tolerated life will flow as God made it

Your dreams will produce the works they painted that’s why he saved it

Your road to demise his breath changed it

Like a funnel of wind rise up and take it the victory you where ordained to embrace it…

Quickly…!

We all are more then what we appear to be. Deep in the mind lies a path to the imagination where anything is possible; a place where one can discover an inner strength and peace; a place where change occures while outwardly everything remains untouched. This is…

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Nothing has changed, but everything has changed…
by LIMITLESS

By reasons of the flow of life

Life has taken every opportunity

Passed it to me and asked what will it be

Freedom from the false image or
slavery

To me to be a King is the destiny

Signs of my destination when

Creation response to me see with new

Eye’s clear vision clouds break their

Cover of light night brightens full-moon

Raises hearts dreams start

The Imagination becomes gateways to-

New decisions of possibilities

Deja vu’ moments the residue of time travel

When eye’s open and vision unravels

Becoming more sure force core of soul

To hold faith interactions with heavens

Gates nothing has changed in the

Seconds of consciousness but

Everything has changed drenched in

The depths of revelation I’m changed

When I beheld the image in mirror as

The fog of hypocrisy and force fed

Perspectives cleared I found the

Perfect picture of Me a King stretching

Angel wings flaming white taking flight

Up into the out-stretches of eternity….