Change is a part of life, in-which, we are not meant to remain stationary; for those brave enough to venture the unpaved trail called future– hidden treasures await you. This is….




This session has become a true lesson on how to receive a bless’n through struggle rose a flame change

Came with weapons drawn ready for war with a freeing the blind purpose wandering aimlessly a refugee

purposeless diverting towards crooked, now, way laying all obstacles flat-out this is about true freedom from

What truth reveled cracked the code to open what fate sealed

The future lay’s wide open;

My hope ignited

My desire


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. James 1: 2-4

Time Trials of Patience

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

Time trial of patience waiting for the dreams ingrained in mind:

Time trial of patience staying focused on my expected end, grind’n till hope begins to develop & faith envelops eye sight.

I fight the good fight, spoken word swings like sword swipes,

I speak “till verbal articulation forms my hearts conversations;  Greasing the steel wheels of patience.

Time trying my resilience but I still proceed with heaven-sent perseverance.

Greater vision opens the gates to mediocrity’s prison, escaping, my hearts racing, as I’m gazing into higher dimensions…



Patently advancing to thee O, mountain top; Pressing forward while keeping my objective in sight,

I must fight & strive to enter like the fresh sun rays strive to bring life at the end of winter.

I must press into my rest;

Patience My Son…


I hear as I preserver through the raging storm that surrounds me, seeming to drown me, as it draws nearer.

But with no fear of failure I press with patience on my breath. Times of peace I find in the eye of this storm, my mind easing back, back to my dreams & immortal hopes.

With a loud voice as boisterous as thunder I shout, ADVANCE!!!

Patience collides with urgency creating a breath of fervency laced with the command of Man,

” PEACE… Be still!”

The raging storm subsides, frustrations found overrun by patience, I advance towards the climax of this journey.

The waters of relief wash the fatiguing stresses of my mind. I scan the valley of promise surveying all that is mine….

 An exhale of AT LAST exits, as breath is refreshed, I enter into my promise land now finally at rest….

To be free to allow your imagination to form into a powerful thought spoken into creation creating insperation which moves all under its influence is why I rest my mind in…

Time & Space

by Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

I got only time, framing thoughts ever flowing, no artificial influence needed, my thoughts ignite flames of enlightenment burning bright the light of inspiration;

My time in mind-space is far from spent, so I write on, limitless thoughts recorded on paper till the new arrives & the old fades in vapor;

Time stands still…

…Still at attention obedient to listen, sensitive to release its presence into the present, words linked to reaction, the deduction of the imagination breeds action;

I want more than a moment to ride the momentum of thought woken from its dormant state;



Door swings,

Open mind commands, thoughts move worlds like a wave of the hand;

Royal position when thought is completed, creation racing hastening to perform,

The thoughts I spoke into time & space….

“But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.” -(Rom 7:24) There is a war going on in your mind; a battle between good & evil, righteousness & Sin But the Victory is yours… As soon as you awake to the realization that the fight is to believe Gods word & the one whom he has sent to dispense his grace unto you, until then, your time in the reality of mediocrity will keep on…


by Edward (the Limitless Poet) Taylor III

Time ticking away, bitterness pining at my day, exposing cracks of unresolved frustration & decay…

Time ticking away…

Eye’s bloodshot soaked with tears, glazed over with the cloak of depression;

If I knew the purpose it might relieve the pressure off my surface…

Time ticking away…

Worthless my efforts seem only if time I could redeem:

Only if I could open my chest & let my heart scream,


Would my cries be heard? or would tears drop like acid rain corroding all hope?

Time ticking away…

My futures in the distance, will someone teach me how to bring it into today,

To make it alive, to dispel the self lies…

“you can’t make it”

“you’ll fail”

Let the truth in me reply…


Time ticking away…

The brightness of morning marks a new day;

Self speaks with truth language, gloom evaporates away & the showers of night lift;

A multicolored sign of promise bows in the sky, with hope renewed,

I now have strength to pursue & pursue I must cause…





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….

This poem came after the reveling open heart surgery God preformed during the latest Together Ministry; Much was revealed to me as a husband, things I never considered, things I’ ve grown to take for granted in my marriage; so I wrote this poem as my official apology to my wife, I love you sweetheart, & I apologize…

I Didn’t Know

Edward Taylor III

I didn’t know how my ravenous lust would put you in a rush to lend your heart & loan your trust.

I didn’t know that the promise of that day would put you under a curse called ” The Christian Wife of Today”.

I didn’t know how I took you for granted forcing you to obey a husbands harsh commandments.

I didn’t know that the ring would cause a sting from the nine tailed whip my tongue could fling, putting you in slave bondage when your supposed to be my queen;

I didn’t know how far I fell when I failed to source you love; I didn’t know that I would be the cause for your eyelid waterfalls.

I didn’t know that I was the one who was supposed to fill your emotional tank, instead of attending to you I took my seat & commenced to drink, watching NFL highlights, while missing the key to my life…

So I wrote this to apologize, please let MY hand wipe away the tears from your eye’s,

Let me be your king who commands the Oceans to relinquish their pearls to you,

Let me be the man who satisfies your inner girl;

Please let me repay you for the time you’ve lost.

I repent to you & accuse myself, because, without you my good is lost & my favor meets death;

So I ask for your forgiveness with a sincere & sorrowful breath–

Please forgive me my wife…,

I Didn’t Know….

This poem was inspired by the powerful healing ministry my marriage is exposed to. I’m thankful that I’m blessed to say my wife & I are stronger than ever. I’m open with this poem because it’s my hope that it will spark a fire in those who read this, and in those who share with me the same desire for a successful marriage . – Edward T.