THEODORE MOSLEY Poems

You rendered the artifact of life to the museum of life as you traveled the horizons of time.
Standing on the threshold of bitterness because of your direction, you ponder the signs of creation.
Searching for treasures within the elements of your dreams, the whisper of the wind collapses in your mind.
Your intentions are greater than your reality; your insight orchestrated darkness.
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Running to escape the chains of distant time and the whips of our spirit we fall prey to them.
Our homeland became the invasion of corrupt thinking that defined worthless thinking.
The battle of tears the battle of flesh became the uproar of minds to sustain broken dreams.
Degraded for living in our habitat of love, time misused our heartbeats for fatal attractions.
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He hears the seas dancing in the moonlight of your eyes and he drowns in your tears of love.
Your magical touches have his body swimming to the transfiguration of your kisses.
Sailing on the clouds of your whispers his eyes dance on each raindrop for your motions of ecstasy.
The love of you has his heart drinking love without dissimulation to create dreams of whirlpools inflicting his soul.
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Hearing the sound of the wind carrying the voices of innocent feet running endlessly.
Capturing the fullness of anticipation with each smile they concede to laughter with summer days.
Engulfed with the moment of nothing we run the streets of safety to endure the fast pace of each other.
Yesterday loved us without holding us hostage from social media of today.
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Beautiful and poetic it sustains the environment with nourishment that the earth calls for.
Powerful and swift the currents are flowing downhill in waves of forceful directions.
Without warning it takes your calisthenics and turns them into feeble obeisance for its control.
Sojourning the winds with its crystal freefall the trees abandon the fertile ground with tears.
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The tranquil sound of beauty arrayed in the moonlight for eyes to serenade without dreams.
Multiple colors of serenity and the thoughts of onlookers had their words embalmed in time.
Searching the sky for the beginning of the end, we enhanced the truth of the matter.
Seeing without seeing we develop the transition of witnessing the covenant made without hands.
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On the continent of rare jewels forged from the earth, I gained prosperity with my dreams.

Daybreak find me running without the love I knew the night before, with chains on my life.
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He was born with the innocence of love created from heaven to behold the immigration of time.

Looking into the eyes of desolation with eyes of submission he surrenders his being for love.
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The doors of slavery for America were opened when the people of Africa were colonized in Jamestown VA in 1619 to help in production of a lucrative crop called tobacco.

Born into slavery, Crispus Attucks became a martyr of the American Revolution in 1770.
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Today is a new day of fun for me but the hands of neglect punish me with cruelty for being me.

I survived the monster that was hiding under my bed and now I must endure the monster in front of me.
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