THEODORE MOSLEY

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THEODORE MOSLEY Poems

41. All The Way 12/16/2016
42. I Want To Be President 12/16/2016
43. Streets Of Life 12/16/2016
44. The Champ Is Here (Muhammad Ali) 12/16/2016
45. Where Does It End 12/16/2016
46. Change 1/20/2017
47. Family Reunion 1/20/2017
48. The Love Of You 1/20/2017
49. Yesterday 1/20/2017
50. Rain 1/23/2017
51. Rainbow 1/24/2017
52. The Lord Is Not Satisfied 1/25/2017
53. Chains On My Life 1/26/2017
54. Hidden In Time 1/31/2017
55. Happy New Year 2/3/2017
56. I Am Innocent (Henry Devon Hedgepth) 2/3/2017
57. Blood Stain Streets 2/3/2017
58. Our Hands Up 2/3/2017
59. The Anguish Of A Mother 2/3/2017
60. The Black Woman I Am 2/3/2017
61. Treasures Of Love 2/3/2017
62. Hidden Agenda 2/6/2017
63. Secrets And Lies 2/6/2017
64. Goddess Of Love 2/7/2017
65. Sanctuary Of Nature 2/7/2017
66. Sunday Morning 2/7/2017
67. Trumpet Of Love 2/8/2017
68. Doves Of The Night 2/9/2017
69. A Mother 2/9/2017
70. Flame Of His Kisses 2/9/2017
71. Broken Dreams 2/10/2017
72. Desires 2/13/2017
73. Black Widow Of Love 2/15/2017
74. He Lost Her 2/15/2017
75. Within Her Heart 2/15/2017
76. Do You Love Me (A Women's Heart) 2/15/2017
77. Forgiveness 2/16/2017
78. Fire In The Heart 2/16/2017
79. Our Freedom 2/17/2017
80. Missing Him 2/17/2017
Best Poem of THEODORE MOSLEY

I Can'T Breathe

I CAN'T BREATHE
My life is not mine to sojourn with others, as I live within my corridors of hatred.

I hear the silent thoughts of others, with temptations of actions that burn their desires.

Created in time, I became the insults of emotions that penetrated the features of mankind.

I can't breathe when I talk to my children about life that disposes them to unheralded death.

Escaping a dream to bring forth the calculated calligraphy, I expose them to the surveillance of my mind.

Without endangerment I succumb to their prison and freefall to the explanation...

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Your Eyes

YOUR EYES
When we look at you, we see the ocean dancing with the moon in your eyes.

The poetry of your skin causes fires as you walk through the waters of life.

We see your curves dismantling the overture of lips with your reward of kisses.

Escaping the volcanos of desires, your body becomes entombed with movements.

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