THEODORE MOSLEY Poems
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...
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.