THEODORE MOSLEY Poems

He was on his way home from school and seen a puppy playing alone.
Grabbing the puppy he was grabbed and his sight was taken from him.
My name is Michael and I woke up inside a cage with other crying children.
Scared and crying he wanted to run but his fear held him inside his cage.
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Days of sorrow have passed and nights of wanting to find solace in arms of deceit are withdrawn.

His body of troubles is being comforted with eyes of love and kindness.
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Alcolu South Carolina in 1929 is where I received my breath of life in freedom as a young black man and in June of 1944 my history began with my death.

Freedom of speech to 11 year old Betty June Binnicker and 8 year old Mary Emma Thames concluded my dreams of life.
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TREASURES HIDDEN
Carved out of the mountains in time where we lived came the chains of transformation
The hills of restoration and conservation became burial grounds for the first chapter.
Detained and destitute we watched the stars disappear in the eyes of our captors.
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IN THE STORM OF NIGHT
My heart was filled with love that time could not imagine ever existed.
No one could have told me life was not without the hollowness of pain.
I embraced the thoughts of being carried away on the silhouette of my mind.
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From the ashes of the mind he arose to the pendulum of a man in time.
When the doors of life closed his flesh the doors of his mind expanded.
Searching the heavens he found the whispers of the wings of angels.
Collaborating with the throne of grace he became the instrument of justice.
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A MOTHER TO LOVE
She is on a distant land within her mind as she crosses the path of her life for all to see.

Her days are without hands of forgiveness as she enters her world of torture that holds her.
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STAYS AT MY SIDE (A MOTHER'S LOVE)
Her life is known throughout time to compass the emotions of trust and nurture from within her womb.

Time is bringing her into the cries of the night as she secures her freedom from unknown territory.
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LOVE IS
When you fall from the heavens and the hands of her eyes embrace you.

Love is singing on rivers of fires as you melt the captive hearts of oppression.
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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.
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