THEODORE MOSLEY Poems
|81.||The Color Of Our Skin||2/22/2017|
|82.||The Day Before||2/22/2017|
|83.||Black History Our History||2/22/2017|
|84.||Breeze Of Her Walk||3/2/2017|
|85.||Queen Of The Nile||3/3/2017|
|86.||You Did This To Me||3/6/2017|
|87.||I Am Not Worthy (Naika Venant)||3/16/2017|
|88.||An Icon (Ms Angela Davis)||3/24/2017|
|90.||Dark And Beautiful||3/24/2017|
|91.||Flowers Of Love||3/24/2017|
|93.||You Belong To Another||3/24/2017|
|94.||Above The Storm||9/14/2017|
|95.||Beauty Comes From Within||9/14/2017|
|96.||Bed Of Sex||9/14/2017|
|97.||Behold Thy Mother||9/14/2017|
|100.||Can I Kiss You||9/14/2017|
|106.||Grass Is Not Greener||9/14/2017|
|107.||Heaven Looked For You||9/14/2017|
|111.||I Can Stop||9/15/2017|
|112.||Into The Darkness||9/15/2017|
|113.||Is This Real||9/15/2017|
|114.||Let Me Go||9/15/2017|
|115.||Lied To Me||9/15/2017|
|116.||Make Me Do||9/15/2017|
|120.||Rapture Her Body||9/15/2017|
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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...
The Eyes Of A Dove
THE EYES OF A DOVE
When she wakes up, the morning raindrop caresses her smile with honeysuckle songs.
The dew gathers her hair with the rainbow and flowers begin to sing to the ocean.
The moon is whispering to the eyes of a dove as she rides the wings of Pegasus to earth.
Serenity of love plays from her curves and the night dreams of her return to the Milky Way.