THEODORE MOSLEY Poems
|81.||Sleeping In Her Mirage||2/17/2017|
|82.||Above The Storm -new-||9/14/2017|
|83.||Beauty Comes From Within -new-||9/14/2017|
|84.||Bed Of Sex -new-||9/14/2017|
|85.||Behold Thy Mother -new-||9/14/2017|
|86.||Black Panther -new-||9/14/2017|
|87.||Black Woman -new-||9/14/2017|
|88.||Can I Kiss You -new-||9/14/2017|
|89.||Civil Rights -new-||9/14/2017|
|91.||Controls Me -new-||9/14/2017|
|92.||Crying Heart -new-||9/14/2017|
|94.||Grass Is Not Greener -new-||9/14/2017|
|95.||Heaven Looked For You -new-||9/14/2017|
|97.||Her Smile -new-||9/15/2017|
|98.||Her Walk -new-||9/15/2017|
|99.||I Can Stop -new-||9/15/2017|
|100.||Into The Darkness -new-||9/15/2017|
|101.||Is This Real -new-||9/15/2017|
|102.||Let Me Go -new-||9/15/2017|
|103.||Lied To Me -new-||9/15/2017|
|104.||Make Me Do -new-||9/15/2017|
|106.||Night Falls -new-||9/15/2017|
|108.||Rapture Her Body -new-||9/15/2017|
|109.||Resurrection Sunday -new-||9/15/2017|
|110.||Sands Of Time -new-||9/15/2017|
|111.||Shades Of Love -new-||9/15/2017|
|112.||She Did Not -new-||9/18/2017|
|113.||Sitting By The Lake -new-||9/18/2017|
|114.||The Day Before||2/22/2017|
|115.||Black History Our History||2/22/2017|
|116.||Breeze Of Her Walk||3/2/2017|
|117.||Queen Of The Nile||3/3/2017|
|118.||You Did This To Me||3/6/2017|
|119.||I Am Not Worthy (Naika Venant)||3/16/2017|
|120.||An Icon (Ms Angela Davis)||3/24/2017|
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.