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...
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.