Silver Star - 3,171 Points [jesusatcalvary]


121. Anger Within 3/24/2017
122. Dark And Beautiful 3/24/2017
123. Flowers Of Love 3/24/2017
124. You Are 3/24/2017
125. You Belong To Another 3/24/2017
126. The Doors Of Our Lives 11/17/2015
127. Sanctified 11/19/2015
128. Your Glory Without End 12/17/2015
129. Your Breeze 9/20/2017
130. Black Rose 9/20/2017
131. The Way She Moves 9/20/2017
132. Hurricane 9/20/2017
133. Damaged Heart 9/27/2017
134. Treasure Within 9/19/2017
135. Trees Of Nature 9/19/2017
136. A Man In Time (Tribute To Nelson Mandela) 11/20/2014
137. What If 9/19/2017
138. In The Storm Of The Night 12/4/2014
139. Treasures Hidden 12/15/2014
140. Where Are We Headed 4/30/2015
141. We Live Here 6/26/2015
142. Streets Of Time (Paul Gaston) 2/26/2016
143. We Cry Out 11/16/2015
144. Tulsa (Black Wall Street Massacre) 5/15/2015
145. The Color Of Our Skin 2/22/2017
146. Cries In The Night 4/30/2015
147. Contrite Heart 9/28/2017
148. Today (George Junius Stinney Jr) 1/14/2016
149. African Queen 3/30/2017
150. Taken From Home 9/18/2017
151. Trees Dancing In The Moonlight 12/15/2014
152. I Can'T Breathe 4/30/2015

Comments about THEODORE MOSLEY

  • Henry Hedgepeth (2/13/2017 10:44:00 AM)

    Theodore writes with a fire that searches the soul for answers and leaves the aftermath to your own personal experiences; fierce and relaxing; revolutionary and peaceful.

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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...

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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.

Time took away your walk on summer nights and your breathing started to expire.

Love is swimming on your mind to unleash the graves of life to occupy your room.

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