THEODORE MOSLEY Poems
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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 Moon Is Still There
THE MOON IS STILL THERE
The stars are crying in the night for the Milky Way to caress the speed of light returning to earth.
Running from space the meteor collapsed on the clouds and the rain began to submerge notes of love.
When the eclipse of the night subsided, the doors of heaven carried the Palladian of hearts to victory.
The moon is still there when the winds of the night captured the solar of the sun beaming upwards.