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William Mosby Poem
It’s her laugh…
Deep in conversation I share my comedic roots
Intrigued by my sense of humor she begins to laugh
At first just a gentle laugh that we shared.
Then her voice cracks, and breaks into an amusing snicker.
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild.
I cant help but laugh
But not the type of laugh I anticipated on giving her.
I wasn’t laughing at her.
It was of higher caliber.
The sound.
Even though the laugh ended it still seemed to titillate my senses.
It was as if her laughter echoed through my eardrum on past my mind and deep into an abyss.
The Abyss I hid my heart in a long time ago.
like the tight gate around my heart splintered open, just enough to see a sliver of whats left of the fragmented boundless beating confused Monster.
Just enough laughter made it through the abyss to reach into the cracked gate
Just enough to touch the monstrosity locked away.
Just enough to make it laugh… Something it hasn’t done it a long time.
They say laughter is the best Medicine and that perplexed me.
Laughter cant cure cancer. It cant prevent aids.
But It can suffice as a bandage to wrap around where it really hurts.
It wasn’t my laughter that did this.
It was hers.
I don’t yet understand why god gave her the ablilty to heal my wounds.
Maybe im not the only person she has this effect on.
Maybe god wanted her to save the world with her
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild laugh.
Its sound good don’t it?
But as sad as it sound I don’t want her to be the one to save the world with laughter. . .No.
I want that laughter all to myself…Just for me
I can still hear her laughing.
Copyright © William Mosby | Year Posted 2011
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I SEE HER. . . .
Her beauty unbound by chains of lust, or self pitty. Her skin irreproachable, perfect, sound, unblemished, unbroken, undamaged, unimpaired. Her eyes carry the depth of the green sea, and when they look into yours they show you the man you could be, the man that you want to be .Just so you can be that man for her. She carry’s herself with an essence of independence, and a legacy long sustained by strong beautiful women. Her lips in a peculiar shape like that of a heart. . .wait it’s my heart i see bestowed in the shape of her lips. I realize my ambition to define the fine fabrics in which her brain is weaved. Her simple glare turns me into the submissive man vie only dreamed of becoming, for this means that I can complete the act of giving her what can be given back my, undivided, complete diligent love. As time goes by. . . She and I have been together for some time and I realize her beautify is unaffected by time her eyes stay bright, and luminous enough to put the sun to shame. Her skin never grown old for I always see her as the Angel she is..Back to reality. . . “Bro! “ i look up and see an old friend of mine wait, no a current friend of mine,, my body’s numb to the touch my legs erratically tremble below me I look around and see my youth, I look. My boy looking me in the eye like I was crazy. “You good, dawg?”. . . “was it all a dream?. . . i look up lost in a world without love nor compassion, and I . . . see her? My boy was asking me what’s wrong but I dashed forward to see her . . . I meet eyes with the angelic green eyes of the women I’ve been in love with my whole life and as our eyes meet I come to reality. The women I have fell in love with and spent with my whole life. . . I’ve never seen before tonight.
Love at first sight,
William mosby 3rd
Copyright © William Mosby | Year Posted 2011
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William Mosby Poem
Peace In An Unstable Word
Peace as a people is impossible
If one Nation has peace another is Hostile
Peace for us is unreal
Because for one Nation to have peace another is killed
We fend ourselves at others expense.
For small Portions of peace blood is spent
Is this peace I see an Illusion
An Invasion of rights with a fatal conclusion
Would you call this peace or instability
Or people saving themselves to the best of their ability
A world fixated on helping themselves
Real Peace is a world for helping each other
A world where all peoples are considered a brother
Each helping another, not hating others
Real Peace creates stability
Lives are preserved, not token by ill will
Rational functions lead to less killed
But different worlds under dictation
Worlds where freedom of speech will cause annihilation
Where individual thought is impossible by fear of Discrimination
Peace in this world? Where, How?
In this world peace is unallowed
Pain of other worlds is usually unseen
Ignorance of lives token for false means
People left in pain with hearts to bleed.
For as long as cultures stay separated
And we hate by accusation
Or take others freedom for self gratification
Our illusion will disintegrate
War will break out and no place will be safe
No way to keep life sustained
Only then will man seek real peace
But by then it will be too late
Our world will be over and life will suffer defeat.
Copyright © William Mosby | Year Posted 2011
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What you see in him is a man living without a cause
What he sees in you is a man judging that isn't god
You see destruction disperse with ignorance
All we see is a people taking what they need to live
Just because we populate the ghetto doesn't mean we made it
And just because we WANT out doesn't mean we will make it
Equal opportunity is handed to only some...
And those who don't have that opportunity are considered dumb
The media only shows our destruction never our progress
You'll see our once proud people in distress
But all you need is to Gain a little knowledge
Because less men of color are in jail And More are in college
But this you will never see
If your only source is a TV
As people we are rising slowly
Its to late to help so stand by proudly
Our past is history and our future is a gurentee
That our old struggle is over and victory is closer then it seems
By William, Mosby
Copyright © William Mosby | Year Posted 2011
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