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  • Valitsus nimi: Marco Miguel Robertson
  • Registreeri arv: 62151-066
  • Vanus:38
  • Aeg Serveeritakse:15 + yrs.
  • Kodulinnas:Loorber, MD
  • Lause:LIFE +24 yrs.
  • Praegune Charge:Mõrv
  • Teise nimega:Marco Miguel
  • Väljalaskekuupäev:Keda pärast süüdimõistva leevendust
  • Vangla Liitumine:Õigeusu sunniitide
  • Ringi mõju:Tewhan Butler
  • Institutsioon:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Olen Marylandi osariigi vang Special Management Unit föderaalse vanglasüsteemi viieteistkümnendal aastal LIFE + 24-aasta lause. NOPE, Ükski ta oli seda väärt!

At Love ma vaatan

Ma vaatan armastust läbi akna, kell päikese särav läige, nagu uueneva pöörlemist peegeldused mu emme järjekindlalt pähe tulevad, ajas äkki ma lähen murda tasuta, ja olla kõrval mu emme, kus me vahtima sama sära, et nüüd on mul all.

Ma vaatan armastust läbi sama akna avad, kui see ei ole paljas klaas, määratud püsiva kaugus, Ma ei tea, kenadus taevas, Tahan kallistada ja hoidke, ainult siis, kui ma ei mõista seda, I would embrace it so tight, with my every might, ei lase minna.

I look at love on my plain, but stained wall of about eight feet, dizzily dreaming, I stumble upon a gaze, in my rattled brain, that features bold visions of a newborn boy, the mini twin of me, gleefully chattering baby talk to his caring Mommy, the wife of me, it’s them who will possess and own my flesh and bones, no matter how old or lame I become, and may be.

Painfully, I look at love, as I blackout momentarily experiencing the evil of the blue eyed wickedness, upon my God given brown skin, then in soothing strokes of encouragement tending to match complexions similar to mine, I look at love in struggle feeling I’m close to death, as I taste my saliva, realizing I’m capable of dying via violence.

I look at love still wanting to climb and change, placing the past behind, stuck with thoughts of my killing, by those blue eyes, whom feel they’re sublime, based in a foundation of hate wielding anger, I’ll continue to look at love, though here it’s definitely a stranger. Please look at love, as you see me in faith, we will believe, while bouncing rays of hope, bounce from you to me.

Jumal tahab, we’ll meet, and look at each other love, while I drift into slipping thoughts of looking at love tomorrow, hoping I won’t forget it today, full of hollow sorrow. I’ll look at love, as I remember it’s existence past, long gone. Armastus, Mina, look at you deeply.

Marco Miguel Could Sure Use Some Love!!! 🙂

Poem By Marco Miguel

  

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