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John May 2015
walls
these walls are everywhere no matter what i do theyll will always be there
i try but i cant get through these walls
what are these walls
are these beings from another world that have resistance against them no they are far more worse
these walls are
BUILT
they are built by no one else but
ME
how now could i be so blind and havae these things created
am i the responsible for these walls that are so hard to destroy and get through that
not  only me but no one could get in and help me or i could help them why are these walls so thick
why did i created this and
HOW
how did i make these walls get like this i see no point no more all i see is
WALLS when will these walls be crumble
CRUMBLE down to MY FEET
i dont think so i dont think i will see the day when that day will come  
HOWEVER
i shall
NOT GIVE UP!!!
i shall not let down no matter what i shall
PERSERVER
and one day i shall see these walls go down inthis life or the next no matter what i shall come through
and succeed to what i want
even through these walls are in my way they are only obstacles
obstacles tha i can over come........
I will follow you my love to Paradise
Where we can bathe in the everlasting waters of Eden
The path appears turbulent at first glance but we will seize the moment
For our love will not weigh us down similar to an anchor
But it will keep us afloat as a life perserver securing our heats
We shall drift away together in a blissful lake of tranquility
The rays of the sun will serve as our guide before the clouds hinder our journey
The darkness appears just over the horizon with perilous intent
But we can survive from the light that exist between us
A glorious brightness that is able to penetrate the obscurities of life
Embrace the warmth of these waters as we immerse in the passion from our love
Let us drift away together in Paradise
©2/20/2019
Rocksteadylety Mar 2020
I came to the desert far far away
in the beam of the heat to find recluse,
and hide from la ley.

with a backpack and a few dollars
I could see me
I could almost see me
free
en el otro lado

but hardship and struggle does not care
whether or not i am truly blessed,
All they saw was the color of my skin
brown and oppressed
they ordered me to undress,
if i attest
i will die
need i tell you the rest?

I came to the dessert far far away
i came with a friend
we walked all day in this last day of may.
Its truly remarkable,
what true friendship beholds
when two people help each other perserver
like they should
i suppose.
This poem is the story of my fathers experience crossing the border through the desert.

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