Oh Identity, I am renown by you. Not just the papers which I carry in my wallet, or the papers in my house I keep or hide like birth certificates.

You are my label, you are my tag. When the power of association brings me to mind among others who know me, the picture, then of you is conjured, you annoying nuisance.

People are restricted by you, representative, yet lying hypocrite. I build you up from the ground, put attractive colors upon thee, in the hopes that some would find pleasure and attraction, yet you’ve maliciously mocked and attempted to choke me.

I’ve often attempted to make you out to be a comfort to me yet you have blatantly discomfited me. Gave me no rest at times, I’ve lost sleep at times due to your disturbances. Cannot we see eye to eye (or is it “I to I?”).


I hate to admit it but it is in you I have invested. Then again why is it that when I invest in you, and then invest you into this life, you go on and mock me. You were not designed by me to mock me. But there is something amiss, a thing awry, yes a external, a eternal something at work here, which somehow ordained that my work, my investment in you (Identity) would always come to naught.

Why, but why, must you defraud me, and then worse, why must you insist that it is I, it is I who am defrauding self???????

Will you not behave, will you not help me to foster confidence, erudition, charm, a bastion of fortitude. No, oh no, instead you tender whimsy, mayhem, chaos, and the worse of these is despair, futility, and insufficiency.

Oh Identity can you not one day rise up out of ruin, cannot my tears create wreaths of love, of joy about thy neck, cannot, can it not, please, please?

You act as if you are an illusion, a fiction, a lie. Why, oh why?

What is left to me, of what shall I be availed. What is that you say…..?

“Avail yourself of Truth” ??????

But I am naked without you!

How can truth clothe me?

“Nothingness will swallow you, less you submit to Truth.”

Wait a minute, hold on there…..

Are you saying that I am nothing? Am driven by nothing, and so it is that in desperation I dress myself with flights of fancy, illusions….

So if this is so, then what am I left with?

“You are left with God, real Life”


Thank you for reading, please if you wish, contact me in the comments below, or at or on face book as Miguel Angel Oquendo (of Huachuca City, Az.)


14 thoughts on “Identity

    1. Take your word for it (lol) It is! The reality of it is off the hook. It is something which threatens our grasp. The Spiritual for mankind bares down on such thoughts. Don’t want to depress anyone, really, just wish to deliver some, that’s all. Peace, dear.

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      1. I like to think things in deep, and it is funny how some things never make sense. I am beginning to think it is all an illusion.
        I love the way you write. I hope I get there someday ..

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      2. You know, based on what you value, that will be your direction, the course you take. That’s a given. See (not doubting what you say, mind you…) because you have said; “love the way you write.” Awesome, you will arrive at what you value, believe it. Another can only but inspire you, your super power will emerge, IE to say you will appropriate what you can handle, your individuality will be elicited with the tools employed. It will bear you creativity the flux of your experiences (ups and downs). But honestly, the blogging world and intimidation being what it is, I seldom encounter this type of encouragement and grace (kind praise). So thanks so much.

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      3. Being kind comes easy, because I love God. Don’t be afraid to be influenced by the writings of another, because it will be impossible for you to mime completely, as you develop with practice your individuality will emerge. Why I say this, is that it is likely that you see some of you in my work. Therefore visit some of my old posts, they have a lot to offer as far as introspection and truth is concerned. Read, you will emerge though you will feel that you follow my journey. Just like each snowflake differs. Your logic will frame things like a different carved instrument varying in degrees.
        Another thing, I provide contact info on some newer posts, if needed, feel free, I would never take advantage of a trust. If this seems forward just follow your instinct.

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  1. Reblogged this on andnowmiguel and commented:

    As Some of you are aware, am away on a big project and so unable to write new posts. So here is a wonderful old post which is quite profound (bragging) and quixotic, and ironic. It is I, it is you, so enjoy.


    1. Thank you so much. It tells a story which I repeat often. Except that this was a more entertaining method. Humorous. I think because it pokes fun at moi, folk got the message better. It’s funny what being tired of not being understood can do. All God’s doing, clearly, obviously based on the aforesaid intro. Thanks again


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