C/P’ed Old Poem

Out from the dust bin retrieved (I this).

Miguel’s Love Poem (yet again, oooweee)

I resurrect here for the umpteenth time, a love poem of which I am very proud. It expiated for me what I had undergone during a tempestuous romantic relationship. This was a definitive one, oh yea. And so the poem was an affirmative response to it. There was a time in my life where all I wrote was poetry. But had I not pursued other means of expression I would not be what I am today. I had to move. Without further ado, here is Miguel’s Love Poem….

“And The Stars Fell”

There was something about you.
I was moved, but unaware.
There was a big doubt too
of all which lay there.

The most insane romance
I’d ever known.
I saw it all askance,
not fully blown.

I was then, not attracted to you.
Your intentions, a mystery.
There I was, not a single clue.
No, never in that history
did any relationship take this road.
At work, our paths would not cross.
Not an inkling of the load was forebode.
Came the pitch, came the toss.

There you were, sitting across from me.
So friendly, it was beyond words.
It had just but begun amazing me.
Introduction on wings of birds.

We became close friends.
I was very comfortable with that.
Round fast winding bends.
An extraordinary turn at the bat.

I still remember that day at work
that we first sat together.
Upon my face, a ridiculous smirk,
and the comment as to whether
the stars would fall now
that in seating we were banded.
Would I’d not said that, no how,
oh, hated script, I’d been handed!

For it was then the moment,
that having been said,
led the fates to foment
the cataclysm ahead.

Oh, they’ve had their laugh,
oh foolish me,
I should have done the math.
I did not foresee.

Oh, we had a nice run, really.
We were incredibly compatible.
The death knelled shrilly
Of relentless hell indefatigable.

In the face of it all
we “loved” so very deeply,
now rolled up into a ball
careening downhill steeply.

And to join that hopeless vision,
there it was, chiming in
like a masterful incision
announced by an orchestral din.

Yup, The Stars Fell,
colliding all about us.
The air did swell.
P.A.; All Out Da Bus!

So much death and devastation
which then severed our relation.
An instant levered consternation
served to lend us more frustration.

So here I walk among cosmic conflagration.
This is the cost of a “love” surpassing.
thus inspiring resentment and sheer botheration
for in having been was but trespassing
all boundaries set forth at earth’s foundation.
At the least, Starfall was irretrievable.
Such unsanctioned “love” would cause inundation
of ordinates, a thing beyond aggrievable.

It was a circle, I see it now,
set in motion by my remark that day.
So, to the fates, I owe the final bow.
They mercilessly deigned to end the fray.

Though I was outmatched and had no guile,
they chewingly gnawed my heart the while
I bled and died within a faded smile.
Look There, behold the blood-drenched mile.

You ask me why yet I remain
among debris of stars broke asunder?
I relive moments in the stain.
I laugh at an irony born of wonder.

This tribute given a “love” so mere.
This monument before you here.
Envious of “love” born but to disappear.
Could this be made louder, and clear?

Tho the stars gave witness to our “love”
as if it were sent from God above;

It was not, I tell you true,
for it’s made up of me and you!

The End


Thanks for the time given to view this, sincerely; MAO

I could be reached at kingrat1397@gmail.com, or at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo (of Huachuca City, Az)


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I can be reached at; turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Facebook.

Romance; Live, Die, Repeat (pt.1)

Help for the lovelorn. 

The elements of a failed romance; Anxiety, heartbrokenness, relentless pain, and a great extent of self-disablement, in fact, so much affliction that you go in and out of despair and hope. Much insecurity. You are not the same, no stability. So much so that some commit all kinds of suicide. So much turmoil that at times other’s lives are taken.

Substance abuse.

Liquor, drugs and even debauchery. The worse of is what one does to self, relative to abusive substances. Waiting for the end; Live, Die, Repeat.

Yet there is a way out. There is hope.

Your greatest asset is your mind. This series will attempt to provide you with what the mind requires for taking control.

Words are essential for Power because with words comes enhancement to “Faith”, belief.

The words and phrases I bring to your table, are familiar to you. But you must endow them with something new. The following will be but a small smattering. ============================================================

It is the goal of this series to enable empowerment in the area of creating better habits, succinct ones which can put you in control, yes…                          

Words and phrases; 

Anchoring Investments

Role Play       

Perpetuity or Perpetuation of Role Play 

Perspective (putting things into perspective, relevance).


Anxiety (floods of…)

Faith (a small yet powerful one)

Address (as in issues which must be addressed, faced)

As to this one above; it is that which goes “unaddressed” which leads us to the patterns of “Live, Die, Repeat”






A word of caution. There will be some Spiritual elements here. So if you are intimidated by the concepts of God and Faith you may not be disposed to receive the good which can come from this series. Why should you care if you can find deliverance? Use that same reason you are so proud of and employ to criticize the believers for not being in possession of (careful at this juncture that Anxiety does not derail you here, cause you to leave the series).

Some of this material will be found in previous posts. But not with the intent combinedly of this series. You must be brave. You must be determined. Determined to shove truth down the throat of avoidance. Aren’t you tired of running away from self-help?

From taking charge, from functioning as a grown-up with financial things, obligations but neglecting your well being? Besides, you might be of help to others having learned these things? You might even obtain the building blocks for writing a book?

Final warning; Suspend Disbelief.

IE; Any preferential shaite such as “Who is this guy”, by what authority does he purvey this material, rise up within, then use your darned head in reading, if it makes sense then suspend disbelief. My credentials do not belong to this world (ye knucklehead). With common sense comes healing. And don’t lump “religion” into a package of temerity.

This has been somewhat of an intro. So expect better things and return to pt.2.

I can be reached at; turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Facebook


The Romantic Redemption Drama (Revisited)

Reissuing this old popular post.


First: What is a Redemption Drama?

Blanket Statement: All of our pastimes, our occupations are Redemption Dramas. And why?

Simply put…

We all possess the Innate Void and its contents, its significance is harrowing, so frightening that the human Psyche is impacted to enact Redemption Dramas, IE Set about to counter it as if in a race, a competition. 

This is why we love positive attention directed at us. We are a Void Driven Creation, became so after the outlined “Myth” described as the Fall of man in the “Mythical” Book, the Bible.

The evidence is evident (Evident Evidence, um...).

All that we do is but to identify with and accumulate Value due to the absence of the Life of God forfeited in Adam our progenitor (But of course this is a myth, eh?)

A young man once answered me in reference to this above (All that we do…):…

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Standalone Penny Quote

To define a winner only by the presence of the loser is to reveal a loser needing to cover with a win.

I can be reached at; turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Facebook.

Getting Rid Of Romantic Pain

Often we will stall, yet knowing the right and only way, we procrastinate. It is as if we love the misery, the continuance of incorrectness. The perpetuation of imbalance. The reason for this is a forlorn hope inside which yet rests upon “Self”, stubborn which insists on us finding a solution which conforms with giving props to self.

Mistakenly we are still in the falsehood, in the game, the loser’s game. The mockery. Still at work building the myth, the legend of identification value. Uncannily, this we remain with because we are in possession of that spirit which instinctively though bleeding out profusely from a gaping wound resisting truth and out of frailty is propelled forth prompted by the same affliction to hoist the banner of Contradiction and in doing so vesture contradiction with might, dress failure with failure (paradox) indeed. Do you not see the futility in this?

Ipso facto; When recognizing the weakness leads one to address it with denial, turning one’s back on it praying that it might cease to exist.

Hurt in one romance, instantly immersing self into another. Occupying in sex, the rudiments of what initially procured the labyrinthine pain. God help us.

The actual solution we do but avoid.

We stall. 

Put off but to in the end find our hands full of the same crap.

Riddle me this, Batman, if romance is an attempt at filling the Void Innate with fancy, emotional substances, whimsy and temporal avowals why do we overlook for answer the “Eternal”?

Answer; Because we are snakebit. 

And so conclude that we will play it safe with preferential crapiola.

The Eternal is the beginning of the tale. The Primordial which we relegate to Myth is why we work to endow self with resourcefulness. That in doing so we might redeem self out of this hole we have dug. Yes, believing is a more serious matter than we imagine. 

Look, my much-beloved friend…

How can we head on the correct path for healing if it will remind us, our being, of failure? For it is gumption we lack.

Gumption and Faith.

Listen to logic less you leave empty-handed. It is due to the very human nature that we are governed out of Dualities. Stick with me now, please. What seems to appear as wisdom for us quite often are but Dualistically launched ploys. And so we deceive self. Trick ourselves. Governed by dualities we are limited in options. A twisted logic. Oh yes.

What we see as logic proceeds out of a broken, and fallen creation. Marked by our constitution. Configuration. 

We might have a battle plan which says (for example), make a list, list all the pros and cons of this person whom I am trying to get over and done with…

To break this scheme down to its raw rudimentary components; One clarity must be essentially assailed…

A governing authority; A Duality. Due to us possessing a broken value system, a positive and a negative are equal. To not think of a person is to think of a person. All logic proceeding from a fallen being is broken.

All Void Value equals zero value.

The Void always has the last laugh on us, we, its homespun target.

Look, I must wrap this up, and so…

To overcome the pain of a romantic relationship I utilize Eternal things in a pragmatic way. For example. I have a Looseleaf Bible which I bought online from 

No, I don’t get paid for this.

But here’s the thing. It is a whole bible comprising of loose-leaf pages. You buy some loose leaf regular blank pages. You insert them discriminately. Read a verse, then go to the blank page and write a comment, your thought and watch that comment grow. Keep at it, and what you will find is that you are training your human spirit to respond to God’s Holy Spirit. Sensitizing self for the filling of God’s Spirit (the Eternal). To end this post what this means to you is Eternal Value and not we as humans attempting to salvage self.

This means Power, Love, Healing, and more. This also means a true pragmatic reality.

This means a real Faith. Not religion, not playing Church.

I love you and God Bless you, dear friend. Talk to me, msg me.

I can be reached at; turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Facebook.

The Predicated Pain Of Romance

When a romance goes sour, why does it hurt so much?

Believe it or not, the answer to this is simple and it is found in the value system within romance.

Once we begin a romantic relationship, precisely at the outset we have already laid self subject to the romantic value system. It’s a crazy thing, really. The bargaining system of the romantic relationship is that of putting blinders on. Oh yes. Each engaged individual is in it to build an image of self as lovable. This is the system of value which appertains to the romantic relationship. An IOL (Image Of Lovability). And here’s the scary part. It is as a separate altar of worship which competes for our heart in relevance to God. I have said it in many posts; The human being fears being adjudged as unlovable. This is the greatest fear of a child, to have circumstances adjudge one as “Unlovable”.

Think about this last statement above.

When a child is adjudged by childhood indoctrination as “Unlovable”, well guess what…

They spend the rest of their life in a prison which serves the purpose of “Contradicting this adjudication.”

Whatever they burn themselves out on becomes solely to but deny this conclusion applied to them by life. I have seen the most beautiful souls trying to outrun this verdict. I include myself here in this picture, deary. Some of you know I was sexually molested as a child.

We often trust our fate to romance. You can guess some of the mechanics of the romantic relationship. Point is that life will weigh us, assess us and we might survive it but when romance fails, when it goes sour, wow, that is so hard to rebound from. Why? Too much rides on it (romance). Its value system is too addictive.

This is why the great Golden Calf it is.

Heretofore one has accumulated value through the romance. Imagine when that gets removed. When it has no chance of returning. Even with a good chance of starting again with someone else. You will and are always in the way of chance, of failure. Can you pick up your feet and trudge forward?

Clavo con clavo no se saca.

A nail is not to be removed by another nail.

Love on the rebound.

God finds us. He finds us in and among the ashes. We have little idea of the things which beset us. We think that it is all about romance. All about security. The security this life makes available to us. I honestly wish to cry when I think of the many souls caught up in the hell we have made out of life, the chaos.

So many are the odds against us. But understand that this is why romantic love is so painful when it fails. Because once again we have sought a value system which competes against the love of God for us. Dear friends and loved ones, this is a theme which we don’t wish to acknowledge. But it is there within the fabric of this mess we make

Those adverse circumstances in our childhood (as in my case) served to invoke the Void within us as a fallen creation, intuited it was at that time and frightened the beans out of someone so little. For the Void tells of the absence of the Life of God within. It speaks of appertainment. It should be enough to make us want to understand “Life”, to put God into perspective. We need to change our status. Trust in God, accept from Christ the Life of God He sought to make available for us.

Contact me through the info below if I can help.

Pray dear friend, pray.

I can be reached at; turbans713@yahoo.com, and
https://kingrat1397@gmail.com, and at Facebook as Miguel Angel Oquendo. (Mickey, of Huachuca City, Az.)

Or you can contact these folk; Rev. Bob Schembre (Missouri), or Ministerio APG  (My Brother, Pastor Angel L. Oquendo, Spanish and English, Florida) both on Facebook.