New Love

New Love [Haqueian Verse]

Haqueian Verse



Has bloomed again,

Like a beautiful flower,



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For Alisso 7-9-11


Words flow in

but stumble out

I whisper things

I’d rather shout

My heart thinks

before my head

Fingers cling

to words unsaid

Time stands still

while blurring past

Please tell me things

I haven’t asked

Too far to touch,

too close to speak

I’m bravest when


you make me weak

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for my now-fiancee, when we'd just freshly confessed our feelings for each other. 

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I'm letting go of my reervations

Becaus of days of synchronisity

Despite days of hesitation

Can you see what you do to me?


Things have been moving so fast

Causing uncomfortable vulnerability

But I'm letting it flow and I hope it lasts

Can you see what you do to me?


Our stories are so similar

And we met so recently

Yet you still sem so familiar

Can you see what you do to me?


This rush of emtions for me is so new

But already it's plain for people to see

And I hope I'm doing for you

What you do to me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(October 2014) Oh, puppy love.

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This Is Our Forever

This Love


Whatever the number of the days,

That we both have left, to live,

My heart, my soul, my steadfast love,

To only you...I will forever give.


You've made my life, so very joyful,

Being in your arms, is my happiest place.

You've brought laughter back into my life,

You've placed smiles, back upon my face.


And this is only just the beginning,

Of all I ever really dreamed of.

The days ahead, only belong to us-

For this is OUR FOREVER, My Love!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Happy 4 Months Together, My Gary...My Love!!


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something first, must die.

On Life and Living


I dared to finally confront,

to take that walk of dissolution


from all I ever knew

including the pain,

the desecration,

the hurt, the sadness,

the empty lonliness.


In letting go,

I, in essence, actually,

held on even tighter...

tighter to me,

to my sanity, my heart,


in a sure and certain life-grip

that whitened my knuckles.


The emotional and verbal

pummeling of my soul,

was tantamount

to a literal bashing

that left scars only I

could internally see,

and still always felt,

their constant bruising.

I was left feeling a worthlessness,

a total self-loathing

and such utter desire

to cease the pain by ceasing to be,

that my only other choice

finally was strengthened 

by my newfound will-

newfound desire,

to survive.


For sometimes to heal,

to live once more

and breathe on

a fresh air of dignity,

to begin anew,

to give life and self

to loving once again...

something first, must die.







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Love After My War

Soul Poetry


I fought for me.


And at long last,

Did I decide

That enough

was way past



I prayed for a peace

For strength,

And prayed for

The courage

That until now

Eluded my

every step.


And with the heart

Of a battle ready warrior,

My soul my weapon,

I made my stand,

Stood fast

And fought for

My very life.


After countless years

Of defeat

Of battle-scarred losses,

This was my


And victorious,

I emerged.



I fight that fight

No more.

I have found peace

In triumph

And love

After my war.




A Soul-Resurrected

Soul Poetry


I thought it now barren,

just empty of all emotion-

save for the despair

that so filled the hollow voids

and overtook any and all joy.


Now made to close itself off,

from the hurtful, hurled words,

-a verbal bashing of a heart,

long-numbed from maiming

and cold to missing affections.


No longer an open novel,

shared with others, unashamed,

now bound up tightly

with its very own bindings,

in attempt to protect and shield.


I had simply survive.

It became necessary

to shutter my eyes closed,

lest someone penetrate

my occular windows...and learn.


Learn of the misery, the fear,

the utter anguish and torment,

that for so long, far TOO long,

was concealed and masked,

in fear of anyone, knowing my truth.


Because who would believe

after so many years of concealing,

that such was my my existance

for almost...all along

so much that I wished to die.


Then in a sudden moment of Grace,

as I sat, tears streaming,

hands upturned, in sobbing prayer,

lost and broken, I petioned Him,

And God heard...and answered.


He gave me my answer-

along with the courage, the strength

and determination to break the ties,

that for too long, held me bound-

an inmate to another's sentencing.


No longer afraid, I rose up,

standing as tall as my convictions

and in a mere conversation,

took back and took charge

of what was mine-my very life-my soul.


In what can only be God's planning,

His desire for His daughter's  happiness,

He gave hope and love, back to me,

In a most unexpected source-

Where a past, became the present.


No longer devoid of any emotion,

No longer tied to what was,

Now moving forward to who is,

I am now, a soul-resurrected,

And life, became again, so worth living.



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One Missed Call

I think, today, I'm going to smash my phone with a hammer.
because everytime it goes off, I get a false sense of hope that it'll be you at the other end.

But you're not there,

you never are,

so instead of sitting here wishing upon stars,

I'll distroy the thing that causes me so much pain.

On second hand, maybe I'll wait until tomorrow...
you know...
incase you decide to call.  


It grows like a flowering vine
that entwines itself tightly upon a fence

With each passing day, stronger, more bound
to the surface that holds up it's existence

A fence that was once plain
Now enveloped in a verdant green



cannot know it's fullest potential
without the other

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