I unearthed you that winter,

And discovered in solstice

That I am your keeper.

You’re the incessant blaze

That burns inside me,

You’re my built-in hearth.

Like the fireplace,

My chamber is made of bricks

That guard your flame,

I am the candle keeper.

You need me to keep your light

I need you to warm me.

Together,

We await in hope

For the vernal equinox.

But remember,

That even in the gray

Of frozen days,

 We endure

The turmoil

Of the seemed endless blizzards ~

We bloom in gloom.

You’re the relentless flare

That lit the wintry alleys

When doldrums

Overtook my sanguinity.

I coat you,

Steadfast,

Bearing frost bite

And the stings

Of Defeat.

I am in your keeping from inside,

I safeguard you

From the harsh world outside.

Your glowing amber

And my unwavering strides

Steer us forth.

I see us,

Together,

In springtime.

Welcoming 2013 . . . Embracing New Beginnings . . . Celebrating Life!

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I am grateful for the chance I am given to see the world, and at 40, to see another greatest land in the world.

Ever since I enrolled in the school of life few years ago, traveling and seeing new places and lands, meeting people of different colors, embracing the cultures of every country, learning a little of their language and speaking them trying to sound like the local, awe-inspired by their heritage, dining on their tables; sampling their foods, breathing the air, living their lifestyle in few days and taking in everything as much as I could to take with me, to take with me home. I am enriched. Memories are forever, as long as we remember.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques

I was 18 years old when I coined myself a french nickname: JEQUES. I was given a birth name JESUS by my father because he had an agreement with God that if he will have a boy for his youngest CHILD, he will name him Jesus. I am the greatest disappointment of my father, I grew up to be not the Jesus he wanted me to be: expelled in my first year from the seminary when I was 13. It was a long soul-search after that trying to define who I am.

At 18, I know who I am and I know how people should call me. I am Jeques, the name I chose for myself. It proves my early fascination for french and dream to one day see the place which I did when I celebrated my 40th birthday. I am being true to myself. I know my father wherever he is now would look down to approve of the life I chose for myself. I am not after all a disappointment.

I wish you well.

~ Jeques