EMERGENCY TRAGIC MURDER IN FAMILY..PLEASE READ

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As some of you may know my husbands sister Jen was tragically murdered earlier  this week. Ryan, my husband aka Liquid Poet moved down here(houston,tx) a little over a year ago(from Bridgeton, New Jersey) to marry me…we have not yet been able to visit his family..while we make decent money and are hard workers…my medical expenses don’t allow us funds for instances such as these.

We desparately need to get to New Jersey by Saturday morning for Jens funeral….this is a heart breaking situation in all aspects…if you could or would…only if you are able..please help us out financially by donating a little to our PAYPAL account….you can click the paypal link back there or this one:

https://www.paypal.com/us/webapps/mpp/send-money-online

 

The paypal  account is under my email:

didi.hagar@gmail.com

or if you prefer you can transfer money( however much big or small will help and we will gladly repay you in any way you like…within legal/moral limits:)) to our

BANK OFAMERICA account

The account is under Deirdre Virgillo and Ryan Virgillo

If you wouldlike to help us via Bank of America pls email me at didi.hagar@gmail.com or text at 832-707-9300

Anything you can do we would begrateful for andwill repay you in any way of yourchoosing…we wouldnever ask unless it was absolutely necessary…please help us make thefuneral..itis crushingmy heart seeing my husband so distraught,tragically sad,numb , angry and confused all at the same time…we love each other dearly…and we love all of you…love heals….Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and sharethis post …you are inour gratitude meditations list for eternity

“JUNKYARDMAJESTY” – Wp Family and Beyond -We kindly ask for your support!

Hi family, 

My husband Liquid Poet has written a novel titled “Junkyard Majesty”…We have started a campaign on Kickstarter to get it published….Please support us in this venture..If you can pledge a dollar ONE DOLLAR that would be awesome! In return we pledge to support you if you have or decide in the future to run a campaign.

 

Here is the link to our project…check out the rewards tier!

Junkyard Majesty

 

All of our love, respect and grattitude!

-seablackwithink and Liquid Poet

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY HUSBAND

My sweet, awe-inspiring husband, LiquidPoet , has come up with a new weekly topic to get to know all of our WP Family a  little better. Please click HERE and check out his idea. I am constantly inspired and awe-struck by how inventive he is…this idea being one example.

I hope you will join him in sharing in a weekly story, memory, inspiration or idea. Please link back to the original post (Click “HERE”above for the link)….I’m sure I speak for many when I say I would love to see this community grow and learn a bit more about my blogging family.

Love and Respect,

 – Seablackwithink

SO, Here is something to consider along with my hearts words for my husband.

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RYNB

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT …..MY HUSBAND, LIQUIDPOET

A few days ago I offered  Trifecta 33 (38) words drawn from the day I met Ryan (a.k.a LiquidPoet ..more importantly, my husband and partner).

Here is the entry:

“STRANGE WAYS OF NOT SO CLICHES”

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Worst day of life.

Stuck.

 Hell by my choice.

The first time I saw him,

Hearts threw  clichés.

Awed Love at first sight.

Fates quite strange hand.

His  eyes said..

mark this day.

For it is our gift.

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The need to include the previous post stems from the circumstances in which we met.

We were both in rehab.

Coming out of detox I was sent to the wrong rehab center (keep in mind he is from New Jersey, I, from Texas…we are near Jupiter, Florida in rehab).

Five minutes from the transfer from detox to rehab…sitting in an office waiting, (why does this make me think of a Fugazi song?), to speak with the director regarding my transfer…My eyes fix on him…Beats headphones and a laptop..the warmest smile and brightest eyes in the universe. ..(Ah! Waiting Room by Fugazi)

Thinking it was detox heart flutters, not realizing the universe ways saying “The Door Is Open”…”Now Open Your Eyes and HEART”..

My shrinking black heart was fluttering blood….resusitating itself…pulled by an invisible string connected to Ryan’s Heart.

I was not happy. Did not want to speak…but I knew ..Something..something unknown then,(over two years ago).

Never believing in “soulmates” in a vast world of human organisms..never..not once…did I believe that I would be intertwined by another soul in Fate, Love, Eternity.

I was being transferred the next morning.

One night of talking music, waves, singularities….not even one night…all it took was one moment.

Here, the song that did it…

…and the artist who is now our friend.. Kasson Crooker (please check out his music here).

The universe knew….so did we.

Sometimes doors open but time must play its course….The Universe has a plan…and a big schedule..with open minds and hearts we can stay open to the gifts presented before us.

And We Did.

Leaving the next morning…I felt the string connecting our hearts…a life line…that in the end did keep us alive…even in terrible suicidal times we felt the string pulling.

Like our Friend Kasson….we are Symbiotic….and like Jason Silva says…separate entities that when combined become a force stronger than any in this world.

Now,

Let Me Tell You About My Husband

Capturing a person in words in a challenge…words tend to fail when emotions and traits are so powerful they lack name.

A pure heart.

Unafraid.

Facing death of his Love…He stands strong, showing comfort, love strength.

Only sadness in his eyes….blinked away by focusing on the positive..

“We’re Gonna Make It Baby”

Daily discoveries of hidden talents….I, left Awe Struck.

We.

So similar.

So different.

Teachers and Students…With an Eternity to learn.

Letting me be the free-spirited girl..

As I let him be the Inspiring Creative Man He Is.

Symbiotic and Separate

We are one in a Unified Field.

April, 2013

I was given six months to live.

The only change was his Love.

There is a Novel in that sentance…and a Novel in his eyes.

Ryan I Love You…..There are a thousand words behind each of those.

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“Those who doubt are fools…We’re going to make it baby”.

…TO BE CONTINUED…

WRITTEN FOR LIQUIDPOET – “LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT…”

TAKE THAT LEAP:NEW YEARS RESOLUTION:TRIFEXTRA#99

 

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 This week Trifecta’s Trfiextra #99 asks us for a resolution for the coming year using only three words. This is a fun one…so Join In!

Here is Trifecta’s offering:

“Michael Hess inspired us with his three word New Year’s resolution – just be nice.  We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015. And since this is our ninety-ninth Trifextra challenge, we’re giving away the journal shown below from Tricerashops, our Cafe Press shop, in a randomly drawn giveaway.  All you have to do to be entered is to enter this week’s challenge.  Good luck and good writing”.

The best thing I did in 2013 was something outside of my comfort zone. It led to more happiness and love than I’ve ever experienced. These three little words led to  LiquidPoet and I getting married. So, in 2014 I resolve to do this every chance I get.

RYNB

Here are my three…

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Take

That

Leap.

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RYND

I hope you all discover the magic that comes from leaping outside of your comfort zone…Happy New Year my Trifecta family.

With Love and Respect,

LISTEN.LOVE.WRITE.

-seablackwithink

 

DROP-PUDDLE-POND: #RSRGENREHAIKU : FANTASY

My brother Rob -Over at www.robssurfreport.wordpress.com has started a Genre Haiku Challenge.

This month it’s epic fantasy.

While commenting on my fiances post..I was inspired to write him alittle Haiku…the idea from Neil Gaiman’s – “The Ocean at the End of The Lane

Inspired by LiquidPoet , my love…. and my brother Rob..

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“DROP-PUDDLE-POND”

Maybe a……………. pond..

Or…Perhaps it’s a ……………. Puddle..

..For Us….an …………………………………………..Ocean

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mer·i·to·ri·ous : dVerse Open Link Night 125

 

 

 

TY3

A word from dVerse:

“Taking time to read and to add your own thoughts is an important part of what we try to encourage here at dVerse, and while it is true that there are some who seem to drop their links and run – especially on Open Link Night – there are many, many more who really do make an effort to visit with new folks and to make return visits to those who visit their blogs. To all of you – and you know who you are – I’d like to say a big

Thank You

“Meritorious”

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Words-OUR WORDS

we put forth to share

 wide with vulnerability

a personal dare..

To open up other eye’s

unseen

Exposed souls in written words.

What?I ask..

could be more despicably mean?

Than the “Hit and Run” poster..

Sharing their link…

With narcissistic pen.

No time to read others

brave words on a page.

Here, I’ll interject..

With some open advice…

Only a moment it takes…to welcome a Sage.

Reading the words

of other souls brave.

Inspires us all  in mysterious ways.

Instant at times..

at others unseen..

’til years down the line.

An inspirational spark

When  a moment we took 

others words We did read

circles like karma..

to the writer in need

the circle of written life

finds us complete.

We are all

Meritorious,

Worthy of praise…

So take a second…

a moment in time..

to read another

 say “Thank You  for sharing“..

Through community caring..

A universe of Authors confident

filled..

by a family of gracious  bloggers

On” Thank You’s” we’ll build.

TY2

 

 

 

Written For dVersepoetspub.com Open Link Night

The Specialist : (Meeting The Bar:Conceit)

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“THE SPECIALIST”

  Invisible warlords of

Infectious Disease

Stole her youth

..at the tender age of fourteen

A battle raged deep in her veins

Invisible troops…holding the reigns.

Blindly she fought tiny mongers unseen..

“The White Coats” 

charged forth from the frontlines..

blindly fighting with HAART..

an effort to save

her biblical bloodline.

A cease-fire in place.

Moments of Peace.

A  microscopic white flag  waved…

in the mongers defeat.

Twenty years past..

Planning for years..

They set forth to end

the life held so dear.

The White Coats” sat baffled.

Heads in frail hands.

Never, they thought

would the evil ones plan

To strike her in silence..

Behind their blind eyes…

Their exhausted HAART‘s fearing demise.

Then came the Knight..

Upon his Red steed..

To stand by her side…to search her lost eyes..

for the answer at need..

“Are you willing to fight”?

Silently nodding…gritting teeth and smiling..

She blessed the brave Knight.

For he was a “White Coat”

of  a different clan.

He had waited in patience..

Antidote at hand.

All that was needed was a two-hearted force.

The cure lay in Love

of a very rare sort.

The “White Coats” were thankful..

As was his steed…

Knowing the girl’s soul ...from the depths of his dreams.

The Knight’s Heart grew in strength..

shrinking disease.

A family now strong.

With an army of troops.

The curing medicine of love..

much like laughter...lasts ever long.

love

 

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-NOTE – I’m not sure if I used conceit correctly…but I wanted to give it a shot…now knowing the true meaning of the term in literature…Thank you to dVerse, Bjorn, Brian, My blogging family, Ryan-my fiancee-who I owe my life, my mom, and all of my wonderful doctors ..

 

Here is the prompt from dVerse for Friday:

” Today’s Meeting the Bar deals with conceit in poetry, a concept that you’ve likely employed before and will hopefully be an enjoyable one to revisit. Let’s start with a definition

Conceit is a figure of speech in which two seemingly dissimilar objects are grouped together with the help of similes or metaphors. Conceit develops acomparison which is unlikely but is, nonetheless, intellectually imaginative. A comparison turns into a conceit when the writer tries to convince us a similarity between two things of whose unlikeness we are strongly aware of and, for this reason, conceits are often surprising.’ Please write an extended metaphor poem, or passage of conceit and link up at the bottom of the post.”

 

 

Written for dVerse

An Open Letter To A Savior : Companion : Trifecta #104

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– Originally, a letter written in gratitude to my Fiance this morning (less than an hour ago)…it syncopated with this weeks TRIFECTA so perfectly …I decided to edit the post, then submit it for this weeks prompt…The Universe ( and T3 ):) seemed to want this…layed right out in front of me..how could I ignore this sign…after the gifts bestowed upon my being this past week…my eyes, heart and soul are at attention.-

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-Here is what Trifecta (click to join!).. has offered as prompt fodder this week-

“On to the weekly prompt.

COMPANION (noun)

 

:  one employed to live with and serve another

 • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
• The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above”.
HERE IS MY BIT….

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AN OPEN LETTER TO A SAVIOR’

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Dearest Ryan ,

My Fingers..would no longer be animate.

My Heart.. fallen Silent.

My Soul.. not be writing this letter of blinding Love…

(far beyond words meaning  “Thank You Note).

Showing calmness of mind.

 You stood vigilant.

Infusing our souls

so similar-

 Time  never allowing one without the other.

Time, his brother, Universe and sister, Nature know symbiosis is a treasure…without which devastation unseen would destroy a delicate  beautifully unique world.

I know how hard it was..it is.

How scary watching your symbiotic soul verging on leaving this realm.

I know sweetboy..as do our protectors.

Tirelessly feigning off  Devils who wish this world abolished.

Although you fought back tears …I know, (They know), it was fear at its highest meaning.

They too were scared.

As was my Heart...

I feared not death..

..but of leaving you..our lives so promising.

Futures so bright.

Something wanted  me …

.. surely it would have taken had IT not stared YOU

Face to Face…

Heart to Heart…

Will to Will.

If WE were questioned before…

My words here will abolish ALL doubts..

.. held by ANY being.

 Doctors did their best…

YET, when my heart  questioned..

Is It Time“?

…yours, gently stated with reason ..

IT IS NOT TIME“.

I saw them standing with 

Their hands on your shoulders.

Times tear gently dripped to your cheek….

It was up to you…their powers weak in  mortal realms.

You may never know  Their gratitude,

how grateful I am.

Words failing the souls definition.

… YOU saved ME.

This, an absolute.

Truth in Truths form.

My love, stronger.…something I thought impossible.

My will to stay HERE..

Your Companion...reciprocating protection..

….”WE”… the strongest universal element.

See it in Blues eyes…Hear it in Kasson’s soft future crys ..

Felt in gentle breeze,

(Universe, Time and Natures relieved sighs),

 now caress my cheek…

..they Know all

..and all Know..

I love you completely

..for ever..

..for always.

 Savior.

 Warrior.

Love.

My Companion.

Eternally….  PI much…

 

gr&d