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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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…”

TRIFEXTRA#100 :”THE FIRST TIME i SAW…”: STRANGE WAYS OF SO CALLED CLICHES

Finally, a chance to write….and for one of my favorite challenges! 

This week Trifecta’s Trifextra  week 100, (click to throw down 33 words of wonder), is starting us off…then asking for an additional 33 of our own.

Here is what Trifecta has to saw regarding the prompt:

” This week we are asking you to count syllables.  And words.  It’s a lot of math for those of us who might be more accustomed to dealing with words, but we’re confident you can pull it off. We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:

The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each.  We’re going low-brow on your this week.  Or not.  Can you class it up under these restrictions?  Give us your best.
To clarify, we are giving you 5 words.  We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38.

Hopefully I avoid sounding like our cave father (and mother) pre cursors!….Here goes…grunt grunt!

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“STRANGE WAYS OF NOT SO CLICHES”

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gr&d

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.

WILCORD

The Advent Of Aurelius :(Alice & Advent Both Start With A): For dVerse

Portrait of Emperor Marcus Aurelius as a boy. ...

Portrait of Emperor Marcus Aurelius as a boy. Roman artwork. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“THE ADVENT OF AURELIUS”

Thoughts, you must Augment

Show your soul is Gold

Often difficult..the Ascent

A journey brave and Bold

To Graciously admit

the errors of your ways

 Finds your Heart gilded

In Peaceful jewels of Days

To heed words of those

who’ve learned from errors Past

Will show your heart pure

 In legacy that will Last

“If it is not right do not do it; if it is not true do not say it.”
― Marcus Aurelius,

“Just that you do the right thing. The rest doesn’t matter. Cold or warm. Tired or well-rested. Despised or honored. Dying…or busy with other assignments. Because dying, too, is one of our assignments in life. There as well: “To do what needs doing.” Look inward. Don’t let the true nature of anything elude you. Before long, all existing things will be transformed, to rise like smoke (assuming all things become one), or be dispersed in fragments…to move from one unselfish act to another with God in mind. Only there, delight and stillness…when jarred, unavoidably, by circumstances, revert at once to yourself, and don’t lose the rhythm more than you can help. You’ll have a better grasp of the harmony if you keep going back to it.”
― Marcus AureliusMeditations

“If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is the person who continues in his self-deception and ignorance who is harmed.” ― Marcus AureliusMeditations

“Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”
― Marcus AureliusMeditations

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.”
― Marcus AureliusMeditations

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.”
― Marcus AureliusMeditations

Written For dVerse Poets Pub

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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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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

An Open Letter To A Saviour

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Dearest Ryan ,

Without you my fingers, my heart, would not be writing this…..this love letter…(far beyond the meaning of the word love)..you stood guard watching, protecting, infusing my life with yours..to save me.

Showing calmness of mind and spirit while protecting my being.

I know.

I know how hard it was….how scary to see part of your soul on the verge of leaving this realm. I know sweetboy…although you fought back tears and remained strong and vigilant …I know it was fear at its highest meaning.

My heart felt the same…as I was not scared of death..but of leaving you..our lives so promising..our futures bright.

Something wanted to take me …it surely would have if it had not stared you face to face…heart to heart…will to will.

If anyone doubted before…the fact that I am typing these words will abolish any doubts held by any being.

Of course the doctors did their best…however, when my heart had reached out in question..”Is It Time”?…yours was there gently stating with reason ..”NO, IT IS NOT TIME”.

You may never know how grateful I am as words often fail the souls definition.

…But you saved me.

This is an absolute. Truth in Truths form.

My love for you has grown even stronger….something I thought impossible.

My will to stay HERE…by your side…protecting you as you did me…is the strongest element in the universe.

I see it in Blues eyes…I hear it in soft crys of our future son…and I feel it in the gentle breeze that is now caressing my cheek….the universe knows.

With everything I have..

I love you completely…

.for now..

..for ever..

..for always.

My Savior.

My Warrior.

My Heart.

My Love.

 

Eternally Yours….I love you PI much…

-d ..seablackwithink

 

gr&d

 

KELILE AND KAYIN:TRIFEXTRA#93

English: The Bhavacakra (Sanskrit; Devanagari:...

English: The Bhavacakra (Sanskrit; Devanagari: भवचक्र; Pali: bhavacakka) or Wheel of Becoming is a symbolic representation of continuous existence proces in the form of a circle, used primarily in Tibetan Buddhism. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This weeks Trifextra is right up my alley. As a lover of mythology and Buddhism I was extremely excited to see this prompt….so many ideas made it difficult to pin down only one….Here is what Trifecta had to say:

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa , or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it. “

Join the Trifecta fun …click here to show us your 33

Here is my bit :

KELILE AND KAYIN :

THE PROTECTOR AND AWAITED CHILD

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Kayin was arahant.

 Listening to earthly souls.

They thought him foolish.

Not knowing Listening’s wisdom.

Hearing Them.

Silently..telling of his arrival.

“IT IS WRITTEN”

Kelile

– the gate-

-their protector-

smiled thinking of

Kasson.

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(Kelile-Bluedog and Kayin-Kasson)

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