A Message About Mixtapes And Love For Our WP Family

Sometimes when we hit difficult times head on we forget about the difficulties and hardships of others. So the mix tape both I and my wife are going to create will be dedicated to Kir and everyone else out there dealing with the trials of life.  Sorry we’ve been gone so long. Hopefully we will straighten our heads out enough to come back in full force like we used to be.  Thanks we love you guys.
From  Liquid Poet
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Continuation of “Letter From My Husband”

Ok,this is “Continuation of ‘Letter From My Husband’. “Letter from My Husband”,  which is a mushy yet meaningful letter/poem I wrote for my wife. I let her title it since it is for her and she wanted to post it on her page. I’m, as the title says, writing a continuation of it even though she hasn’t posted the original yet. They stand alone and also fit together. Ok so here it is

We have great times we have hard times. The fact that lately hard days weigh the scale down is a crime.
This coffee company, let’s call them Siren Mermaid Fucks. They try to grind us up, french press the life blood out of us. But we won’t let them. We are not coffee beans. Do you know what that means? It means their song is weaker than ours. It sings of things obscene.

To the customers the song goes like so: “Come have a latte. Coffee is Godly. So is espresso. Give us your dough before you go though.”

To us and other “partners”, the song sounds like this: “We will fuck you over repeatedly, every chance we get. We pay you less than needed to survive(if we pay you at all), to clean the restroom piss. When you get done, wash your hands or not. Make sure you give that lady her cappuccino wet.”

I’ve never worked for a company so horrible and tart. That’s saying a lot, because I once worked for Wal-mart.

We won’t let them win. Liars lies are always pushed out of the dark into the light. Then we will grin.

I said it before, I vowed it standing before you. We’re gonna make it baby. We gonna do what we have to and I don’t mean maybe.

I know things have been sub par.
I’m just glad to be with you where ever you are. When I first saw you I saw a bright star that I had to grab. No matter when or how far.
I knew just what you are. Your the woman of my dreams, literally. The only one for me.

Now we belong to each other increasing our strength exponentially. We will beat them as long as I’m with you and you’re with me.
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Continuation of “Letter From My Husband”

Ok,this is “Continuation of ‘Letter From My Husband’. “Letter from My Husband”,  which is a mushy yet meaningful letter/poem I wrote for my wife. I let her title it since it is for her and she wanted to post it on her page. I’m, as the title says, writing a continuation of it even though she hasn’t posted the original yet. They stand alone and also fit together. Ok so here it is:

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The Vicissitudes

The vicissitudes of my life are the vicissitudes of your life. 
My strife is your strife. My pain is your pain. All in all we’re all the same.

Yet we have some differences. Such as personalities, the perspectives through which we see. In the end we all pay the same expenses. 

We come from the same place, the womb and we all end up in the same place, the tomb. Different lives, similar stories. A stew of ups, downs, disasters and glories. Only details separate you from me.

Some have it easy, some have it hard. Some sleep in mansions, some outside the mansions yards.
Each and everyone of are are human whether we show it or not.  In that respect each and everyone sits in the same spot.

Some financially poor get lots of love, the haves. Some financially rich get no love, those are the not haves, too bad.

Orpheus had from his lover but not a dime. Hades had cash but never love from the beginning to the end of time.

Happy hippies have it right All you need is love to make it. Yucky yuppies have had it wrong. All you need is green go take it.

Like I said we’re different but the same. Playing our roles in the game. The vicissitudes of my life are the vicissitudes of your life in reality.
But it seems as though reality is more real for those with fewer dollar bills, than it is for those with stacks of hundreds sitting up on the hill.

I’m climbing up there though. Slowly but for sure. I won’t give up even though my body is sore. Money, I want more. For mine and myself, yes. But also to help others open the door. I’m stopping here for now. Not to rest, No.

I’m stopping here cause that boulder needs to be pushed and we have to go. Go work for peanuts and coffee beans. The love of my wife keeps me going, know what I mean?

We have all the love. They have all the dough. I’ll take love over bread. A few more bucks couldn’t hurt though. 

Hey Everybody!

Hi everybody,

“Let me tell you about…” is ready for your input. My Wife 🙂 Seablackwithink was the first entry. So come join in. Remember, no rules. No word restrictions or limits. Just make sure it’s a true story. Happy,Sad, Great, or Terrible.  It’s up to you.

Ok that’s it for now. Have a good one.

Oh, yeah. The only rule is you have to start your story with “Let Me Tell You About…” . That’s it.

Twisted Mix Tape: New to me in 2013

Ok here is my mix tape. Music new to me in 2013. A couple songs from when I was back in Jersey. Then song my wife showed me. Followed by video and pics from our wedding. Low-key, personal, and intimate. Vows I wrote as a poem for Seablackwithink days before we married. She added some words of her own when she read it. Then a few traditional vows our favorite of which is, “Forsake all others.”. We take our vows and marriage very seriously. Knowing hard times will come but we will make it to a place that those hard times will not be as hard. Ok on to the music.

Ok,  I know it’s late but I’m still going to do it:

This is for my niece:

This is for zombie lovers

These next two are for my fellow geeks, people that grew up in the 90’s and gamers

And the last two are for my wife.

All new to me in 2013.

And Jen I promise I will send you some wedding stuff directly to your email. ok?  🙂

Dream Life In The Waking.

One of my favorite parts of the day,
Is at night when we climb in bed and lay.

We snuggle closely, warmly, tightly.
You put your leg over me. I caress it soft, smooth. This I look forward to nightly. 

You fall asleep from the feeling. As do I, but I struggle with the sandman.
I want to feel you near, spend as much time touching your milky skin as I can.

I marvel at your beauty, sleeping  peacefully, dreaming of our future. You, me, Blue and our child.
He isn’t born yet, but we know he will be. Our level of certainty is wild.

I can no longer defend myself against the sandman’s magic.
To sleep away time lying with you seems almost tragic.

Now we both are in the vast strange world of dreams.
Sometimes prophetic, or wondrous. Other times nonsensical, nothing is quite as it seems.

Then the sun dawns and I see the most brilliant light right before my waking eyes.
Not in the sky, but in our bed. Not the sun, but you. I savor every second as time rapidly flies.

Every increment of time together in our dream lives and our waking,
Are gifts, fruit ripe for the taking.

We give each other , every day happiness supreme.
When I am awake the affect you have on me makes me wonder if it is a dream.

Yes it is. Most assuredly I say to you.
We are living in a dream come true.

For my wife, my best friend, my reason for breathing.
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