Seager's blog: "Unsilenced Voice"

the red rose whispers of passion,and the white rose breathes of love,or,the red rose is a faclon,and shay the white rose is a dove.But i send you a cream-white rosebud,with a flush on its petal tips,for the love that is purest and sweetest,has a kiss os desire on the lips.

Once in a lifetime, you find someone special, your lives intermingle, and somehow you know . . . This is the beginning of all you have longed for, a love you can build on, a love that will grow . . . Once in a lifetime, to those who are lucky, a miracle happens and dreams all come true-- I know it can happen, it happened to me, for I've found my "once in a lifetime" with you.

Love is a friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad. It settles for less than perfection, and makes allowances for human weakness. Love is content with the present. It hopes for the future and it doesn't brood over the past. It's the day-in and day-out chronicle of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories, and working toward common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it is not enough, so search for it, ask God for it, and share it!

I believe in miracles and dreams that will come true. I believe in tender moments and friendship, through and through. I believe in stardust and moonbeams all aglow. I believe there's magic and more there than we know. I believe in reaching out and touching from the heart. I believe that if we touch a gift we can impart. I believe that if you cry your tears are not in vain. And when you're sad and lonely, others know your pain. I believe that when we laugh a sparkle starts to shine. And I just know that spark will spread from more hearts than just mine. I believe that hidden in the quiet of the night, there's magic moths and gypsies a fairy and a sprite. I believe that if you dance the dances of your heart, that greater happiness will find a brand new way to start. I believe the gifts you have are there for you to share And when you give them from the heart, the whole world knows you care. I believe that if you give, even just to one, that gift will grow in magnitude before the day is done. I believe that comfort comes from giving part of me. And if I share with others, there's more for all to see. I believe that love is still the greatest gift of all and when it's given from the heart the gift is never small.

I believe love will find its way, and show us the answers to the questions being revealed. I promise you that I will always love you, and I never meant to hurt you. I know you really care and like me, I can feel it. I wish I could feel it in your touch, but I promise I will never forget. For out of everything in my life, I have earned and acquired Your likeness and how you care for me is my most valuable possession. And the memories I have with it Will always be my fondest.

All my dreams are gone, They took off in the wind. Just like all the songs no one finished. Nobody is kissing, Everyone is sighing, Tired and worn out from another useless day. Every tear is done, No hugs for anyone, Just another song about another hopeless cause. I no longer wish to live, In this world of broken promises, Where loved ones live in lies, then slowly fade away. I just want to die, And hope there's some sort of heaven: Over the rainbow, lie down in meadows. There's nothing left in the world. All my dreams are gone; I'm useless without them sleeping with me. Goodbye, you stupid world, Living for nothing, hoping for something, When all you have to do is die to get your way. I'm leaving tonight, While the stars are bright, So they can catch me in my tears And fly me straight to heaven.

With our hearts wrapped in Saran- Are we here to hear hollow words or sincere verbs taking flight to fan the silence? damn the silence! as it smothers the violence of a ghost locked and chained in solitude engaged in caged enraged soliloquy the words reaching out like desperate hands gnarled and grasping for even the lightest featherlike touch well deep within digital prisons snarling and gasping across chasms from our telephones too afraid of voices making us three dimensional intentional connection scares us crawling back into the void avoidance fits us so well well worn torn and wholly alone