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Welcome to Ari-Wood. Step right up and see the sights. To your left, you will see the delicate fragility of fairy land. On the right, watch out for the fiery dragons. For your safety, we recommend you stay on the path and don't stray into the netherworlds of risk and chance. Alternatively, perhaps you like the benefits that go along with taking that chance..........
All rights to the poetry and stories in Ari-Wood
belong exclusively to the author.
That which is not mine,
That which is not good,
That which is not altruistic....
Is requested to leave.
The stories and poems encased in this crystal blog are written from my own imagination and in no way are intended to be viewed as written to any specific person unless I specifically state that it is.
My heart is a book which you leaf through as simply as the pages of this blog..
Antiqued an worn
The words bleed
From a hidden place
Deep within my chapters
Where only one can see
And whispering spirits tarry
Frayed are my edges
Yet my gliding
Remains beautiful
Not a mere ornament
But a testament to the tooling
Which has geared my life
Sown tightly is my binding
I have weathered the years
I shine with wisdom an character
Like no other book
Yet my cover bares the marks
Of ordinary use
Turn my pages lightly
And you shall read
My hued memories
Of dreams and dreaminess
Of times and timelessness
Of lives and liveliness
Upon my inner pages
Are scribbled
Achromatic dreams
My love
My hopes
My life
You are such a treasured book
All my love, Sister of my heart
(Written by a special sister of my heart...MsAlchemy2...a special gift...I wanted to share.)
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| A Message From Our Sponsors |
Jun 25, 2008 9:26 pm
841 Views | We'd like to interrupt your blogging pleasure with a message from our sponsors.....
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| I Saw Forever |
Jun 24, 2008 10:50 pm
816 Views | Did I wake you as I left your arms and, gathering a blanket, wrapped it round me? Did you wonder where I went so soon after having found that place where everything and nothing converge and all that is revolves around us in swirling emotion? I hungered still for your touch, you know, and in the hungering, knew there was much to consider for myself.
Moving quietly so as not to disturb you, I walked to the back door and stepped out. So hot the night air felt against my skin and, in the blanket, I was soon uncomfortable. There were no witnesses to the moment when I removed it and stood exposed to the barely moving breeze. It carried no relief from the heat.
I did not sit upon a chair nor lay upon the hammock, but stood silently between the posts supporting the roof. I watched the stars perform their nightly dance as my thoughts spun out from my mind and traveled to the place where you had left me. Your arms always hold me close as I descend from the heights we have explored together. Yet slowly, as you drift into sleep, I find I cannot follow you into that place; hold tight your hand though I may, still my thoughts are agile acrobats flying through the emptiness of a slowing heartbeat.
Like all women, I wish that I could see your dreams and know what part I play in them. As you leave the comfort of my body, do you still remember the touch or do you float along an amber cloud of your own imagining? Although we would never admit to the flaw, still....we are greedy. I lay silently in the darkness wishing you would tell me what you feel...what you think...what you need of me...and when you remain mute...I find my own words crumbling like so much burnt ashes in my mouth. Words I long to let spill like rippling water from laughing lips....and as they fade away into forgotten longings, my heart is sliced a little deeper. Take one more ribbon from the left ventricle.
Have you felt the ebb and flow of hope as days pass and still...only silence except for the rapid beating of your heart as your dreams touch mine and we spin away into eternity.
I saw forever yesterday as I drove along the highway and witnessed the endless procession of canyonlands along the Utah landscape. They spilled from one into another as if poured unfinished from the pitcher of life. It took my breath away to look upon the distances encompassed and realize that in all my days I could only hope to live a life as twisted with chance as those canyons. Chance is the carrier of opportunity.
Was it chance that you peeked into my world and found a word that echoed through you as if whispered from the edge of a far cliff? Was it chance that you reached out a hand and touched a heart? Was it chance that brought opportunity knocking at two doors? What measure do we use to gauge opportunity? What value has it in this world so intertwined with hope...and disbelief? Was it chance?
What merit is there in the heart that hopes, endlessly, hungrily, for all that lays open before it as if served upon a bed of well washed lettuce. Such a tasty treat your fingers long to simply capture it and bring it to your lips. Is it a gift or yet a meal? How will you touch the stars you feel within the chambers in your hands....a moment from the dance you cannot pause...but only wonder....shall I hold it gently with a kiss or taste fully from her lips...a single bite...it will not hurt...I promise you...no one will harm you...let me have this taste.
And so she wanders from the room, legs barely supporting her as her breast weeps scarlet tears from hollow teeth-marks embedded in her skin. You are aghast at what you've done, it isn't so...it couldn't be...and in the mirror....now you see her blood drips lazily from lips that curve in laughter.
It could not be. No, never would you harm another willingly, but as you wipe the stain from off your face you wonder...was that pleasure on her face? Perhaps her needs misundersttod....perhaps the pain spins into good....until she falls before your feet and you behold a piece of wood. It's all that's left of what she held for you...a doll you could not stand to view stand proud before another. Much better if she waits until you've drunk your fill. Ah chance....perhaps you will.
A thread woven into a tapestry. A tale told in one's own head...and now we see the way a simple longing can become...a fear...a question...I wonder what he means, I wonder what he needs, I wonder if he knows....a trusting heart the gift given when one waltzes round the room and yet the gift becomes a prison when her hope resounds too soon.
And silence echoes as choices are made...the path to take, the road to walk, the gift of silence...and of talk....and in the end...it all becomes an endless chain.... This one I'll own, that one I'll love...and still I wonder...as the stars die away and soon will bring another day...what does it take to feed my heart...and will the questions soon depart?
I sit down upon the chair and listen quietly to the sound of clothes tumbling through the dryer, the soft humm of the swamp cooler, and the tiny tapping of fingers upon keys....and in the essence of all that is and has been....no more do thoughts matter, no more do fears control... One gift I have to give...and in the end...that gift is all.
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| The Lessons....Summer Solstice.... |
Jun 23, 2008 10:25 pm
922 Views | I had a lot of time to think today. Sometimes letting me think is a very dangerous thing. I spent a fair bit of time at Kelly's playhouse hugging on a new best friend of mine....and Kelly...and then tearfully left Glenwood. It was tearful. I know it's likely to be awhile before I see Kelly again....and I had truly forgotten how stunning the green growth on the red mountains is. The river was as high as I've seen it in something like 20 years....and it just really planted memories in my heart.
A trip to Grand Junction and my mother wasn't home. I went to Sutherlands and bought a jigsaw and a circular saw....then my brother called. I spent way longer there than I wanted to do....but it was a good visit. Unfortunately...I've only just barely gotten home....and I'm way tired.
My feet and legs are screaming at me for all the sitting they've done in the last few days. The animals are begging for attention....I have fifty some odd emails...most of them junk....and a dozen phone messages....most of them threatening violence on an innocent sleeping fairy. Dang that old bat.
This was a journey of learning, growth, and change for me. I wasn't expecting any of those things....but I got them all. I learned that I'm getting old...and even with my glasses...I shouldn't be driving in busy cities after dark. The multitudes of lights and textures confound my one eye and I can't make sense out of what I'm seeing. Not a fun lesson to learn...but necessary.
I found new friends who have walked their own paths and have a great deal to share. People who have become a part of my family....and will always remain there.
I learned that I lean...even when it doesn't seem like I lean. I struggle with driving on curvy roads. I have no depth perception....sometimes I feel as if I am way too close to the edge...sometimes too far away. I tend to do a lot of slowing down and shifting lanes. My fingers get imprinted on the steering wheel and my neck and shoulders get tense and stressed. It's not fun for me.
I did something totally different this time. I was in Rock Springs....on a road under construction...dark...lots of lights coming at me....curvy....all the elements I'm struggling right now....and I found myself all tensed up over the steering wheel. But then....I just imagined a particular person sitting beside me...."Oh you big baby. You can do it. You can do anything. Let go...you can do it." It was amazing how much I relaxed. It didn't help at all with the lights issue....but I just stopped worrying about the curves.
In Colorado, Glenwood Canyon and DeBeque Canyon are two places I really dislike driving. They are reduced speed, very curvy, guard rails, and drops. I was still struggling just a little when Kelly and I went down Glenwood Canyon....but when I came up DeBeque Canyon today....it was cake. The road felt like I knew it from memory and knew just what the car could handle. I should....I drove it twice a day every day for months. But today....I finally let go and let myself relax. It was a wonderful feeling....and I'm delighted to say that I didn't struggle with any of the other curvy roads I tackled today.
This morning, Kelly and I were talking and she decided I needed some stones from her personal medicine bag. I was very hesitant to take them because they are stones she selected for herself...for her own needs. Her answer stopped me in my tracks. "They aren't mine. I don't own them. I don't own anything but me."
I spent a lot of time today thinking about ownership....and how much we each think we need to "own" things...people...places. "I don't own anything but me." I've been getting rid of a lot of stuff lately...and Kelly's words put that in a new perspective....maybe not one she planned for me to capture....although the things don't belong with me anymore....I think they must belong with someone....and I need to get them on the path to that person. Letting go.
We struggle harder letting go of people. Sometimes we want something so much....that we wish it into being. Is it really there or are we figmenting? I'm struggling with a few things....trying to decide if they are real...or if I am...making a tapestry out of a single thread. I do that sometimes. I suspect we all do. We want and hope...and suddenly everything bursts into beautiful moonlight and we glow....alone. Because I want something...doesn't mean you do. I forget that sometimes.
I am so enthusiastic about most things in my life...and I bubble over with excitement sometimes...and I forget to wait and see....how other people feel. That's how I made Carolyn my friend...I pretty much told her she was....treated her like she was....and eventually....by golly...she was. We are bestest friends and I adore her....but it doesn't make that pattern right. I have some thinking to do about that.
I'm that way about helping people too. I have this innate need to be....needed...to help....to fill the vacancies in other people. If you have a problem...I want to solve it for you. It doesn't make it right...or welcome...or anything but intrusive and controlling. I truly don't want to control....just to help. But....it's another place I need to work through. Maybe you should back away and wait for people to ask for help...not just assume they need it.
"I don't own anything but me." For the first time in my life....I own me. I love it. I'll never give that up again. But I can't own anyone else...I can't own anything else...all I can do...is be there...to catch you when you fall, to hold your hand when you ask for it...and to love you with all my heart. | |
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| Over the Mountain |
Jun 22, 2008 6:59 pm
948 Views | We had breakfast with Certs this morning...and it was a laughter-filled meal. He's a really down to earth guy with a terrific sense of humor. He says Kelly isn't quite like the person she presents in her blog....she is actually quieter than he expected. I am also...not quite what he expected. From my blog, he was expecting serious....and I can be...and am quite serious...when I'm comfortable with someone. But...I use laughter to hide my nervousness...and I tease people a lot. He wasn't expecting the laughter...well...the continual laughter, I suppose...you'll have to ask him. For me...Certs was exactly as I expected from his blog and our conversations. A genuine person.
Kel did most of the driving on the way back to the mountains. My eyes were tired...and my legs were aching from all the sitting....so she got to drive. We stopped for a few hours in Denver to visit my daughter...then left in a hurry when my ex called to ask about me. By then...we were both hungry...but I was in trouble. I hadn't eaten in too long...and Kelly was stuck trying to find me food....and make sure I was ok. I was entering into that sick and lethargic stage I get into when my diet is screwed up. Might have something to do with not taking my meds regularly for the past few weeks....and yes....Kelly has positioned a stepladder in place to kick my butt. I'm all better now...Kel has snapped at me for it a few times...and eventually...she'll really chew my butt..and I'll get it back in order.
We made it back to Glenwood in one piece. Kelly would tell you that I was driving very fast....but she fibs...a lot. I drove very safely...except that asteroid hole I hit in Pueblo. I won't tell you about her driving...because I'm too nice to use bad words....but...I'll tell you it was a close thing. Not really....she did fine...I think...I wasn't very....aware of anything.
I got to see Scooby...for the first time in years. It's amazing how much they grow. Wow. He's a man. I'm not sure I was prepared for that. I still had 16 year old Scooby in my head.
Anyway...all in all it's been a fabulous weekend. I've met some terrific people, shared lots of love and laughter...and got to catch up with people I love. What more can I ask for? | |
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| Where'd you put the car keys? |
Jun 22, 2008 3:12 am
955 Views | So here we are in sunny Pueblo. Did I mention it's hot? And we aren't talking James' chili...which was only moderately warm compared to the temperatures today. Ok James....simmer down...Kelly was just teasing...lol....
We went out to meet Joanie right away this morning. Have you ever met someone who just lights up the room she's in? She is just like that....bright, vibrant, glowing...what a beautiful lady...inside and out. I have to tell you that Kel and I both fell in love with her right away.
Pueblo is big city to both of us. Soda is about 3,400 people...Glenwood is bigger....and Pueblo is massive monster suck up the car and swallow you whole city. It's been an adventure navigating. When we tell you not to give a map to Kelly cause she's directionally challenged...we mean it...honest. When we tell you Ari is disorganized as heck....well....there goes Kelly yelling in the background again. "AMEN, sister...."
My purse was.....falling apart when I set out on this trip...so I bought a new one. Unfortunately, the store I was in didn't have any super organized Ari purses in stock...and I bought a really cute one....that has me so disorganized that it's unbelievable. At least it makes for laughter.
In Soda...we get out of the car, leave the keys in it, go in the store....come out three hours later....and the car is still there. Here....Kelly has to remind me to take the keys out. Then I drop them into the incredible sucking purse....which immediately eats them and hides them in a long hidden corner of its belly. When we want to get back in the car...I have to pull my wallet, cell phone, pens, house keys, work keys, pack of gum...oh....car keys. We've lost the car keys more than once today.
We lost the cell phone, too. I remember we called James this morning...and then....I just can't remember.....seeing it again. We've tried calling it from Kelly's cell phone....but that's not working well... When we finally found the cell phone...it was under Kelly's seat....we're still not sure why it wasn't ringing.
Maps? I've been given three maps. I left two in Idaho...but at least we could access them on my laptop. The third one.....got lost....three minutes after I was given it. I'm sure it was that I was laughing too hard at Kelly....or maybe it was lost in the abominable mess in the back seat. I like to travel with food, snacks, drinks...so I don't have to stop and pay the going rate at a restaurant for food. Of course...that makes for it's own fun mess. Add to that our bits of shopping.....and you soon have a mess. I'm thinking a bulldozer should get us through the back seat tomorrow....I hope....otherwise I'll have to leave Kelly here and just take all her stuff back to Glenwood.
Did I mention Kelly hates my new purse? About the fifth time I handed her the house keys...the office keys....and still couldn't find the car keys....she was ready to shove each key ring up a different nostril. I don't like heavy key rings...and in my Missy Anal purse...I have separate compartments for each key ring. How hard is that? She says she's personally buying me a new Missy Anal purse and throwing away the purse from hell. I think she might mean it.
It took us forever to find the River Walk. I think we were expecting something more natural...because how we could miss it...when it was only a couple of blocks from our hotel room...is beyond me. Between the hotel...and the River Walk...we must have seen six weddings today. We're thinking Pueblo must be having a run on weddings. Every time we turned around there was another wedding. We'd decided it must be a magazine shoot...so we asked a girl in one of the parties...but she said it was really a wedding. Holy crows...some of those couples looked like teenagers. I thought I was back in Mormontown.
The River Walk is gorgeous...but entirely man made...which is not either Kelly's or my style. Still, it was a beautiful walk...and great talking time....as if either of us needed more. By the time I get Kelly home...she'll be booting me out the door so she doesn't have to hear one more word out my mouth.
A quick swim and off to the party. Wow....so many people...not as many as Certs planned on...but a terrific turnout. Their families are fantastic...close-knit, wonderful loving people. It's clear they do a lot together....and they really enjoy each other. We were welcomed with open arms...and we weren't allowed to feel...as if we were anything but old friends. It was comfortable, filled with laughter, love, dancing...just overwhelmingly special people.
The intensity of the night was high. You could tangibly feel all the love being given to Joanie....and I hope every single touch was healing for her. She is such a special lady and really touches my heart with her acceptance, genuine caring, and wisdom. It is as if....in the midst of all that has happened....she has gathered so much knowledge to her. I could listen to her talk all day.
As for the rest.....I hope Certs and Joanie know how much I really respect and appreciate them both. I felt really at home here.....and it is due to the kind of people these two are. I hope you both know....you are a part of my extended family now....and I hope you will remember that when you need a hand.
Great party....one of the best I've been to....I'm so sorry you all couldn't be there...it was...a gift...for everyone who was there. | |
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| Together Again |
Jun 21, 2008 1:21 am
Mood: giggly, 1073 Views | It's been a really long month...so far....and I really need a break from work. So, a secretly planned trip to Colorado seemed like just the ticket. Well...secretly planned with the Colorado trouble maker....or is that Kellysaurus?
About a month ago...the two of us began plotting a way to surprise James (Certs) when BOTH of us showed up for his party. The man sucks rocks. Kelly says GREAT BIG HUGE ROCKS. He had us all figured out.
I've spent...the better part of twenty-four hours on the road to get to Colorado...to Glenwood Springs to pick up Ms. PMS...and then get to Denver to see my daughter for a whole...you know....half an hour...and then to Pueblo so we could get LOST (thanks, Kel...oh..did I forget the map? Dang....sucks to be me....) and bottom my poor innocent car out on the BUMP from HELL while Kelly went through the roof and spilled coffee all over her lap....well...that was her excuse....she called it incontinent coffee...I called it incontinent Kelly..... And poor James...on the phone with her royal dingyness.....was wondering what the heck just happened....as Kelly fired her driver and got booted for creating an international incident. Huh....are you confused yet? So are we....can you tell?
Yes...the two twisted sisters are together again for a few days....and we are raising hell all over Colorado. And guess what...we haven't been drinking...yet....watch out world, here we come. Add to that....the instant exposure we get to Certs's naughtiness....and you have an explosion ready to happen...or waterworks, in Kelly's case.
Did I mention she threatened to kick my butt? I tell y'all how innocent I am...and ya believe her horse puckey...but....you know...when you sleep through her phone calls to make sure you are ok...she gets a little bent...and then you get a little bent....I asked her not to stop....
The great part of all of this is two-fold....we got to meet James, his phenomenal sister, her terrific husband, and their electrifying daughter...and tomorrow we will get to meet Joan...and we have done nothing but laugh all day long...after Kel found a ladder to kick my butt (she's rather short....ok...a lot short....don't tell her I said so...I'd like to keep my butt in one piece).
It's been more than five years since we spent time together....and we've definitely made up some of the lost time....in fact...I'm not sure my car will ever recover from all the giggling and beating my head on the steering wheel that's gone on. You try to deal with Kelly for a day. You'll beat your head on the steering wheel, too.
Anyway....Kel is sitting right here beside me....and giggling her head off at the post...so it's ok if you want to laugh...she won't whip you for it....and we'll check in with you over the next few days. For now...just picture Tsunami Ari...and Hurricane Kelly....and add to that...Tornado Certs....and you can only imagine what Pueblo is in for in the next couple of days......poor dang city.....so unsuspecting...innocent people trapped in a collision course with forces of unnatural nature...
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| Acceptance |
Jun 16, 2008 10:51 pm
1262 Views | “I am afraid to believe that what I have hungered for so long can come to pass, least of all in such a manner. More likely is it that I have slid into the deep end of the river and drowned in my own longings.”
“If choice must be made, is it better to choose drowning in imagination or risking that all could be as it was promised?”
“An interesting argument. And I should choose to acknowledge you, what is required of me?”
“Come to me.”
She stood and took a single step closer to the bed. A hand reached out to capture her fingers, twining amongst them as if the very skin knew the touch of her. Small pressure was brought to bear upon her as she was drawn to sit upon….not the bed, but a lap she could feel vividly beneath her legs. Arms wrapped her securely and she rested her head against a chest she had never seen but recognized.
“How can this be?”
“Always you have known I would come for you.”
“I cannot see you. I would see you just once. How may this be accomplished?”
“In time, my love, all will come to you in time. Do you acknowledge me?”
“I acknowledge that my body recognizes your touch.”
“It is not enough.”
“I cannot blindly proclaim that you are all that I have ever dreamed of.”
Her skin tingled with remembered joy as fingers stroked her back and drew her closer. She rested quietly against him; silently celebrating sensations she had not felt for hundreds of years. Her heart dance to the emotions washing through it and she nestled deeper against him.
A tiny whisper in her ear as his tongue tasted the soft skin. “Tell me again that you cannot acknowledge me.”
“You make me need. I have not felt such need in so long I barely know the feeling.” She sighed against lips that caressed her own. Pressed back into the comfort of her pillows, she thought to wrap her arms around….nothing…and everything. All that she had ever dreamed could be was true in this single moment…in the shadows between the light.
“Accept me…” he urged.
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| Commitment |
Jun 16, 2008 10:23 pm
1045 Views |  | “That is an untruth. You have always believed in me…in us.”
Head shaking, she refused to acknowledge the words spoken.
“Would you lie so obviously?”
“I would lie if it would remove you from my presence.”
Laughter rang throughout the room. “I have been with you always. Only now have I found the way to you, but our souls have always been bound. Admit that always have you searched for me.”
“I will admit that always have I known one existed that I was meant for. This does not mean that one is you…whatever you are. “
“I am the key.”
She trembled actively as the words were spoken. “How do you know that symbol?”
“It was given to me to know. I am the key, you are the lock; together we will unbind what has been wrought.”
“Now is the time? What signs have been given that all that must be….has come to be.”
“The signs have all been there, beloved, and you have noted them as I have. This is the time in which all that was foretold will be revealed.”
“Do not call me that name. You have not earned the right. I do not acknowledge that you are the key.”
“You must acknowledge me. You must accept me. Your heart was given into my keeping before suns rose over the water, as my heart was given into your keeping.”
“There is no proof.”
“What proof would you have? I touch your cheek and you tremble with need of me. Your body knows what your mind resists. Fear has become a companion to you, but you may not lean on fear all of your days. Release the fear; let it go; acknowledge your heart.”
“My heart is frail and faulty. It is made of human flesh and subject to all the flaws of humanity. How can I trust what has betrayed me in the past?”
“Your heart is made of flesh and dreams and love…and all the memories we’ve shared throughout the eons. Never has it betrayed you. What has been has been required; this you know. What will be is a choice you make. Was it not your hand placed upon the Lady’s gem that promised always to be true to what must be? Did you not accept the task that you would guard the door; become the lock, carry the destiny of one whose words begged you to reconsider? Was it not your lips that spoke the words that bound us each to this path through time?”
She whispered fearfully, “How can you know all of this? It is not given for any to know what took place within the Lady’s glade. Even if it were true, how can you speak so openly of the deed, without concern for who would hear?”
“I speak only to you and no other may hear the words. We are one, my love, and always have we been one. I whisper the words reserved for you to recognize me and still you doubt. I touch you and your soul responds, but you question what you already know. There are no other proofs; there is only what lies between us, one man and one woman who accepted the bonds of fate in order to preserve what was so rightfully ours.”
“I see no man before me.”
“And never will you till you acknowledge.” |
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| Resistance |
Jun 16, 2008 9:47 pm
1012 Views |  | “This is the place where destinies entwine; in the shadows between the light.”
It was only a whisper but she turned hoping chance would reveal the truth. A hand brushed tenderly across her cheek and she trembled. It was not a unique experience but never had she been able to capture the essence of the speaker no matter how fast she spun.
“Have you prepared well for what will come?”
Silence echoed in the room as she stood silently, willing herself not to answer the disembodied voice. She was never certain if she heard the voice through her ears or deep within her own head.
Her hair stirred in the stillness, shifting away from the back of her neck and lips pressed against the newly bared skin. Her hand shook as she fought to resist the temptation to sweep the dark hair back across her neck. It was a new tactic; to avoid all response.
“You cannot avoid me; I am your destiny.”
Eyes closed, she leaned her head against the wall and fought to contain her words. The experience perplexed her each time it occurred and she longed to understand.
“You will be mine, beloved. Even if you choose otherwise, there will be no departure from what fate has preordained.”
Pressed against the wall, she felt hands touching her face. Her head was turned and the softest brush of a kiss was left upon her lips.
“Always have you been promised to me; from the beginning of time when first we held one another.”
Twisting, she felt the wall support her weakened legs and at last her silence was broken.
“I am promised to none. You frighten me. What manner are you that you come upon me in this way?”
“I am that for which you have searched so long. I am the other half of the soul born long ago on a windswept beach as the skies raged lightning overhead.”
“Perhaps you are a restless spirit seeking to lead a hungry soul deeper into the blackness where it can never again be found.”
“Never would I harm you. You have only to recognize me to bring me fully to you.”
“I cannot recognize you. I cannot risk that you are only a dream in my head and in the acceptance of you, I will bare all to what may be.”
Hands held her arms and she felt temper within the grip.
“You will accept me. Forever have I searched for you and now you would reject that which is meant to be?”
“Forever? Why do I dream these dreams? Why do I hunger for this touch? Why do I feel this remembrance of what has been, eternally? If you are truly that which you proclaim, show me a sign that I may take with me into my memories.”
Pulled, she was led to the chair beside her bed. In her uncertainty, she thought that she saw the side of the bed subside as if a weight was applied to it.
“Sit, if you will. Choose which place you will be seated within.”
Sitting in the chair she felt as much as heard a sigh before her.
“Always you will be difficult. Come to me. Accept me. Be one with me now and always.”
“I do not believe in you.” |
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| Love, Pain, And the Whole Damn Thing |
Jun 15, 2008 10:50 pm
989 Views | Chelle introduced me to a beautiful cd....the singer, Amy Sky...is a Canadian woman with a simply beautiful voice. Her lyrics are written from her life...and speak to me very loudly. As I listened to clips of her songs, I found this very lovely piece...and I wanted to share it. I hope you will look up this artist and try her music. This song is from the cd Burnt by the Sun.
Chelle....thanks...I love this song...and the cd.
Amy Sky - Love Pain And The Whole Damn Thing Lyrics
Its a little secret your friends wont tell
Heavens highway sometimes takes you through hell
Love is work and work is hard
there are ghosts inside the dark
And it takes
Love pain the whole damn thing
if you want my heart you get everything
Love pain the whole damn thing
Its a crown of thorns to wear a golden ring
Love pain the whole damn thing
if you want my heart
you get everything
Cinderella walked upon broken glass
sleeping beauty let a whole lifetime pass
Love is blood and sweat and tears
Love means facing all your fears
And you get
Love pain the whole damn thing
if you want my heart you get everything
Love pain the whole damn thing
Its a crown of thorns to wear a golden ring
Love pain the whole damn thing
if you want my heart
if you want my heart
you get everything
Paradise aint cheap
Heaven keeps us waiting
So baby wait with me
cause if it's love we're making
I'll take it all
Can you take it all
And can you take it all yeah
Yeah And you get
Love pain the whole damn thing
If you want my heart you get everything
Love pain the whole damn thing
Its a crown of thorns to wear a golden ring
Love pain the whole damn thing
If you want my heart
If you want my heart
If you want my heart
You get everything
You get everything yeah
You get love, you get pain
You get love, can you take the pain baby
You gotta give something, If you wanna get something back
You gotta give a little something, If you wanna get something back
You get everything
You get love
You get love
You get love | |
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