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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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| Paths |
Aug 6, 2007 9:50 pm
1021 Views | Worlds revolve around me
Choices I can make
Places I may visit
Destiny’s mistake
Travel in my memory
Paths I’ve walked before
Vanquished fallen enemy
Woman’s inner core
Vision of a slave girl
Ankles chained and sore
Pampered harem dancer
Whirling cross the floor
Lady to the warrior
Owner of the store
Satan’s sacrificial lamb
Hanging from the door
Silken fortune teller
What you’re hoping for
Cherished and desired
I never asked for more.
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| Neglecting My Friends |
Aug 6, 2007 9:46 pm
1294 Views | I haven't been a very good friend lately; not to anyone. I've been rather wrapped up in myself, in working through lots of other issues and I've neglected friendships because it was hard to stay in contact with people who...had opinions, expressed concern, even offered support..I couldn't ocnsider what anyone else had to say...because I had to work through how it all felt to me.
A fair bit of it is over and done with now...there are still some pieces I'm mulling over...particularly why I feel so responsible for my ex. But, in the meantime...I have not responded to emails, not returned phone calls, not been a very good friend. And I'm so sorry for that.
Really, I wasn't good company for the most part...I've been too emotional to be a reliable conversant. I've spent a lot of time pulling details and emotions out of myself...and I couldn't cope with distractions. If I stopped...I would never have finished. I know that part of myself.
I browsed a number of blogs...but I was not in a place where I could easily laugh or play...so, I simply read and moved on...waiting until my heart said it was time to do more.
So..if you sent a letter, called, contacted me...and waited for an answer...I will be responding over the next few days. Between all my other commitments, I can't promise it will be sooner. If I hurt you by failing to respond, I hope you will understand that I really had to be isolated to get through the weight of my own feelings.
Friends are a wonderful gift we give to ourselves...and each other. A friendship should never be taken for granted, nor should a friend ever wonder if they are being shunted to one side. I hope that all of you know that was never my intention. But sometimes...we need to be alone with ourselves in order to work through pieces of our own lives...good or bad.
This was one of those times for me.
I appreciate how patient and understanding you've been...and apologize for not responding more quickly.
Be good to you.
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| Wrapped in the arms of love |
Aug 5, 2007 10:36 pm
1188 Views |  | My room is the one still place in the house. Not totally disorganized from the work I've been doing...although I haven't done a lot of putting clothes away the last week or so... It's very peaceful in there...decorated with my collection of fairies...and the fairy painting my sister had done for me. Right now it's all cream, but ultimately it will be sea-foam green. The dominant colors in my room are white, green, and burgundy. It's soft and feminine...but I don't think it's overwhelmingly so.
I like 400 thread count sheets. They feel like silk against my skin as I slip between them. They are cool in summer and warm in winter...which I love. I use a lavender scented detergent and fabric softener..and I have a vase of silk flowers (lavender of course) with lavender oil in it on the headboard. It's a soft and subtle scent, but it relaxes me completely.
The swamp cooler is on and the room is chilled so I don't feel the day's warmth keeping me awake. In fact, it is so chilled that I still sleep with the down comforter I use in the winter. Between that and the sheets, I feel like I am sleeping wrapped in a cloud. I love that feeling.
I throw the extra pillows off the bed and lay back to relax; drifting off to sleep to the sound of my favorite cd. Soft, soothing, relaxing....restful.
Sometime in the night, I feel you joining me...curling up against my back and holding me close. I nestle tighter against you and your arms pull me in. It is a comforting feeling. I no longer feel the small aches and pains of the day as I draw from your warmth...your strength.
Fingers slide the hair away from my neck and I feel your lips pressing a soft kiss on it. Whispered words..."I love you" tease at my ear...and I waken slightly, wanting to hear more. I smile softly and turn in your arms so that I can kiss you. Even in our dreams, the kiss ignites flames...and soon...I cannot think beyond the thought of you...touching me...and me...touching you....
And I never want to wake...
Where ever you are tonight...I hope you sleep in peace...wrapped in the arms of your love...
For those of us who haven't found that place yet...I hope we are wrapped in the arms of love...
From my heart...to yours.... |
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| Weekend Antics..... |
Aug 5, 2007 10:08 pm
1032 Views | Ok...I have to share a stupid moment...or perhaps it was a stupid day. Well...here we go...
Yesterday we went to Lowe's to buy the redwood for the trim out front...ended up being a way more expensive day than I expected...but I needed a fair bit of wood. I picked up the replacement panels for the garage doors as well. It was a very long...very hot day in Pocatello. And right at the end of the day...the wind kicked up to 50+mph in next to no time.
Ok...we have to tarp the wood...but we can't even close the truck doors. This is going to be fun. It took forever to get the tarp on...and the wind was incredibly strong...and then the rain hit. This day just sucks some rocks, doesn't it? Ok...we've got it tarped...we'll have to hope. So...we head back to Soda.
On the way..the two gutter pieces fall out of the truck...so now we have to stop along the highway and re-tie down the load...retarp it. Not so much wind, but the rain is pretty cold. Then we drive back and find the gutter and get it in the doggone stupid truck.
We've got long pieces of redwood and gutter sticking in the back window of the truck...so it won't hang off (it's a shortbed), and the rain is blowing in the back window. Ok..that's a bit cold, but hey...I like cold.
So..home...and once it stops raining, we get to unload 200 billion pounds of wood. Ok...it wasn't 200 billion pounds, but after I'd bent down 50 times, my hips were sure it was. Get it unloaded and now the sun's out and it's hotter than snot. Oh goody...and humid...and I'm dripping. Aren't I just the lucky one today?
So...I work in the kitchen awhile...ripping out drywall...and then I finally run out of what energy I had left.
I need to take a shower. So, I go in the bathroom and strip. My nice blue capris and shirt look like heck by now...all covered in dust, drywall ick, insulation, and wood shavings...so..into the laundry bag. I glance in the mirror and remember that I have a white headband in my hair.
Uh oh....it won't come out. What the heck? Oh Lord and Lady...in the wind and rain, my curls have made this massive tangle on the back of my head and the headband is stuck somewhere in the middle of it. Took about 15 minutes of conditioning to detangle the mess. I sure hope no one saw it...
Anyway...so I go to bed and sleep like the dead. I was tired. I get up this morning and it's one of those fuzzy days. Ever have them? Your brain says, "Excuse me? Do I know you?" So, I sit down to read my book and fall asleep a few more hours....twice. I must have been REALLY tired.
Finally, I get up and think I'm going to study...but the kitchen cabinets need to come out...so we start on the countertop...it's one huge massive piece nailed down with 600 nails. Goody, goody.
The ex gets the prybar out and can't seem to get it to lift...he heads for the garage to find something to help...like a reciprocating saw. While he's gone...I start playing with the prybar...and dang...it takes a little work...but I have the countertop out before he gets back...which just irked him right the heck off...lol...
So...he told me to tear the cabinets out. Didn't tell me what I was doing, just left me standing there with the hammer and the prybar. I felt a little stupid and inept...and then I thought...what the heck...the cabinets are crap and I'm just tearing them out...what can I hurt?
That was my first mistake.
I took the hammer and beat the wood. Watching the nails slip out was fun so I kept doing it...until...I missed the wood...lol...and flung the hammer...and missed my ex by an inch...ummmm...I really didn't fling the hammer...when I missed the wood, it just kind of kept going...and somehow slid right out of my hand...and flew through the air...and missed him by....not a lot....
When I got to the part of the cabinet I had to hit from underneath...he took the hammer for me. Said if I missed, I'd hit myself in the head. Lol..who said I would miss?
I'm thinking there's some depth perception issues tied to this home repair stuff..... | |
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| The Battle of the Kitchens |
Aug 4, 2007 9:36 pm
1176 Views | The fairy hotline rang tonight...shrilling out to let me know someone wanted to make a wish. I'm pretty surprised I even heard it; I was ripping drywall out of the kitchen when it rang. Beat it with the hammer a few times and then rip hard. Hmmmm...my fingernails are just about gone.
Anyway, it was the old bat on the hotline. She wanted me to tell her she's stupid....lol...ok...if you insist. Why are you stupid, Kelly? Cause she moved...today...and had to work...today..and now she can't find her bed. lol...hmmmmm....
Somehow...somewhen...we ended up on the subject of our greatest failing....for both of us...patience. Kelly's having to learn patience cause she can't find nothing....her apartment is a disaster area and it's smaller and she wants it all to have been done yesterday. Call the house elves, Kelly. They don't wear no clothes so you can really have fun with them.
Ari's having to learn patience cause she wants her house to be remodeled...done...finished...looking beautiful...without having to wait sixty-two years for it to be done. Can you tell we are both a wee bit...irritable? lol...
So...I'm ripping drywall out...and guess what I find? A second layer of drywall...wooohooo...suck a friggin duck. And some of it has mold on it. Ooooh baby. And the ex says...we'll just spray bleach on and drywall over it. Ok...hold the phone now. You keep telling me a bunch of monkeys remodeled this house...so we're going to do just what they did? I don't think so, bozo. I think we're going to rip the second layer of drywall out...make sure the studs are sound, and then put new insulation and drywall up. Duh.
Why bother to do the work if I'm going to do it poorly? I could have left the house alone and had that. Besides, I worry about all that mold stuff in the air...of course, I've been living here five years so....wouldn't be anything new.
Kel was busy telling me how small her kitchen is. Well Kel..mine's small enough that if I turn around, I slap myself. Kel says hers is small enough that if she farts, she feels it. I wanted to ask if that was the wafting hot air, the sensation of the air wave off the cupboards, or the sensation of air being corrupted...but I was sweet and didn't bother to say it.
She told me her kitchen has fourteen cabinets...well, mine has eleven...oh yeah, she counted the drawers...lol...ok...you win...I have fifteen if I have to count drawers. Her kitchen is officially smaller than mine....
Sides...if I fart...I can't feel it...I'm already dead....lololol...Oh...sorry...was this a bad topic?
By the way, Kelly...I hope you found your bras and panties...
Sincerely,
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| Ocean of Tears |
Aug 4, 2007 9:23 pm
937 Views |  | I’m counting tears today
Each one a memory
Of your love
Dammed to build an ocean
Can I soothe weary souls
Wash away
Broken dreams, racking fears
Anger lasting life’s years
Healed in pain
Collected in the rain
Fallen from aching hearts
Gather round
Bring emptiness along
Sing its discordant song
Lonely arms
Need aching to be filled
Whispered melodies stilled
Bring your loss
Into the water’s depths
Respite wraps you gently
Tenderly
Solace in her patience
Kindred spirits meeting
Within warmth
Fresh-bloomed sorrow heated
By regret; can’t forget
Frequency
Seared by drops unbidden
Healed by love unspoken
Hope’s retreat
Entering the haven
Sheltered unendingly
Letting go. |
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| Can we rerun today? |
Aug 3, 2007 7:07 pm
1084 Views | Ok...I'm really thinking things suck...I'd like to have the day start over again, please. I'd like to just....SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*SCREAMS*****
So...now that I've got that out of my system...It started out a lovely day.
Oh what a beautiful morning...
oh what a beautiful day...
it was just hotter than Hades
But everything's going my way....
Went to work...turned on the A/C right away cause it was flipping HOT! And then I worked...but it was one of those days when my mind wasn't on my work...ever have one of those days? I just couldn't quite get it together. Maybe I was just tired. So, I asked for half a day off and went home to start my next adventure.
The ex and I ripped the upper cabinets out of the kitchen. I'm really not ready to do the kitchen yet, but we had taken one cabinet and part of the soffit out so I could see how it was constructed. Since I'm not going to finish the kitchen until late winter or early spring (I have several other projects ahead of it), I couldn't stand looking at the space where the cabinet used to be.
So...we decided to take all the upper cabinets out, replace the drywall, sand the cabinets down to wood and put them back up until I'm ready for the kitchen. It's not a perfect solution, but it gets about half the kitchen done. Then later, when I have all the cabinets made, I can rip the bottom cabinets out...replace that drywall, and remodel the kitchen. I'm planning to make it about four feet longer, which will help a ton since it's so small. I get tired of slapping myself when I turn around.
Anyway...so they delivered my appliances in the middle of this madhouse. And you know...I didn't think twice about it. Hi...come on it...just put the frigidgator in the living room. Yeah, stove can go there too. Can you just keep the microwave for awhile? Lol...I'm getting a bit crowded these days.
As the delivery guy was hauling the stove into the house, the two cockatiels went bats and started flying in huge circles around the house....and eventually, my tame cockatiel flew out the front door. I couldn't catch or follow her since the delivery guy was blocking the door, and now I can't find her anywhere.
I love that silly bird. She thinks my hair is her nest...she likes to race over the keyboard as I type...she has her own plate at the dinner table where she eats a piece of bread so I can eat my dinner in peace...and she was hand raised...she has no clue how to survive in the wild. Let alone...if she makes it to winter...these temps will kill her.
I'm running around hell and creation trying to find her when the phone catches me. It's my daughter and she was fired from her job today. She's all crying and miserable and says it is soooooo unfair. And I can't help her. That sucked great big stinky moss covered rocks. You know how bad it hurts when your child calls and cries...and you can't hold them?
STOP THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!! BACK IT UP!!!!!!!
LET'S RE-RUN THIS MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Damn this day sucked. | |
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| Cannon Beach, Oregon |
Aug 2, 2007 9:30 pm
1046 Views |  | For you, Certs...let me know what you think...
Lady of the Sea
The ocean opens up to me;
waves lap over, tenderly;
book in hand, my mind away
to other places, dreams to be.
The water kisses at my feet
I hear the whisper of the sea;
her voice is calling out to me
she beckons me to stay.
Raising my head, I pause a bit
and contemplate if I should sit
upon this rock so endlessly
that she’ll creep up and capture me.
Not yet the time to be afraid
her passions have so far been swayed
a gentle wave runs up my leg
caressing skin so long unveiled.
I long to slide into the surf
and feel the motion of the earth
control the sea as it would pull
my one desire, which is to feel
the sensuous kiss of her appeal.
Let Me Always Wonder
I sit here, thinking,
Dreaming, believing, waiting…
Lady, bring the ladder
That I may just descend
Down into the ocean
Sands of time must end.
Lady, let me linger
Nestled in the sea
Wrap me in her arms here
Wash her over me
Lady, let me hunger
But never eat my fill
Let me feel the wonder
But never feel ennui
Lady, let me tremble
But never reach the heat
Let me feel the anger
But never reach the peak
Lady, let me question
But answers never find
Let me feel so tender
But never feel replete
Lady, give with one hand
But never all I seek
If you give me forever
Today won’t mean a thing. |
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| Return |
Aug 2, 2007 9:26 pm
897 Views |  | You touch me and I shatter
My body tuned to your touch
Your love the frequency
My heart the pulse
Looking deep into your eyes
Eternity reflected
Flowing backward in time
One soul unbound
Feel your lips caressing mine
With tenderness that fractures
Boundaries within me
No restrictions
Fingertips traveling paths
Instinctively familiar
Your body trembling
As I explore
The taste of me in your kiss
An intimate reminder
Of the pleasure you bring
You make me need
Ears thrill to breathing quickened
You can’t conceal your desire
I understand the fire
Burning inside
Flames matching intensity
Inferno marked by rhythms
Souls beating together
Always as one
Crescendos of ecstasy
Remembered from days gone by
Take back my heart, my love;
Yours through all time.
A gift I chose to give you
When the world took its first breath
When souls were given fresh
Divided at the heart
Primordial memory
Or the whim of destiny
That my heart cherished you
From our first kiss
Now feel echoes of the past
Raging through anguished hunger
Your need for me so deep
And mine for you
Lift me, lover, my heart’s soul,
To heights none have ever reached
Celebrate reunion
Come home to me. |
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| Scattered Pieces of Me |
Aug 2, 2007 9:22 pm
796 Views |  | Gave my trust to someone special
She will guard it carefully
And my faith I sent another
Who will keep it safe for me
My belief has been suspended
In a place no one can see
While my laughter’s been rescinded
Except with my family
Kept the tears that won’t stop falling
Built a river from their flow
And the hurt that rips me open
Like a hunter does a doe
Stored away a bit of anger
For the day I just let go
Took a little bit of lonely
For the one I once loved so
Now my heart I took and buried
In a place I’ll never be
And I wrapped it up securely
Left it underneath a tree
Won’t return to get it later
Don’t believe in trust, you see
Love’s destruction always shreds the
Scattered pieces left of me |
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