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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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| Five seconds |
Mar 25, 2008 5:52 pm
1249 Views |  | Have you ever noticed that....five seconds...can change the entire direction of your thoughts...your hopes...your dreams...your life?
Five simple seconds....the time it takes to speak a sentence...to read a lab report...to open the wrong door....to see what you are never meant to see. Five innocent seconds that speak for themselves. |
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| Keeping Things to Myself |
Mar 24, 2008 10:56 pm
1095 Views | I can't seem to think of anything to say. It seems...it's become important to me lately...to keep things to myself....amd as I do that...more and more...I find that I have...nothing to say.
I don't think it's truly that I have run out of words...although...as many as I've shared here...perhaps I have. But...I am not willing to deal with other people's games.
I am not willing to have any additional stress in my life...I come here to relax and share love...not anger. Right now I'm supposed to be thinking positively...I'm supposed to be keeping stress to a minimum. It's already stressful enough dealing with everything I have at work...and studying...and home...I don't need to collect even more here....and it makes me very sad to say that...because I think this place CAN be....amazing...and healing...and very caring.
And right now....I'm focusing on this really special guy...who just...makes me feel...wonderful...in so many ways. I'm not really comfortable sharing about him, because...to be honest, he keeps his life and world private...and I respect that. But I will tell you this....I can't remember a time I trusted any man the way I trust this man....ever. I know that when he tells me something...it feels true to me...and I have no doubts. I'm totally not used to that.
I think it's funny when anyone tells me how surprised they are that...this specific man...just held out his hand and the butterfly in my heart went willingly to land there. But....there are a number of people in the blogs who keep...their personal lives to themselves...who share through laughter and jokes...and who only share of themselves...outside these pages. Does that make them anything less? Heck no...it just makes them private.
So...for a time...if I seem to...not be here very often...know that I am doing...what I have to do for me...I am still available by phone and e mail...and I will still be available for open conference/karaoke on Saturday nights when I am free. But...as much as I love you all...every minute I get to spend with him....is precious to me...and for now...that's where I'm going to be.
Be good to you....and always know....I love you...and I believe in you...and I will always be here...to hold your hand when you are struggling...as you have held mine.
Ari | |
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| Searching |
Mar 22, 2008 11:13 pm
957 Views | Baby I dreamed of you last night
It was a lovely dream, all right
I wish that this one could come true
Cause it was made for me and you.....
(these words are pieces of a song...but I'm danged if I can remember the singer....or the name of the song...my apologies.)
Correction...this is the first stanza of
Let Me Love You Up....sung by Sophie B. Hawkins...
Thanks Sprite...I appreciate your help.
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In the tangled forest of my dreams, I hear laughter. It ripples through the air and centers somewhere near my heart. I am fascinated at the sound...as I always am...it is so genuine and filled with life.
I follow the patterns of the sound through the forest, but I cannot find the source. Always I lose the trail and I am frustrated...until again...I hear the joy vibrating through my skin...until my very blood dances with the music.
The weather is a living indicator of my emotions. As I find myself searching aimlessly...the wind rises until the leaves on each tree are whipped against my skin. A mournful sound..it echoes through my spirit until I feel a dreadful fear that I will never find the path...never find the heart that celebrates laughter...celebrates joy.
Rain patters upon my head, slowly growing more and more icy as I wander hopelessly...tasting the drops which fall upon my tongue as if they will lead me to...you. And again...the laughter touches me and binds me with a chord so strong that I can only follow...my feet finding steps I have long forgotten...
As it falls away...I am taken with a sense of loss that makes no sense to me. How can a simple sound....fill me so fully with a need to hold that laughter in my hands? How can a simple heart..draw me so tightly that I long to feel a single touch...a single hope?
I take the locket from my neck and open it...gazing upon the key hidden within. Such things are not meant to be given...but found. Such hopes are not meant to be whispered...but dreamed. I wish to place it in your hands as if a gift...but it is forbidden. Always must it be a choice made...always must it be...a hunger...a need...and something more.
These rules have grown old and I would cast off the burden of time. Take back the promises I made and let the world begin anew without the drive...without the need...without...me. So angry that I fling the locket deep into the thickest part of the forest. None will ever find it in this place and I am free from all I did once agree....would be.
I choose this life to be set free from ancient dreams. I choose that life should be much simpler...much lighter...filled with laughter and joy...and if there is no final rest within the shelter of your arms...then it is so....as time will show.
I hear your laughter once again and though the bond pulls taut against my heart, I turn and walk away. I know that this is not a game I choose to play. The emptiness of endless searching not a place I long to be. Only stop...for just one moment and open up your heart to me. No..not a toy...not yet a hope...and never will I let it shelter dreams within my soul.
If game this is, it will be mine. I challenge you to find the key. Hold tight the key...wrapped deep within your hungry heart...bring it to me. When once you choose to taste fully of the draught of life....here I will be. With heart so free of all the chains wrapped round it from the start....
And as I reach the forest's core...the mist begins to fall once more and from the mist...a single hand...clenched tight...around a locket...chain falling from cold fingers....
And only he who holds the key...will enter through the door...made up of me... | |
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| Happy Easter |
Mar 22, 2008 2:22 pm
1049 Views |  | Wishing everyone....a very Happy Easter....with hopes that the Easter Bunny left you all kinds of goodies...chocolate....toffee...caramel...lol....
I hope everyone finds this a time of love...hope...and peace....Celebrate life!
And for now...I'll just hippity hop through the blogs..... |
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| Duplicated letters? |
Mar 22, 2008 10:23 am
1048 Views | The other day I was talking to a friend on the phone. She happened to mention she had gotten a letter from a guy on here....and I giggled and said...hey...me too... Curiously, we compared notes on the letters. That's pretty unusual for me...but it was a whim and we did it.
You can only imagine how much we giggled when the letter was....nearly word for word exactly the same. I'm kind of curious now....if you write the same letter to a dozen women...how many answer? Doesn't it make more sense to write something unique to each person you write to? And honestly....when you tell us how perfect we are for you...from reading our profile...assuming you really did that since there's nothing unique to us in the letter....do you really think we are so silly we believe that?
If you want to get to know us...show us that. Write something that catches our eye. Nothing comes so simple as a ready made perfect relationship...and we are most of us very aware of the risks we would be taking writing back to you. If you really want to get to know us...read our blogs...talk to us in our blogs...let us get to know you. Beyond that....when we find out you've sent the same letter to a bunch of us...you've already struck out.
And by the way...had you read either my profile...or my blog...you would know I'm not interested. There's someone in my life right now...and I don't keep a contingency list. So...sorry I didn't write back...but...clearly...you didn't read enough to know who I am...or if I really was "perfect" for you. | |
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| What Makes it Romantic? |
Mar 22, 2008 9:03 am
960 Views | I was thinking last night....about what romance...or a romantic evening...means to each of us. Not long ago...someone told me what they would do to create a romantic evening for someone...and I've been thinking ever since...about what makes an evening romantic...and what would make a situation feel romantic to me.
I went and pulled a quick definition of romance off the web...and this is what I got....love affair: a relationship between two lovers. Truly...I think that's an excellent description. To carry it further then, I think situations are romantic when they promote that relationship.
I think about all the times I've seen people plan something "romantic"....and I think sometimes we think more than we need to. It doesn't take candlelight, a perfect dinner, flowers, candy...whatever....it takes spending time together..wrapped in each other. Is that simplistic?
I can find an evening spent just sitting in front of a fireplace romantic...even if we haven't said a word...if we are curled up together and enjoying the sense of being together. Or watching television together...your head is in my lap and I am running my fingers through your hair...and you are doing nothing more than holding my other hand. It's that sense of belonging...of being important to each other.
Romance isn't a one night, special thing we do for each other...it's an attitude we have towards each other...and it's a part of how we keep everything fresh and new and connected between us. I don't have to buy a sexy negligee to attract you....although it might make you feel great for ten minutes until it's gone...but to stop behind you and rub your shoulders knowing your neck hurts....or to buy that special brand of ice cream I know you love...or to just...hold your hand as we walk...and sometimes stop to give you a quick kiss on the cheek because it makes me happy to show you what you mean to me. It seems to me....that it's just that simple.
Is it harder to be...romantic with kids around? Why should it be? Shouldn't our children see and understand what a loving relationship is about? So...if you wrap your arms around me while I wash dishes...have we hurt the children....or helped the relationship to feel closer? If we take moments to lean down and kiss the other as we pass....is that a bad thing for our children to see...or have we just shown them what they want to find in a relationship...something close and caring...where we want to touch each other...
I remember realizing that my parents had to have sex to conceive the three of us...and wondering when they ever liked each other enough to do that. My parents never touched each other...never had anything nice to say to each other...never seemed to be a couple...just...two argumentative people who were both unhappy in their relationship. What it taught me had nothing to do with what is good in a relationship...and everything to do with what appeared normal...for a bad relationship.
At the same time...I was thinking about my nephew telling me that it's just shocking to him to see my sister and her husband. He says my brother-in-law often smacks my sis on the butt as she walks by...and calls her baby...and that she giggles...and has been buying lots of...naughty nighties. He's a little shocked to see them this way...but it's also given him a lot to think about as far as what he wants in a long-term relationship...and after twenty-some odd years....to still want each other...is a gift.
I'm very tactile...I love the feeling of almost anything under my fingers because I love to explore textures. I love the connection I feel to people I am comfortable with...not to just anyone...when I touch their arm...their hand...their cheek...their hair....and I love more when they are comfortable with my need to touch. Lots of people aren't. Lots of people can't touch back...can't reach out to hold your hand...or cup your cheek in their hand...or even give a kiss without feeling it is leading to sex.
Touching doesn't have to lead to sex. And yet...it is the most romantic element of a relationship to me. Knowing that you WANT to touch my arm....run your fingers through my hair...makes me feel so...special...desirable...loved. And really...isn't that what keeps everything fresh and wonderful for us? The sense that we are loved above everything else....that our partner wants us...wants to be with us...likes us as much as anything else.
Because for me...truly that is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...and makes me want to please you as much as you please me...and makes me willing to fight through anything that isn't great...because I think YOU are great...and being with you...is worth working towards...even when it's rough.
It seems to me...that's what builds great relationships...not perfect sex...not perfect people....but a love strong enough to want to work for it. Nothing ever comes easy...we have to work at every relationship we have. When we stop working at it...it stops existing...and just becomes...a memory.
Memories...are a very lonely companion. | |
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| I Need Your Help..... |
Mar 21, 2008 12:10 am
1092 Views | I need your help today....if you will, please. It's such a simple thing...and means so much to me.
If each person would hold the hand of the next person...and form a circle of love in their mind....and just send strength....and calmness....light....and love....and as much positive thought as you can....into the universe for anyone who needs it. Just believe....
I love you so very much....and I appreciate you more than you know. | |
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| Happy Birthday, MrsArt |
Mar 20, 2008 8:00 pm
831 Views | In the crush of things going on....I almost forgot to wish my very dear friend, MrsArt....a wonderfully happy birthday.
I hope to heck you loved your day....and you feel OLD....cause you are....and I'm here to celebrate age with you....wooohoooo
Happy birthday, sis.....
Ari | |
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| I HAVE THE OWNAGE |
Mar 20, 2008 2:15 pm
862 Views | I was playing a game with a pair of monsters the other day. They really kicked my butt hard....and all I can remember of it is this yelling...."Yeah...I have OWNAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!" As if.
So...I just want to explain this ownage thing. You only have ownage if you really have ownage. Just dreaming about ownage...does not give you ownage. Idaho ownage is worth more than just about any other ownage. Fairy ownage can be used to.....captivate monster ownage....so that...they are defeated....and if I find out you have ownage...I will be sneaking along to take it from you...cause I need the ownage....there's someone I want to beat....at ownage...and I will...once I have captured all the ownage.
The fairy has spread her fairy dust far and wide to collect all the ownage...but....she is accepting donations. If you'd like to donate ownage to the fairy.....please leave it here...and I'll be along to pick it up shortly....
Thank you for your willingness to help an innocent fairy defeat a pair of gloating monsters......
I soooooooooo love words...lol... | |
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| QUARANTINE |
Mar 19, 2008 9:49 pm
1005 Views |  | I have cooties...
Pretty soon I'll be decooterized and then maybe I'll come back and talk to y'all...but I don't want to give you cooties too.
This is the QUARANTINE blog...for all the people with cooties....so...this must be a cootie call....
If you don't have cooties...and you want cooties...come on in...I have plenty to go around...... |
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