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Ari-Wood
  

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.

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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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Lost Dreams Nov 19, 2007 12:05 am
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A movement in the darkness
Taunting echo of your laugh
Her hand quivers restlessly
Upon the tattered pieces
Gored fragments of her lost dreams
Lashes stark against pale skin
Eyes seeping drops of laughter
Abandoned and forgotten
Shattered memories entwined
With hope’s bitterest endings
Remnants of your words linger
Hidden in shadowed valleys
Behind lids sealed against light
Sifts each fragile grain of sand
Searching for reality
Any particle of truth
Drenched within the acrid stench
Residual brilliant pain
Bleeding in your written lies
Take the encore to her life
With your hunger fill her head
Sink the anchor, watch her sway
Under love’s scintillant waves
Effervescent with dark rage
Until at last, she obeys.
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Last Call Nov 18, 2007 10:09 pm
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When you held me last
Of whom were you thinking?
Whose hand held your heart;
Whose voice whispered her love?
I felt your absence.
Emptiness resounded
In tiny places
Between our heated skins;
I could feel the end.
Still, you loved me again.
I shared your hunger
Vibrating inside me
As an echoed pulse.
Teardrops coruscating
Moonbeams, refracted
Through shattered crystal hearts.
And when you were done
It was as if I died.
Your eyes slid away;
Refused to rest on me.
Nonexistent soul
Undraped in memories
You wished to erase;
Expressing your distaste.
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To You....with love. Nov 18, 2007 7:32 pm
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To you...

There are moments in life when we have the opportunity to change the direction our path has taken. What we make of them; the choices we make...alters who we are forever more. Those moments don't come often and it is up to us to recognize them...and choose. This was such a moment for you. You had come into this place and had an opportunity to be all that you presented yourself to be. The choice you made...the choices you make...follow you for longer than you know.

I wish that I could tell you how much I believed in you. I did, with all my heart. Within you lies the potential to be anything you choose to be. Within you lies the vision of what could be...what you choose to give up in pursuit of something less tangible...less real...less lasting. Still, it puzzles me that you speak so succinctly of what you search for...and then refuse to pursue it. I wish that you could explain to me...what you gain in the trade you make.

Each word I ever spoke to you was a truth...perhaps it was my truth, but it was the only truth I know. I want you to know that never did I lie to you. I believe you are a better man than you choose to show. Even today...still I believe there is more to you....than that which you choose to be. Beyond that...my feelings are my own and I will never share with you what you have done.

All of life is a choice. It is not my place to question your choices except as they intercept other people's lives. In this case...your choices had the potential to harm many more than just me. I accept that this is your choice...and I wish you always...peace, happiness, and someday...the greatest love. Perhaps it will guide you to the person you are so capable of being.

I wish you....more than you would wish yourself.
With love,

Arreana
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Your Soul To Keep Nov 18, 2007 5:33 pm
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It would be lovely if I could say it ended with that. It would make me feel better had he written castigating me for my words; angry over my questions. But…it didn’t…and neither did he. Instead, I received an answer. “Good Morning my love, I could never be mad at you, for my love for you runs too deep.” But…beyond that, I received the same responses I’d gotten before…meaningless. He felt that there was no reason to be sorry for the comments he wrote to other women. If they took the comments wrong, he was sorry; but he wrote them with “kindness”. I think I really knew then…but didn’t quite admit to it.

I wrote back explaining that it is my belief that if we lead a person to a place where they can be hurt…we are responsible for what occurs…on a spiritual level this is exactly what I believe. I was….totally unprepared for the response I received. I was totally unaware of what was happening in the background.

I received one more really beautiful e-mail from him…speaking of his love for me…and mine for him…immediately before he wrote a post that made it clear that no one on the blogs should consider him anything more than a friend. I didn’t see the post until I received a second e-mail from him some time later lashing at me for not believing in him.

Asking questions does not indicate a lack of belief…it is how we get past a place where we begin to wonder if there is something wrong…or if we are imputing our pasts onto a present relationship. His words were meant to hurt and wound…and they did it well. I wrote a very brief response apologizing for my words being hurtful…and wishing him well in his future journey along his path. It is my belief that we do not have a right…or a reason…to destroy one another when we choose to walk away from a place that is…not right for us. And then I saw his post…and I saw the distress he had caused to other people. I wrote one last brief note asking him to reconsider his choice.

I want to share his response because it devastated me. I have spent two days worrying…and crying…disturbed over this email.

“Ari my love,
Perhaps you’ve misunderstood our connection. You see, you, and only you, were the object of my desire. I talked with everyone, yet was never intimate with anyone else once I started writing to you. Ari, you hurt me so so much. And I didn’t deserve it. Can’t you see that now, that I didn’t mean to do anything wrong or hurtful. But I see that people are people and they can hear only what they want to hear. No one…has my e-mail address (and that address will be deleted after I send this message) because I’ve only talked with you on an individual basis. I am better off alone at this point. It is not your fault, you are a good and kind person, full of love, and affection. It is just my time to go that’s all. It is my choice to not be. No one will ever hear from me from this day forward, that is the honest truth, for I do not lie, or play. …. In accuracy is truth, therefore I hold myself accountable to everything I do. Perhaps this trail has taught me the hard lesson of being too friendly with strangers. Maybe I was best off not ever sharing, therapy is over rated, kindness gets trampled and I’ve worn out my welcome. Time to go.
I’m so sorry for anything that you feel accountable for, please know that I died without pain, and within me I’ve known the secret of everyone who ever believed in salvation. For I saw too much pain, too many days, and rest was so far from my reach.

All my love, your soul to keep”

These words are meant to wound…and they do. The idea of leaving someone worried that you will do something…irretrievable…is shattering. I have spent two days worrying about the outcome of this.

In my heart, I don’t believe he has any intention of harming himself. He chose the words he used well. “I’m sorry for anything that you feel accountable for, please know that I died without pain…” Those words are intended to make me feel responsible for his choices…for what I am intended to believe he chose.

And now…all the words are quite clear. Was it a game? I can’t say that. Did he choose his path? He did…at all times. Should I have seen this coming? Probably not this exact ending…but I should have responded to my doubts much earlier.

Not all people mean us well. While they may not intend to harm, their primary need and intent is to provide themselves with what they hunger for most…at any cost. By ensuring that I stayed…”enchanted”…he ensured that he had someone willing to feed that need. By writing as he did to others, he gave himself the opportunity to replenish from the endless well that FF offers once this one ran dry. Did it matter to him if he hurt me? I don’t know. What I do know is that it didn’t matter to him if he risked others….if he could say he did it with “kindness”.

The clues were all there. I chose to ignore them. I cannot blame him or anyone else for what I feel right now. I made the choices, the consequences are mine. When the signs point to a specific direction….pay attention…observe them…ask questions…and don’t go away uncertain. If you remain uncertain….something is wrong. Even if it means being pushy and risking that they will take it badly…ask the questions until you have an answer. If they don’t want to tell you…there is a reason for it.

Believe in your intuition…listen to your heart. It knows what your desires don’t want to hear. When your heart, your spirit, and you desires are in accord….you will know that it is right.

I wish you all…the stillness within which to listen to your heart, faith in your own instincts, and the wisdom to walk away….even when you desperately want to stay.
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What do our words mean? Nov 18, 2007 3:49 pm
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By now I was filled with questions…and I really needed answers. I knew something was wrong, but I also know how hard it is for me to trust. Am I being unfair? So…in typical Ari fashion…I began to ask the hard questions…the ones I really didn’t want the answers to…but I needed to have.

Are you writing to other women as you write to me? Of course not. He swears I am the only woman he writes to. Still...it felt wrong...and I began to wonder if he was playing a game...if he needed all the women in the blogs to admire him....if he wrote his words of love and loving to every other woman. I dislike not trusting the people closest to me...yet...I couldn't quite put the thought aside.

Thursday, I received an answer to a blunt question I asked him...what is it you dream of finding...in a relationship...in a woman...what would bring you happiness. This was his answer:

"I dream of a lover which will join me but not be joined to me. A lover which wants me yet knows that I am hers and needs no proof in a tangible pact, but of knowing, and realizing that she is mine. Ari, I do not stray, I may flirt and play, yet no one has read any of the words I’ve shared with you. You are in my minds eye, My lover."

Now...I felt that was fairly clear. I thought it really bluntly stated that he was looking for someone to be...there when he wanted them to be...but not...truly there. Being me...I asked...to clarify. I didn't beat around the bush...I was up-front about it.

"I'd like to understand better what you meant by that statement. Your words are actually quite clear. It makes me wonder if you are...married, committed...something.

What you say you want...as I read it...is a lover...a mistress who will be there when you want to...enjoy them...and be absent the rest of the time...when perhaps you'd rather be flirting or playing with others. That's fine...if that's what you want. If it makes you happy...search for it with all your heart. It is not what you would find with me. When I love...I love with all of me. I want to feel eager to come home...to share my evening with someone who loves all of me...not just sex...but laughter, anger, pain, togetherness, conversation, dancing, walking, playing.... Life."

While I was at it...I went a step further...and asked once again...why...he would use the expressions he used in his comments to other women. It is my belief that if you “love” someone…their love and admiration are enough for you…you do not need every other woman to want you. I had two immediate reactions to the situation. First, I was worried about the other women he wrote these comments to. How did they feel about his words? Did they make each woman feel as if he were interested in them? Did he make them hope and dream as he did me? In the end…all I could see was that someone was likely to be hurt…whether it be me….or some of my friends.

I don’t want to say that he was intentionally doing anything to harm anyone. I don’t even want to imply it. I don’t really know what was at the bottom of his comments; but it was entirely possible that it was completely innocent. So…I simply asked him if he realized that it was possible other women could be hurt because they saw his words as an invitation…or interest in them.

I knew that the observations I made in my e-mail were likely to make him angry. I didn’t know him well enough to know how he would respond, but his comments made me feel as if he were…holding on to me while he waited to see if anyone else responded…or…as if he wanted to have every woman in the same position he had me. I didn’t like it…I wasn’t likely to tolerate it long.

What each of us chooses for ourselves is our own choice. I cannot find fault in that choice because I have not walked in your shoes…I have not lived your life. All I can do is make my own choices…even if that means that my choice takes me out of your world. In the end, I thought I was fairly blunt about my choice.

"No proof in a tangible pact"? What is that? Is love tangible? Is commitment tangible? Is a shared life tangible? Perhaps so...and if so...it is the choice I would make. However hard it may seem, I choose myself before I choose to put myself in a place where I will not be...happy...satisfied. What I want from tomorrow is not simply for tomorrow...but for all of my tomorrows. It is not for every minute of the day...but it will warm me every minute of the day. It is to know that I am the most important part of my partner's world...and they are the most important part of mine.

I hope that my words have not been harsh...they were not meant to be. You have all that you choose to offer. Choose what makes you happiest...and if your choice is that you want a hundred women worshipping at your feet to make you feel...wanted...choose that...but I cannot be a part of that. Flirting...is a lighthearted innocent thing...it does not...invite every woman to believe you want her...you hunger for her. I'm sorry...but that's simply hurtful for every woman involved. Long term...one or all will be hurt. I don't choose that for me...or for my friends…”

In the end….all we have is our own integrity…our own choices…or none of them.
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Putting It Together Nov 18, 2007 2:31 pm
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As we continued to write to one another, I would learn that he really preferred not to answer questions. I believe that people have the right to their privacy so I rarely press a question, but if you send me a letter telling me that I stink…and I write back asking how I stink, what I stink from, whatever…I expect some response. He never said I stink, but he often made vague statements that I wanted to clarify…to understand. Yet…he never responded to questions requesting clarification. That really should have said a lot to me…but I was…entranced.

The words he used were beautiful and glowed with the soft light of the setting sun reflected through the colors of the sky. I loved to read his words and imagine them wrapped around me, running through my veins like so much champagne. Instead of telling me what he meant in a previous letter, he became more affectionate…more loving…and it was a drug that took away the hunger inside me. In the words of love he whispered, I could lose the concern I was feeling…that something was more wrong than I could imagine. I could believe that I was…imagining…blowing things out of proportion.

“I have never stopped thinking of you. I don't think I ever could. I envision us as one….I am with you in spirit, and long for you, as if you didn't know. I realize that you need more then which I can grant at this point in time, but please don't be sad, please feel the warmth I hold for you and know that my love for you is very real. “

If you know me at all…you know that these words would entrance me. It emphasizes a part of the world I deeply believe in. But in time I realized that I knew almost nothing about him. It seems to me that, even as friends, part of maintaining a correspondence is to learn more about one another...only within each person's comfort zone...but if all you do is exchange pleasantries...you have no friendship...and certainly nothing more; and you can whisper all the words of love you want…if you haven’t established a foundation for it…it cannot withstand the light of day.

I began to feel that I really wanted to know him more. He had a way of describing scenes so that I could actually visualize it in my mind...and I could feel the touch of his hand...as if he were touching mine. I am not immune to feelings of closeness...and I was beginning to feel very close to him...in much the ways he said he was feeling towards me. Still...there was something wrong...and I was just beginning to put my finger on it.

I noticed that when I commented on his blog...his responses were often...distant...written as if from one stranger to another. Yet...I saw him comment to other women with great affection as if he visualized them in his mind's eye; as if he felt close to them...and sometimes in the same words he would use when he wrote an e-mail to me. Of course, I asked about it...only to hear that he was in no way "cold" to me. I hadn't said cold...I said it was distant...as if...he wanted no one to know that he supposedly "loved" me. It was another sign I should have noticed; when I asked a question, the wording was often altered just enough to make it seem as if I had accused him of something rather than asked if I was misunderstanding something.

An oddity of his e-mails was that he would write an entire e-mail...sign it with all his love...and then include a postscript...something truly personal and filled with beauty and words of loving. I always thought it was a bit unusual, but suddenly I realized that he was attaching the same postscripts over and over...as if he had saved them in a file...and simply attached them...personalized them...and called it good. It was the same way with pictures. He sent beautiful pictures...and then I began to get six and seven copies of the same pictures.

Again...I asked about it. He liked the words he had written to me so well, he wanted me to remember them...and he only had a handful of pictures on the computer he used...but he liked to attach pictures to his e-mails. I was not so easily placated this time. There were one too many oddities. I began to analyze the situation as only I do. I took the words apart and put them back together; looked for the inconsistencies. I believe in people…I trust people…I don’t look for lies. But when I feel totally lost in a situation; when it rings untrue for me; when something is clearly wrong with it…I begin to search for what is wrong.

My mind couldn’t let it go and I wrote one post after another about the confusion I was feeling. Writing things out is how I best work through my emotions…writing things out is how I best heal from pain.

I found so many inconsistencies, so many pieces of a huge puzzle I should have seen through long before; I had so many questions…and no answers. As always, my first reaction was to question myself…was I being fair? Was I misinterpreting the information my heart was feeding me? Was I going to hurt someone without cause?

When your heart is telling you something is wrong….listen. Don’t second-guess. Don’t doubt. Don’t question. Something is wrong….shield yourself.
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When Words Obscure Nov 18, 2007 1:03 pm
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I want to tell you that the man I met is a wonderful and unique man, and that is certainly true. He has many fine qualities….but he is not the man I once perceived him to be. The signs were all there, in his posts, but you could read his posts in several ways. They were always just a little bit misty…a little bit cloaked in words that twisted and turned. If you chose to ignore the parts you didn’t really want to read…you could sink right into the rest of the post…and feel yourself blanketed in something wonderful…and ephemeral.

I can’t even tell you that he…chose me from a thousand women on the blogs. His posts were so heart-wrenching and sad that I broke all of my own rules. I sent an e-mail to a man I didn’t know. Now…I will occasionally return a wink with a brief message, but I almost never initiate contact with a man. I find that the most difficult of steps to take…and I make the assumption that if he wants to know me better…he will contact me. I know that this is not always true…but it is extremely difficult for me to write to men I don’t know well. This man, though…I always felt that he needed a hand to help him up, a hug…..just to know that someone cared.

It wasn’t a mistake to write to him, but it certainly made me sit up and take notice when his response was addressed to “Arreana, my love…” and his closing was “all my love”. It was more than a little confusing and I wrote back lightly teasing him that if he wrote to all women in that manner, he would soon have all of the women on the blogs swooning at his feet. The comment was laughed off, but I did note that he continued to address e-mails to me in this manner. It is amazing how we can come to expect these words…how they can make us feel connected…even when there is no connection. It is amazing how much we can want to believe in them.

When I write to a man, my intent is to get to know him better…to actually determine if there is anything we have in common. Do we have enough in common to be friends…or are we so different…so…completely opposite…that we’ll do nothing but disagree? An easy example I can use….I often tell people very early on in a correspondence that I am Wicca. I could care less what anyone thinks about that…but…particularly with people who are strongly religious…I often find that they are uncomfortable with my beliefs…or that they think they are obligated to “save” me. I guarantee it is the fastest way to stop talking to me. Believe what you believe…and allow me to be who I am. We don’t have to agree…we do have to respect each other’s right to believe as we do.

I find that most men who write to me either tell me just about everything about themselves or ask a hundred questions of me. Most men don’t seem to be very comfortable discussing their pasts, what has brought them to the place they are at now; but it is what I really want to know. I want to know if you’ve ever hit a woman; I want to know what makes you most angry and how you react; I want to know who you love and how deeply you share of yourself….so I ask questions; lots of questions.

One of the things that kept me off guard in our correspondence was that his letters were so much like his posts...obscure, back and forth again...he would be extremely affectionate...and then make a comment as if he wanted to keep me at arm's distance; and all the time he would write to “Ari, my love”. Since I didn't really have a strong feeling of who he was, what he was looking for...and if there was even any reason to be interested, I tried for a level playing ground. Let's be friends.

To myself I justified his rather confusing letters by thinking that from the history he had described, he probably didn't have a great sense of how to approach women. He often described himself as never having been loved...never having known that emotion. Of course...that was before he told me he was married and getting a divorce. I think that was really the next clue...how he could have never known love...yet been married 21 years and loved his wife so much. Somewhat of a contradictory description and one I should have paid more attention to…along with a hundred other small signs that I chose to believe I was….misunderstanding.

Don’t second-guess yourself. Believe in yourself. If a situation rings untrue….it probably is. Ask questions. If you don’t get answers that are believable…acceptable…walk away. No matter how wonderful you think he probably is “underneath”….you are trying to make him into your vision of who he is. Don’t do that. He isn’t. Accept it. Walk away.
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Getting to know you.... Nov 18, 2007 11:36 am
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The story I am about to share is deeply personal. It is my story to tell and I share it only because I hope that some of us will learn from it. I hope...that it will open our eyes to something we should have seen...but willfully blinded ourselves to. I’m not planning to tear anyone apart; I believe people do and are…the best people they know how to be. The fact that it doesn’t make them the person we want them to be is a different issue.

I believe that people are exactly who they are. We each make choices on our paths, we each choose the road to take and we each have to deal with the consequences of our choices…each and every one of us…including me. I believe that when we love, a part of that love is to accept people exactly as they are…without attempting to change them in any way….as we want them to accept us….warts and all. I believe that sometimes we are….so hungry for what we want…what we miss in our lives…that we are willing to blind ourselves to the truth…and in that moment…we allow ourselves to believe…to hope…to dream…what we know is not so. And therein…lies the trap.

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When I meet a man there are a few things that will attract me rather quickly...and a lot that will chase me off. I am drawn to men who are intelligent and articulate. I am also drawn to men who are willing to explore their own emotions...their own belief systems. Smiles, laughter and teasing are an immediate draw. Looks have never mattered to me...we're all aging and changing...although I do love to be with a tall man who can make me feel small…and I love to look at people’s eyes. But, for me...it is all about the person you are inside...and how you treat the people around you.

Things that immediately chase me away are people whose smiles never touch their eyes, people who make my skin crawl, people who are harsh or hurtful to others, people who express bigoted or prejudicial opinions about any group for any reason, and people who invade my space…have to touch me…talk to me in a too personal way. It’s one thing to ask questions and get to know me; it’s one thing to tease me and play with words; it’s a totally different thing to assume you can say or do anything you want to me…tell too naughty jokes, stare at my breasts, act as if we’ve known one another for years. I have a comfort zone…and I have to feel comfortable with you. Surprisingly, some people do get through that comfort zone very swiftly…others never do.

Initial reactions are only valid when we have something to base that reaction on. Meeting a man in my 3D world, I base reactions on what I can see…not how he looks or what he wears…how he carries himself, his eyes, how he reacts to me, how he moves, how his body moves when he laughs. I can see if he is uncomfortable around me as well as if he is immediately comfortable and responsive to me. But I find that people in the 3D world are often too busy being busy to take the time to talk. Talking lets me know much more about you than watching you.

I am the most curious person and I ask hundreds of questions. Knowing who a man is helps me to gauge how he will react to my personality. It tells me how he has reacted to situations in the past…and how he has responded to people. It tells me if we will still have anything to talk about in 6 weeks, 6 months, 6 years, even a lifetime. There are some people who we simply have little or nothing in common with…and there are others who we feel immediately at home with…people we can talk to about anything and everything that enters our heads. It is important to me that any man I am involved with be comfortable talking to me about anything I have on my mind…and that I am similarly comfortable with him. I have been in the relationship where there are no words…only endless months of silence. I can’t live that way. I love silent moments…when we are comfortably silent, absorbed in our own things…but I don’t want that eternally.

When I meet a man on the blogs I am obviously evaluating the opposite. I can’t tell what your eyes say to me…I am dependent on your words. So…I tend to trust people’s words…until I find them…inconsistent. Until they hold back the words…choose not to share who they are. Until they start playing with words…and then I have to make a choice. Do I walk away from the words I can’t depend on? Am I misjudging the person involved? Or are they using their words to hold me and confuse me…am I only a toy they are playing with? And how do I know what the truth is? I learned a lesson about that over the past few months…and that’s something I think we all need to think about.
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Deception Nov 17, 2007 1:48 am
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In a hundred ways she’ll search
Sift each embered mote of ash
Celebrate the agony
Feel the scoring of your lash
Dark the night to hide your path
Now her hope the flesh you’ll gash

In a hundred steps she took
Reaching for your out-flung hand
Anticipated freedom
Bound by searing to your brand
Cold the cell you put her in
Just a doll upon her stand

In a hundred words she heard
Hungered cries of those who’ve bled
Beckoning the memory
While her heart grows still with dread
Shred the dream before it’s birthed
Leave her dying in your bed
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Energy's Wine Nov 16, 2007 11:08 pm
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Your words take me to places unknown
Vistas I long for, dreaming alone
Touching the center of my spirit’s need
Carry the future, you give me the seed
Thoughts filter into darkness
Focus on the starkness
Plant the forest where my light shines
Faint whimsical star; energy’s wines
Gathering motion, picking up speed
Drawing emotion from those who would feed
On my pain; in my way;
Brightness kindling paths this day
That I may follow, step along,
Following your unheard song
Worlds have been forsaken
For less than this step taken
This place of peace, this dream, this hope;
To walk within compassion’s scope
To dwell within the light I bring
As if a fully living thing
Gathering energy from the trees
Bring the shadows to their knees
Overgrown with power undrawn
Sculpted ‘gainst the fiery dawn
Light glowing, stars showing
Feel the presence, ever-knowing
Darkness watches warily
Incandescence merrily
Flitters through the tangled leaves
Finds at last the heart that grieves
Muted light of solace shared
Wipes away the pain she bared
Hidden deep within the scent
Of the forest’s untamed tent
This the way the spirit cures
Those whose heart the shadow lures
Into a world of agony
Unbroken by love’s harmony
A tiny light ignites the gloom
That lives inside a ruby room
Walls are colored with your pain
Splattered from the opened vein
Bemused do you remove your soul
And leave the room; at last you’re whole
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