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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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| Only Waiting |
Oct 8, 2007 11:37 am
783 Views | You may think I’m empty
But you’re reading me wrong;
I don’t fear life alone
After waiting so long.
You can’t get to my heart
I’m not merely a toy;
Don’t plan to be broken
By an immature boy.
I will wait for the dream
Won’t abandon the quest
Until one comes along
Stands apart from the rest.
It appears that your words,
With their uncommon ring,
Are just something to say;
Simply don’t mean a thing.
Sometimes the game…is not worth playing. | |
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| Light the Fire |
Oct 7, 2007 11:05 pm
783 Views |  | Light the fire, beloved
Lying in this bed
Skin pale and chill
Waiting for sheets to warm
Your hands touching my face
Warmth wrapping tendrils
Curling inside
Fingers generate heat
Softness of lips brushing
Passion soon ignites
Taste of hunger
Flaring insatiably
A dancing duel of tongues
Testing of the truth
Then ignition
Accelerates the need
Bodies share caresses
Mindfulness burning
Erasing thought
Engendering desire
Overwhelm the senses
Softly stroke the flames
Fan fire higher
Tantalizing pathways
Explore with restless hands
Ending undefined
Delving deeper
Vulcan’s furnace blazing
Forging the molten core
Conducts energy
Flowing lava tubes
Conflagration in veins
Saturate in hot pools
Undulating mass
Melted to one
Melded intensity
Universes spinning
Captured in the void
All senses gone
Two souls twining alone
Replete with passion’s feast
Embers burn away
Each fiery trace
Until nothing remains
Ashes drifting skyward
Chilled by passing wind
Hope’s survival
Spiraling dance begins |
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| Reunion |
Oct 7, 2007 10:58 pm
620 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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| Finding Rhythm |
Oct 7, 2007 1:44 am
751 Views |  | I dance this night for me
Watch not lest you see
What you have wrought
Soft the music enters
Swaying I begin
Dancing again
You have not seen me so
Moving clumsily
Finding rhythm
Your words have made me old
As battered raindrops
Scattered about
I do not hear your thoughts
Chosen randomly
Maximum pain
Slowly finding the mood
Sadness entertains
What do you need?
Spinning silent circles
Head falling backward
Broken tears fall
Let go the emptiness
You wrap my soul in
Let me dance free |
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| Story Blog |
Oct 6, 2007 7:31 pm
712 Views | | I just wanted to let you all know that I do have a second blog here...as Ari_Fairy1. The blog is called Intertwined and will be used to post the story I have talked about so often. Any input on how you feel about the story will be appreciated. The story is important to me. | |
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| Bored to Death |
Oct 6, 2007 6:42 pm
756 Views | Since FF isn't working well today and I can't see anyone's posts, I decided to bore myself to death. I'm now officially dead. Funeral will be whenever FF decides to work again....or when the carcass decides to start stinking...worse....whichever comes first.
I was looking through my blog for pieces of the story I've been writing for the past two years when I came across a part of my life...dealing with my mother. I glanced over that and thought...I wonder what all I've written about in here. So I backed up to the first post and read my entire blog. 30 some odd pages in this one...and then I backed up into my hard drive and read the saved files from the two times I've deleted my blog. Another 50 some odd pages. Holy crows...who'd have ever thought I had so much to say?
I really thought I'd be totally bored, but I wasn't. I mean, some parts made me laugh, some posts made me wince at my own stupidity, some were really beautiful stories and poems that illustrate what I was feeling at the time...and some were so personal I was a little shocked at just everything I've shared. No secrets in Ari's little world. Well...very few left, hmmm?
Have you ever done that? Backed up and read your blog to see how you have changed, what you have shared? It was interesting in a lot of ways. First, the woman I was when I first came here was hopeful...but not optimistic. There were lots of times I was way more depressed than I even realized...until I read the words I had written then. I was still living way too much in the shadow of my past. Over time I've come to release a lot of that. First, I wrote it out in my blog; then I let it out of my heart.
It does amaze me, how much freer I feel and live. I truly do not live in the pain I once lived in. I don't often think about my father's abuse...and when I do...it doen't have the power to break me that it once had. I don't have the same issues dealing with my mother. She also lost the power to hurt me with her words and her attitude when I let go of the anger and pain I'd let bury me for so long. When we talk now, which is perhaps less often than I used to allow, I simply don't allow her words to have the power they once did.
The one place I don't feel like I have moved forward well is dealing with my ex. I guess that's not entirely true. I don't walk around afraid of being hit again. I have taken enough control of my life that he knows what I won't allow to happen around me. But...there is still some sense of dealing with guilt that somehow seems to be tied to the idea that my life has moved forward; that I am financially, emotionally, and physically able to take care of myself...while he has stagnated at where he was the day I divorced him. Somehow, I can't seem to stop feeling sorry for the idea that he will struggle the rest of his life...just to buy food.
Beyond that, it also seems to be tied to the idea that he did...at some point..and however unwillingly...help me out when life..and he...had knocked me down. Now I feel that I owe that back to him. Stop...don't argue...this is just about Ari dealing with Ari.
I'm to the point that this is the final piece I need most to work through...but when I read the things I've written in the past...this is the one place I seem to have stagnated...and maybe that tells me I need to get some outside help dealing with.
Interesting. Do something boring for you. Read your own blog...from cover to cover. I was amazed at the degree of change that has happened in my life over the past two years. As we walk our path, we often aren't totally aware of the pieces that have changed until someone else points them out to us. Instead of having others show me, reading my own blog did a great job of that.
So...how much have you changed since you came here? | |
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| Locked in Ourselves |
Oct 6, 2007 12:02 am
491 Views | I watched the movie Awakenings tonight. What a wonderful and tragic story. I was so taken by the story....all these people locked inside their own minds and bodies...being treated and finding life again.
Of course...you know I didn't leave it there.
I started imagining how it must have been for these people...to be aware and unable to respond...to see and be unable to move...to be trapped inside a body that doesn't do anything you ask it to do.
It made me think about what we can...and sometimes do...have to live with...and what we never could. At one time I used to work with Brain-Injured Adults. These were primarily people who had received a traumatic brain injury as an adult...and now had to live with the consequences. Some of the injuries were self-inflicted...suicides that went wrong. Some were from terrible car accidents...lightning strikes...falls.
One of the things you quickly learn is that brain-injured adults often do not have any control over their actions. Their brains simply don't recognize what is acceptable and what is not. So...you learn not to get too close...unless you like being pinched and groped. At first you don't think about it being a failure in their brain, you kind of think they are just crude. But, as you work with them....as you talk to them...your outlook changes.
I had several clients who touched my heart...but the one I loved most was a young girl. She had just graduated from high school; was headed off to a great college. She was in a car with friends coming home from her graduation when a drunk driver struck the car. She received massive brain injuries in the accident.
She came to us some time after healing from the non-brain injuries. I wasn't a client-care employee, I was a secretary for the center...but we were encouraged to spend company time on the grounds visiting with clients. And this girl needed to be made comfortable, so I made it my job to help her settle in. It was an excellent choice because this girl (I'm going to call her Sandy, which is not her name) would teach me so much.
Brain-injured adults can be a real pain in the butt. They can be demanding, inappropriate, complaining...they can and do steal, get aggressive, act out sexually, cuss uncontrollably. Sandy was demanding...not in a nasty way...but she was lonely, scared, new...and she needed constant attention. She definitely drove me nuts. Right up until the day she came to see my office.
She knocked on the door and then came into the apartment that served as the staff offices. She told me she had just wanted to see what my office looked like. It was the first time she had expressed any interest in anyone or anything outside herself. She sat down on the couch in front of my desk and asked if she could ask me a question. No problem.
Her question was whether or not I thought she would ever be able to go to college. What was I supposed to say? She had this massive brain injury that...well..no one really knew what she would end up with. So, I was cautious and said, "You know...I can't answer that. I think it has a lot to do with how much you want it...and how hard you are willing to work." She started to cry and she talked for awhile. As she talked, I began to understand that Sandy...the girl who had just graduated high school...still lived inside Sandy, the girl who now understood that her brain was so screwed up...she would probably never leave the facility.
She knew. She almost understood, but not quite. And it was devastating her. I often wondered how she tolerated the memories...the girl she had once been...locked inside the girl she was now. In a lot of ways, Sandy taught me to be even more tolerant of our differences...to remember that appearances aren't anything...that all too often...the person you see...even those who are annoying and frustrating...are living with something even worse inside themselves. They are living WITH themselves....and sometimes...they don't know how to escape. | |
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| Bring to me |
Oct 4, 2007 9:49 pm
825 Views | This is not my heart hurting for someone I haven't let go of...it is my soul searching for an answer to the dreams that visit me so often.....
Are you out there? I peer through the window longing for a glimpse of your soul but all I see is the single star which shines through the dusty pane. A soft sigh; is it impatience or loneliness calling out from my heart? I feel you near.
I have searched for you so long, soul speaking to soul; sensing your presence yet taunted by the distance that remains between us. I feel your eyes searing my skin with their intensity and long to gaze into them, remembering the depths I was once lost within...long ago in another time.
Your eyes have ever captivated me; you open your heart into them and I can see the truth of your love, the hunger of your flesh, the need of your soul. Never were there secrets between us for each revealed everything only to one another. No secrets; an awesome leap of faith; a terrifying responsibility.
I remember the flavors of your mouth; the taste of lips that kissed me softly; a precursor to the passions that would sweep us both away, unheeding, on the waves of time. The way you plundered my mouth, eager to sample the heat; eager to tease me into a matching need for you.
Do you whisper my name into the black night as a candle lit to remove the darkness? Do you wrap yourself in me, searching for the hidden flames that will warm your soul? Do you need me as I need you?
Do you hold me ever gently in your heart? Do you feel my touch upon your cheek and shiver with the flame that courses through you? Do you hear my soft call as I whisper your soul to the wind and beg her to carry it to you?
In time, the tuneless melody I sing will slow and I will no longer wait for you. So many words between us, beloved; loving words, angered words, hurtful words...words which doomed us to lifetimes of unhappiness; words now revoked and repealed.
Your words echo in the caverns of my soul...
Your love draws me deeper into the liquid flames of need.
Your soul is mine, beloved...as mine is yours...
Bring to me your loneliness and I will fill it with my laughter and joy.
Bring to me your pain and I will wash it away with my tears.
Bring to me your anger and I will soothe it with soft words of forgiveness.
Bring to me your need and I will satisfy it with the flame everpresent in my veins.
Bring to me your love and I will return it all the days of tomorrow.
Bring to me the soul that matches my own...that they may be healed. | |
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| #@!!!!&*#$@&$%^ |
Oct 4, 2007 9:20 pm
731 Views | I'm going to cuss in this blog, so plug your ears. I'm going to get very loud, so I'd cover your eyes, too.
Some sorry snaggle-toothed son of a biscuit eating booger played with my swamp coolers today. I want him boiled in oil over very low heat so he suffers as much as I whine. I can't believe anyone would dare to touch my swamp coolers.
I'm hot. Well yeah, I know...but I mean physically hot...lol. I want cool air drifting across my skin and when I go to turn on the swamp coolers, the water lines have been flipping disconnected. Now, I know that prolly has something to do with waking up to 27 degree mornings but I'm warning you...don't touch my fraggled swamp coolers.
If that wasn't bad enough, I thought I'd at least turn the fan on the cooler on so I could feel cold air anyway...doesn't have to be moist cold air. That wart-hog breathed horn-swaggler covered the swamp coolers up, too.
Suck a duck. I want him hung at dawn and his corpse left out for the ants to torture. Ok...don't kill him. Let the ants just torture him. I can enjoy that.
I'm thinking there was malicious intent involved in closing the cold air out of my house. I'm allowed to whine. I'm sure as flying fudgesicles not allowed to do anything else. So GIVE ME MY SWAMP COOLERS BACK!!!!!!!
That misbegotten sorry snot headed underheated whisker. I'm going to go cover his sycophantic, leeching, ignorant head with tar...and beat him with a pillow until he looks like the cockle-headed rooster he is.
So...I'm giving away my ex-husband. Could ya keep him out of my house and away from my swamp coolers? In fact...I'll pay you to take him...
I'm so flipping hot.... | |
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| TO ARMS, KEEPERS - - - ANNUAL PILLOW FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Oct 4, 2007 2:39 pm
2698 Views | Ok...blame it on Dan....who suggested a pillow fight in exactly the wrong blog...since I have them once a year anyway.
*gets out the great big pillows and calls all the Keepers to order.
Ladies....we need some fun and games. Go out and clobber all the men you can find.
*hands out assorted pillows
I have pink pillows, leaf filled pillows, down pillows, huge bat whomping pillows ...ummm....I mean...you name it...it's been delivered here to my blog.
Get your pillow and go get those men.
When they are ready to kiss our...ummmm...you know....we'll settle down again...until then...let the feathers fly where they will.
*takes her big ole pillow and whomps Dan and Jeff for practice.
Oh baby...I'm sooooooooooooo going to love this.
*tackles someone, but can't see who in the flying feathers.... | |
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