Friday, September 24, 2010

leaning into the shadows of stars

leaning into the shadows of stars

as i look up into the light of the brightly lit darkness of the night time sky, that graces the vast valley of the desert, in a mild tempature, i notice that things we have done merge together in the moments that we may not plan for. there are times in which you may not really understand your actions, desires, or words but the not knowing only ignites a reason in which one should strive to make a concious attempt to learn and understand rather than just accept at face value. Some people make belief in just brushing off and with effort make no attempt to understand with comprehension, but that only burys the past into becoming the future in a circular attempt, but rather step outside the circle and watch the roatation as if we were in space watching the gracious dance of the solar system. paying attention to the dance from the outside looking in gives you a sense of insight from at least a pinch of unbiasness, from this stance, you may start to conceive with infantile movements and thoughts, why you act, desire, or speak the things that you do, which connect the dots and spin the music that you subconciously dance in the movement that you do. sometimes the ANGEL, A person of great pleasure makes a blessing of hope when one grasps the moment of understanding, which hopefully leads to repair, as leaning into the shadow of the stars never felt so right.

mike ahuja
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

the ARTIST desires A muse NOT A spouse

the ARTIST desires A muse NOT A spouse

Genuine muses remain dreams eternally but for the artists that bond them to probing drudgery, A muse is nothing more than that of a reflection, distilled in mirrored monitors of the artist’s wishes, nervous ticks, thoughts and wants. Habitually the Muse will not act in response to straight and rational and consistent desires. She should be enticed with the lighthearted and good-natured moments that you have together.

Many artists, writers, poets and musicians have said that an individual whom they refer to as their muse has inspired their creative work. A muse is someone who has such a great influence on another that he or she becomes the focus and inspiration for that person's creative work and point of interest in living. Men to describe the women that they have been in love with and made the subject of their work have historically used the term, but may be married or in a “relationship” with another. George Harrison and Eric Clapton had the same muse at one point.

A muse is more powerful than Jesus, God, Mohamed, any religious figure, if the muse loves a man, then the man's worries instantly disappear. The artist whom is loved by a muse is considering being more sacred than a holy person.

Without muses Picasso would seize to exist, John Lennon’s solo career would have been nothing without Yoko. Gathering of that powerful energy when around that specific person can possibly mean that it is your muse, if inspiration is not wrecked, it’s with everything you have done or plan to do, if she is a CATALYST FOR CHANGE, she is a muse.

Commonly the muse flourishes with worship to impose pain, as she is born in pain, and it is the artist’s primary job to care for her, the muse, to nurture her because losing her means to go under an enormous arrangement. As an artist with a muse you are either connecting with your muse, or dealing with your demons, so remember that she only shoots you with insight, if you are suspecting so.

Let her have the mornings, it’s a muses favorite time, because in the moonlight when all the stars are sparkling in still moments of desire, but you have not passion or energy to write or paint or play guitar, brushing your teeth getting ready for bed, she speaks in a vent to you, even if she is unhappy, her words are like a kiss fueled with passionate energy, that inspires you to stay awake until the sunrises, she is a CATALYST FOR CHANGE, she is a muse.

Mike Ahuja

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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

SHINING MY SHOES WITH HER ONE WORD

The sunshine peaks through the cracks of the open windows, glaring down upon our dimly lit faces only to expose the precious moments, of our awakening from our SWEET SLEEP DREAMS, and the feelings we develop from living and leaving the escapism of sin. Sometimes emotions can rapidly change in alterating states with just one word, from being in the thought process of sorrow and anger, to hearing just one sweet word dance off the tip of her sweet tongue gracing the soft nuture of her tasty lips, and the sound bouncing off of her cute little nose, just one word has altered the prose of this passage.

thanks...

Noticing the solitude of hookers and whores, germans and japs, jews and muslims, americans and canadians, and all others that stroll through the confines of the smoke filled casinos filled with an excess of positivity filled dreams of hope to win big, to hit the jackpot special of never having to work again for the remainder of ones life. It's kind of sickening to notice so much dreams of positivity soaked in a greed filled stench of human fucking nature, kind of makes me want to become a negative bastard.

The thing is though, like with her one word, there is so much beauty in this atmosphere, so much beauty when you sit and actually pay attention, yes the uglyness is a no brainner and any moron could point out the greed aspect of starving money hungry people, but there is so much more.

Sometimes when we our straightforward with for example our muses, or when we strive to gain and gather attention from them, and we get absolutely no response, we jump higher and strive for even more attention to point of coming off as simply, plainly clothed crazed little boys, but the wierd thing is sometimes when the situation is thrown into reverse gear, we make a full on effort to avoid the attention she gives, to not want to hear the words roll off the tip of her sweet tongue gracing the soft nuture of her tasty lips, and the sound bouncing off of her cute little nose, we may sometimes just want to zip her lips shut, cut her tongue, and plug her nose, in confining all possible attention. (these times are usually very rare i would imagine from my personal situations but whom doesn't get a little crazy sometimes)

The important thing is to try and make at least an attempt to take notice of your surroundings, your actions, and your atmosphere, whether it be the sounds of the clinging around your heart to the birds chirping in your dream state, it can happen to you or me it's finally hard to describe it, but the beauty in a situation.

The beauty of this situation, is that like in life like so ever present in a casino is the philosophy of gambling, this philosophy is such a beautiful situation, that beauty when two souls press lips for the first time, who couldn't like it, and if you don't, it really doesn't matter...turn your lights on to the idea of what feels so right, and not so wrong!!!!

BET BIG, WIN BIG...WITH EVERYTHING IN LIFE...IT FEELS SO WRONG BUT IT FEELS SO RIGHT, IT'S WHAT SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF AND WE ALL OUR LOOKING FOR THEM, SO WHO ARE YOU TO DISAGREE in the idea of going big to win big.

Mike Ahuja