MAY Blankets Pleasure Me in 30 Unlikely Ways

MAY Blankets Pleasure Me in 30 Unlikely Ways

The angels from the land of the Dutch, to those floating in the oceans of Korea, to those on the beaches of Brazil, to those dodging the city of Barcelona, comprehend me now, if the clock strikes me mad, as sometime you MAY see 30 past the hour, right before the big hand meets the little, no one alive can always be a Jesus Christ, you can’t always be an angel, no matter how beautiful your sensual smile is, and it’s fucking beautiful.

The bad becomes so clear, when everything turns mistaken, but I am just a lost soul dancing on the shores of good intent, I’ll be misunderstood even and everyway the angels glance at it, as I say the right things, wrong so many times, and there is no turning back the clock in real time, it’s just apart of the misunderstand.

Clarifications shouldn’t need to be conceived for reasons of justification, but you don’t realize my misunderstood visions of the MAY blankets that pleasure my heart in 30 unlikely ways, so I try to explain but I don’t know where it goes, except trying to the say the right things, but I don’t know how sometimes, I suppose.

When I move closer and clearer down the bumpy roads of vindication, I seem to only be getting further and further, lost in the fog of clarification, from the angels of misunderstanding, wanting to grab my MAY blankets of pleasure, only to realize faster than the spark of a cigarette, that’s my misunderstanding.

Maybe enlightenment of the truth is like a little boy with hopeful eyes attempting to wake from a daydream of illusion, trying not to be misunderstood is just a product of myself but still perhaps I haven’t attempted hard enough to explain myself, more than just shouts of forgiveness to the angels that grab a hold of my sacred words.

Just wanting to be treated like the norm, but the angels they are the ones that treat me differently, I want to believe, I desire in opposition but it’s all blinded in a fog of misunderstanding. The cold snowy winds blew us into a circle of confusion, turning misunderstanding into a mistaken hurricane of fabricated gusts of isolation and abandonment. I tried but only ended up stumbling on my own words deeper into a chaotic disorder, reaching for your hand but became restless thinking I did the best I could do, wanting to hit rewind only to shut my mouth but that’s only fantasy.

I’m not afraid to say that you seem to be answering questions that I am not asking, and it’s become apparent that my apologetic sorrows sound nothing more than a burnt disc skipping on flawed results that are fighting with emotion towards good intentions. Not a bit of this was a part of the plan, so reach out to my hand, and lets pull one another out of this quicksand, and we don’t need to try and understand…we just need to be.

Mike Ahuja

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.

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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

“Escape Us Sleeping Beauty” (Part 1 of Free Writing Exercise) -

“Escape Us Sleeping Beauty” (Part 1 of Free Writing Exercise)

Hearing the summer drops of rain all my life falling down, up, right, left and all around but still trying to decide what’s Real, maybe diamonds just don’t exist.

Not sure what’s gone wrong or just fearing not to call a sense of just to what’s right, only when things fall apart, do we look for in panic, justification. Maybe we can find real, in Rio…so we jumped on a jet plane and flew south of the boarder.

Sometimes we can be so blind to our issues, problems, and to our lives that we just block them from the perceptions of our visions. I wonder if that’s why people enjoy traveling, to mask the unhappiness of their current lives. To avoid any of the reality that manifest in the present, but the truth is, running from issues does not seem to silence them, only pauses them temporarily. So why venture on a journey of traveling? Well some people seem to say the beauty of the destination, but the irony is that most people don’t bother to praise the beauty within their own home; it’s just something to justify the travels.

There must be something, I am missing, well I suppose traveling alone for a moment can provide clarity if in short aspects. Traveling with one or more can strengthen emotional bonds with people quickly, it’s a journey together and, that is an experience you will have for eternity.

So maybe escaping sleeping beauty, is a travel to awaken that emotional experience with sleeping beauty, to unlock that smile that makes my world full of sunshine, so I let her fly off in a strange place, momentarily to fly back to the nest from sleeping beauty’s own journey, a journey of masks and chaos.

I am not fully aware of what traveling is about, but this idea is what seems to be the only valid and logical explanation, lol, well at least I am getting time to free write. Smiling to the notion and stepping away from the moments of everyday reality, hoping to search for a pause, to gain an understanding of what’s truly and deeply important in your life.

I sit still, hearing the samba drums play loudly but calmly, gazing at sleeping beauty, glancing over at her smile, as she rest behind the softness of a pillow in complete relaxation.

So traveling can be meditative, I’ve learned to understand, and motivate.

In our journeys, sometimes chapters of drama, pain, and violence occur. Sometimes these chapters can be catalysts for exposing much more important truths of symbolism, these chapters can foreshadow for the dreams and desires of the future.

TO BE CONTINUED…