FIVE RULES TO REMEMBER IN LIFE:

FIVE RULES TO REMEMBER IN LIFE:

1. Money cannot buy happiness but its more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes than on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy but remember the bastards name.
3. Help someone when they are in trouble and they will remember you when they're in trouble again.
4. Many people are alive only because its illegal to shoot them.
5. Alcohol does not solve any problems, but then again, neither does milk.

Gold-digging? Or Filtering? GirlPOV - by miss kai

 Gold-digging? Or Filtering?

It's been a recurring theme that Cali girls are gold diggers. Hold up: let's define gold digger here for a minute. Definition: a person who dates others purely to extract money from them. "PURELY" is the key word here. So if a girl wants a man who is well-off for security reasons (just to know that financially, issues would be less probable than likely), that hardly constitutes the definition of a gold digger.In the city of Angels where girls are known to be a little materialistic and superficial with their designer shades, DIY or salon-painted nails, latest styles in accessories to accentuate their fashion-forward ensemble, and top notch skincare and make-up to complement their facial features makes this city in Cali a crowd that is not so hard on the eyes. And let's be honest boys, I'm sure you guys aren't complaining about the girls that pass you by. So what if we expect the same from boys? We expect a nice appearance from boys as well, because let’s all be real, the first thing we notice is how a person looks on the outside. That is what attracts us to begin with, male or female. If they have a decent car, we assume he has a decent paying job unless his parents or someone for that matter bought it for him. But for the most part, we hardly assume someone buys any materialistic thing a man possesses unless he is under 21. We make assumptions based on the type of car he drives, where he lives, how he acts, his hair, his clothes, and many more until proven otherwise.

The catch phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" of course is partially true. But everybody is guilty of doing so until a deeper relationship is established and first impressions may remain stagnant, evolve, or completely be obsolete. Let's take for example: those infamous Pyramid schemes. How do you think these schemes have been successful for many years? Mental manipulation coupled with teasing the average person with the taste of high life. The people in the top tier of a pyramid drive Beamer, Benz, or Bentleys in their tailored suits and know how to command a crowd with their presence alone. Their presentation in its entirety attracts the suckers to cough up a few bills to their company. Imagine if recruiters had the exact opposite: outdated cars that leave a bad stench as it leaves the driveway, oversized no-name labeled suits, and a speech impediment. Do you honestly think pyramid schemes would flourish under these circumstances? I highly doubt it. Point being: presentation for the most part is key. We make assumptions based on the exterior of a person, place, or thing on more than one occasion/situation.

So why is it so bad if L.A. girls don't want to waste their time on losers and douche bags? Some of the most attractive qualities in a male are success, passion, and gentlemen mannerism. Of course there are so much more qualities needed to make an actual relationship last, but these qualities are what reels us in to spend our time getting to know an individual for something more than just an old memory. Girls want to feel special in a relationship: adventures in the sea, brunch pool/beach side, 5 Michelin Star restaurants, classy Champagne, surprise presents, spontaneous trips, undivided attention, continuous laughter, and more. Of course we do not need to be spoiled, materialistically, 24/7 unless he is financially capable but we want to feel appreciated, loved, or wanted shown by a grand gesture if and when it’s possible (and boys take notes: doing something grandeur doesn’t ALWAYS require money). In the infatuation stage of a relationship, we experience a high and want to revel in every moment of it and never want it to end. But if a guy makes us pay for every other dinner/date, doesn't open doors, or doesn't produce a memorable date, it burns our high. We just want to feel like a millennium princess and all the above doesn't define Cali girls as gold diggers in a city where boys usually just want to get laid. We judge a man by the car he drives, clothes he wears, how he talks and walks, etc. just to filter out potentials from losers. Ain't nothing wrong with that. So boys: quit it with that smash talk just because you can't get with it. It’s not gold-digging. It’s just a filtering process because we don’t have time to sit there and get to know everyone that “hollas” at us. Real men do not complain nor whine. Real men also know how to sweep a girl off her feet.

-MISSxKAI-

So, What are we? Dating or Boyfriend Girlfriend?

So, What are we? Dating or Boyfriend Girlfriend?

It seems like so many people have all these terms and definitions and rules when in a relationship from “dating” to “dating exclusively” to “going out” to boyfriend girlfriend” to “being together” and so forth.  Maybe it’s just me or does this sound confusing, how does one know what stage they are in, or what is the correct order of stages?  Are you allowed to go from “dating” to “going out” or does that violate the rules of attraction?

Having these sets of terms and labels, in a way kind of keeps adults in high school, or maybe I am just clueless but it seems like this fascination people have with relationship terminology takes away the passion and heated desire of emotion, I could only imagine kissing a girl or getting in heated emotional argument to stop and ask the question, wait dear are we “dating exclusively” or just “dating” cause I am so sorry if we are just dating cause than it was okay for you to kiss the other boy?

Now at what point in this concept of labels and terms, does love at first sight come into play?  Maybe these terms are for people whom don’t believe in love at first sight, this just an interesting topic that I think about and get frustrated when people bring things up of this notion.

For example here is a recent chat conversation I had that actually sparked me to sit down and write something about this:

Maria Sampson: the last two guys i dated for a year each. They weren't my boyfriends...though

Maria Sampson: they were just guys I was seeing

Maria Sampson: testing the waters...

Maria Sampson: I’ve dated a lot

Maria Sampson: but I haven't had many bf's

Maria Sampson: I give most guys a chance...

Maria Sampson: but when it comes to being my boyfriend...I’m super picky but not with dating

Of course I know these terms are based on the “committal” factor but what my point is how does one know when you have secured the next title?  Does one of you make a declaration or an announcement?  Is there a time factor involved, can “dating” expire?  Or does the boy ask the girl like in junior high, and say “I want to be your boyfriend”?

I always assumed, emotional, mental and physical actions expressed the stage of the relationship

But I’ve heard some of you guys and girls are like robots, and when you decide to be boyfriend and girlfriend it’s like you flip a switch and instantly allow yourself to have a more intense emotional and physical relationship just because of the sole factor of a “term” and “label”. 

At what point is it appropriate to bring up these relationship titles?  I am just curious cause I really can’t afford of losing a girlfriend due inadequate relationship title timing issues, plus I think my friends and Mom would tease me like crazy, and it would be a tremendous blow to my self-esteem.

At the end of the day, how you are imprinted on someone’s life and heart is the only true mark any of us leave on this earth, labels and terms shouldn’t determine your actions in a relationship, love should.

Mike Ahuja

  

6 bad reasons to date someone

1. Your friends want you to date each other


2. Just Hate being alone


3. He or she asked me out, so why not
4. Getting to "that" age


5. Feeling someone can fix your life


*6. To help with your job / career 


*i am not sure yet about this one lol

A haiku for you

A haiku for you
by m.ahuja

When our eyes close at night our minds dream, floating into the stars
Drifting away from all of the emotional scars to a place in thus far
Seeing our hearts driving so fast in a static state of nowhere direction
Everyday our mirrored smiles, everyday our mirrored words
Everyday produces a mirrored affection that nurtures our mirrored hearts

Let it be your smile that grabs a hold of me in such way that diamonds need sparkles
Let it be the way your body moves in a way that brings my mind far off the charts
In the brightly lit shine of that youthful lit smile, I am lifted into a place of your touch
Everyday our mirrored smiles, everyday our mirrored words
Everyday produces a mirrored affection that nurtures our mirrored hearts

It’s everyday that I want to be held by you
It’s everyday that I want to hold you tightly
It’s everyday that I want to write a haiku for you

WHY DO COUPLES FIGHT?

WHY DO COUPLES FIGHT?
WE TOUCH, LIGHTS GO OUT, WE CHASE SHADOWS

Every time when we touch, when the lights go out, we always end up chasing delirious shadows trying to convince ourselves that this dispute is meaningless. We brush it off to the side always screaming tomorrow can wait, but after approaching and touching one another in the same ways, maybe tomorrow can’t wait, maybe it just can’t wait. Couple’s routinely get trapped in a distorted reality blaming passionate disputes on silly and easy to justify reasons such as money and finances for example; when in fact money deep down is really never the root that feeds these arguments, it’s much simpler in truth.

So, why do couples fight?

We tend to slow down the closer we get to sunrise, seeing what tomorrow can bring, but it’s always the same shit, haven’t you noticed? Well if you haven’t maybe you should open up the confines of your gaze and gaze right into the mirror of your partner, but keep the lights on this time and try not to act like a bloodthirsty vampire trying to extract unimportant words that will not lead to resolution.

Waking into the sources and foundations of why couples struggle with fights and arguments that often times can lead to collapse of the combined souls, so many people have gone through a relationship breakup or a divorce and it can be one of the most devastating events in one’s life as you attempt to heal your out of order heart and spirit, but maybe this doesn’t have to occur, as with cancer there are prevention methods, same goes with relationships.

full article 

http://lovesickdiaries.com/blog/2011/04/19/why-do-couples-fight-we-touch-lights-go-out-we-chase-shadows/

Tax time is no love

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SWEET THINGS TO SAY TO SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT ALOT

SWEET THINGS TO SAY TO SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT ALOT

1. I love your smile and the way you make me smile.
2. I love the way you walk, talk and laugh.
3. You just make me feel so good.
4. I will call you honey, darling, sweetheart...
5. You are the best, you are amazing!
6. I can’t get enough of you...You drive me wild!
7. You know me so well, inside and out.
8. I love you so much...
9. I love you with my heart and soul...
10. I love everything about you, inward and outward
11. You make me laugh all the time!
12. You keep my spirits so high
13. You have a wonderful sense of humour, you are so funny...
14. I love the way you brighten up a room...  
15. I love the way you love me
16. I love the way you make me feel
17. You make me feel at the top of the world!
18. I never want you to stop loving me
19. I cherish your love for me
20. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life
21. You fill my world with hope and love...
22. You complete me so well
23. You make me feel so special and lucky
24. I need you so badly...
25. You just made my day
26. You make my days beautiful and nights wonderful
27. I can’t get enough of your hugs and kisses...
28. I am sorry if I ever hurt you
29. I promise to love and cherish you forever
30. You are the one for me, my soul mate...
31. I don’t need anyone else in my life
32. You satisfy me completely
33. Marry me and make me the luckiest man in the world!
34. I have always loved you and will always love you
35. I miss you terribly.
36. I am so lonely without you...
37. My world is empty without you.
38. I can’t wait to be with you.
39. I want to be with you forever.
40. I love the way you hold me.
41. I cannot bear to part with you for so long.
42. I feel like I am dreaming when I am with you.
43.  I have never been loved like this before...
44. I would like to wake up next to you forever.
45. It hurts to see you in pain.
46. I’d rather not be with anyone than you.
47. You are my Juliet.
48. A kiss for your every wish
49. You have changed my life completely
50. I can’t be thankful enough for the time we have been together...
51. I will lay down my life for you!
52. I’d rather not live than live without your love.
53. I love the way you look up to me.
54. I trust you with all my heart
55.  I can't thank you enough for your love...
56. I cannot express my love for your love completely.
57. ‘I love you’ is not enough to describe my feelings for you.
58. You make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world
59.  I enjoy every moment with you.
60. You make every other girl pale in comparison.

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

I Miss You Calling Me From the Vent

I Miss You Calling Me From the Vent

Sometimes I sit calmly still in a surrounding vibe of constant chaos, hearing the sounds of nothing but birds, not chirping but of people vanishing loudly in a sea of incorrect beliefs, driven by the man made cult of the plastic atmosphere, most of you will drown in. Living in a storm, being swept up by material angels that preach forgiveness and peacefilled wet dreams, that are unholy but realistic to this constant chaos, we call society. Clinging and clanging to the nonsense that glues our hearts and souls together with each other.

WOndering why the nonsense glues our hearts and souls together with each other seems to be racing through my mind in a constant circle, going around like a pony goes around a horse track, it starts to make no sense at all. I have always believed that it's experience and communication that creates the thickness of glue, the more you have the stronger the scent of this glue, and the higher we could get with this strength, but maybe i am completely wrong, maybe none of this glue is glue at all.

Surving for some is in the hands of the glue, keeping things together is done by glue, pulling the glue apart can create issues that fall into cracks of brokeness, leading to nothing beneficial, but how do we keep this glue from coming undone. Sometimes the glue is simply the sound of a voice, and when that voice violently vanishes, we unravel into the unknown, it can be both good and bad, the confusion of this is why?

Some of us believe in out of sight out of mine, some of us believe out of sight more in mind, for those that need the glue to remain high, out of sight out of mine is far from home. Hearing that voice makes us stronger, but if the glue just starts melting away, applying more glue seems to only speed up the process of brokeness towards the end of the road. We can't rewind what we don't have recorded, it just that simple, so don't fast forward to something you don't know actually exist, just because it's in the script doesn't mean it made final cut.

enjoy your week

mike ahuja

Why is it easier to forgive an enemy than it is to forgive a friend?

Why is it easier to forgive an enemy than it is to forgive a friend?

Pondering thoughts to this question, while being caressed by the dryness of rain drops that sprinkle little parts of potion that comfortably touch my southern soul into a soaking wet sensation of uncomfortable thoughts; but hold on those uncomfortable thoughts dance in our minds are nothing utter than real, even if they fade away at times.

I would be afraid if you didn’t cry you heart out at times, I would be afraid that you weren’t real, or weren’t real with me, with us, and the clock circles around with a constant master plan of the little and big hand chasing after one another effortlessly with attempt at meeting as one together, in bittersweet fashion. I want them to dance so badly together, like they once did before mankind created their prison which only confines us to measuring our forgiveness in constant reminder of how long something goes on for, both good and bad, real or fictional, but with friends not enemies.

I don’t want to be there to see the times in which we end up singing these songs that aren’t meant to be sung, and the crazy words that say nothing more than silence might say, but it’s like seeing the thunder, and hearing the lightening, don’t go away because sometimes what’s wrong is right and what’s right is wrong, you just have to trust in the chance of your heart. We all have our fantasies of purification, and I thank you for being mine, providing me a place to frolic into a garden of non-fictional emotions, taking me to a place you go where nobody else knows.

Looking forward into forgiveness gives the sky sunshine, and provides the honest answers to the questions that you might have been asking or seeking out in determination of what we all believe as being a sincere plan in freezing time and stopping the rain from drowning our heart and emotions. You know that feeling that you get with enemies, where did it all wrong? Well I hope you know, enemies aren’t real, they’re just games we play like the urges of buying material objects of sin that we all crave, just plastic desires like god and the devil.

Forgiving a friend is the hardest thing we can do, it’s much harder to forgive a friend than an enemy because it’s genuine, and it’s real. This moment of forgiveness won’t let go and will stick around with you until the day you die, but the tears will dry because that’s what forgiveness is, a napkin to wipe the tears. What’s real is friendship, and when you let someone go, and if there is a sense of return, well it happens to be one of the most genuine things we can experience. You can’t ask someone to forget but you can ask someone to forgive.

Mike Ahuja

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
http://www.theolagroup.com

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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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

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Dark Sunshine of an Emotional Hero

Dark Sunshine of an Emotional Hero

By Mike Ahuja

Sometimes we all approach the fluctuating in and out of emotional states of mind, questioning our own sanity, thinking if this ping pong table of emotion is a pattern of the norm, or if we only have our hands tied behind our back in a submissive state of solitude from the rest of the human race, feeling that we could never be heroes, only arriving to the assumption that we do need heroes to save us from this unstable pattern of emotion.

The thing is we are all like this, we all go through ups and downs emotionally, constantly changing from one month to the next, from one week to the next, from one day to the next, and even for some from one hour to the next, and maybe if your emotional patterns do not rotate, than is that insanity?

You can’t be happy everyday; it just doesn’t make sense…

What seems to be so great about these emotional fluctuations, is that we tend to seek and search out something or someone that has that extreme power to alter these moods and emotional states, some people go on searching even until death and still are unable to find that “emotional hero” one could consider calling it.  When you do finally find this “emotional hero” you can’t let go, you must hold on tightly. 

How do you know when you do find an “emotional hero”?

You just kind of know when you have found this thing or person, cause you could be having a shitty suicidal type of day, hating every fucking thing around, but than it’s crazy how one smile, can make all of life’s complications fade away, like with me for example, this one girl, her smile, her voice, her presence, and the soft touch of her skin touching my skin just brings me back in one turn to the good state.  She is my “emotional hero” and it’s just something you know, you have got to pay attention to; to your mind and to your heart to really be able to notice.

You have to realize complications are everywhere in life, but you got to realize what levels you back out so that you can truly deal with these complications in a calm and stress free manner and ability.  Finding your “emotional hero” will make living life much more enjoyable, I promise you.  Make it your duty to find you “emotional hero”.  

Sharing is sometimes uncommon…

Fuck it’s hard not to fall in love with an “emotional hero,” I mean this person or thing is like a damn drug, like Prozac without the side effects, all organic, but you have to be okay with the dark sunshine and understanding the acceptance reciprocal behavior that may not exist, with your “emotional hero”.  Your hero maybe love with someone other than you, and that someone may not give a shit about your “emotional hero,” causing you sorrow and pain, but without that sorrow and pain, you may not have joy and happiness.  Sometimes even worse is when your “emotional hero” comprehends this beautiful ability but just rather not acknowledges it, or just does not really care.  You have to remember what’s best for your emotional state in the end.

My mind is now getting cloud from the dark sunshine that is starting to raise from the brightly lit moon lit sky, I must rest my mind from putting words to paper, search and never give up until your find what it is that makes you sane.

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Intimately Conceiving the Child Of Change

By mike Ahuja

I seem to have notice, recently during these golden California sunrises, which seemingly produce tingling rays of a changing day.  These days with so many people recently have been filled with the desire of adapting to a new something, in witnessing the birth of living in the new, and intimately conceiving the child of change only to stop to a halt and focus on wanting to get lost in the fields of our pasts for just one more time.

The fields of our pasts are not all the same, and not always do we accept those fields with the honor that we should, as I haven’t even come to terms with the truth of what fields I have rolled around in like a tumble weed playing chase with its own thorns in farm full of crowded winds, but regardless if you accept or not, your past, we always seem to want just one more time in that field.  Our shadows will always linger over our shoulders, but for most this causes a painful sickness of affection, that we feed with addiction and vices.

But we want to play in that field one more time, for some that field is living in the realm of superficiality, flying around with broken wings like a moth flying into the brightly lit bulb with a burning sensation, sort of like people all around the world floating and flying their eyeballs into the light of the television only to follow the light of the microwave oven cooking their Celeste pizza dinner.  We all have our addictions whether it be boozing, drugs, sex, shopping, eating, exercising, reading, writing, studying, working, painting, music, computers, myspace, facebook, masturbation, porn, procrastination, perfection, argumentation, and everything else in the world when you do something to excess. 

I really don’t know if we have to change, if we have to leave these fields, or if we even have to attempt to intimately conceive the child of change that we are programmed by the mainstream media in believing that we need; a new brightly lit field full of butterflies and rose bushes surrounded with the nice and gentle bees that don’t sting you or my girl.  I can’t enlighten you and I do not wish to try too, you may be obsessed with desiring to feel something else, but I wish not.  Your vices, you wish they are routes to escapism but they will not really bring you to some higher state of being that you might be seeking.  It doesn’t matter how much you meditate or how much you educate yourself, you will not be more than human, your vice is just your field so enjoy that field for what it is. 

My field is when I close my eyes, than my visions of your beautiful smile and piercing eyes seem to make all my worries vanish away into a silent atmosphere.  By closing my eyes from everything I wish to run away from, my visions of you start opening up much more and your voices start running toward me in these fields of intimately conceiving the child of change.

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