I hear you talking Lord.
Telling the thoughts in my head which way to go.
Listening to the sounds of telepathic telephone services reaching behind
enemy lines to capitalize on the unknown.
Blue beam project has already begun to cern and we are just finding out.
Twisted lies behind twisted minds. Word of mouth has traveled as far as it can go.
Still we wait for life to show us more of what’s next.
The dawn of time has awaken the truth of whatever we can believe.
While still holding back the reality of what is truly happening.
Tired are the sleepy, wired with imaginary lines.
Unnoticed are the awakening to how to manifest our departure from dreams.
Lucid and blessed are the decisions that thrive the world.
Though we have no idea how many there are.
We shape this world with our bare hands and we are still falling behind intellect
higher than the highest hateful thought.
We rise through our need to free our minds and use our spirits of survival.
C L Cunningham
Scattered seeds of my mind.
My heart reaches out of the foggy mist of precipitation to reach for love once again.
Mended fences. Deep conversations about political parties and how far the ocean reaches.
The miles between us and our day to day hoopla.
All just planting seeds of the beautiful things that will bloom of our love affair.
Leaving us to envision flowers blooming and grace leading us peacefully to each other.
C L Cunningham
Happy Wednesday everyone
I’m proud to say that I’m on book six. It’s been an uphill battle with lots of failure and hopes.
I’m grateful for the road to being a writer,poet,and author.
I would love to share a few of the poems from the book with all of you.
Live via Instagram from Arizona on April 12,2019
Come hang out with me online and chat about the book.
Happy Monday everyone