LNNS Brown unicorn

It’s coming into fruition.

I wrote a post about my ideal for my next book about four months ago.

It has happened little by little. Inch by inch.

My life keeps etching me forward as I grow into a better writer and being.

The poems in my new book cover the ups and downs. The highs and lows. The growth not just the struggle.

I invite all of you to help me celebrate my new book cover.

It’s been extremely exciting to pick a actual photograph and work with someone else on my vision.

I used a photo from photographer Boudewijn Huydmans on unsplash. I also collaborated with Germancreative on Fiverr.com for the design.

I believe that it came out wonderfully creative and fun.

I hope you enjoy it too.

Brown Unicorn

Late Nite Note Series volume 2

Will be available soon.

Have a great Wednesday everyone

Xoxo Kandee

It’s a Sin to mess with my Zen

Today has been a long day. Off to work by 7:45 to get there at 8.

Stay til 6.

I’m grateful for the hours. Sometimes sitting with my thoughts too long gives me a heep of information but not enough fulfillment in the lonely moments.

It’s nice to share your thoughts with someone.

I stay inside most of my days away from the race of life. Which is why I appreciate it when I get out.

I find it hard for me to interact with people from time to time.

My peace is very important to me.

It’s taken years to achieve Zen.

I’m being more open to the mindset of being adventurous and seeing the world. Yet I’m cautious of the dark minds that I may encounter along the way.

My motto is that the more positive I am the better.

It’s a Sin to mess with my Zen, and it’s a blessing if you can help me stay in it.

Hope your night is filled with love.

Xoxo Kandee

Namaste is the way

PS. T-shirts will be available soon 😼

Smoken Sex

Lost text.

Forgotten thoughts.

A telepathic mess.

Screenwriting you my hearts desire starting between my legs.

Fantasy currents mixing up my emotions and confusing my inner voice.

Watching love displayed as sex on the TV.

Drawing in my last puff of thoughts of you as I do.

Sensuality at it’s height of my affection my head in the direction of reaching the point of mind blowing mental tantra water flows.

Sweat soaked sheets and a window seat view of not knowing what’s next.

I rest my thoughts on the chest of where I want to be.

C L Cunningham

📷artist Kelsey Smith

Art Army

We meet again December

Last December I was in waiting.

Waiting for love to arrive. Waiting for the next big thing in my life.

Waiting for people to notice me and invite me in.

This December is different.

I’m reaching out. I’m moving forward and I’m becoming more and more focused.

I want to manifest a beautiful life that I can enjoy as I be of service.

I’m opening up to receive the beauty that here everyday.

I’m grateful for the journey.

Happy Monday everyone

May it be the beginning of the rest of your life.

Xoxo Kandee

📷instagram @harminojogastudios

Bus stop California

Coming from 3 hour bus rides and a good thigh boosting hills I find myself looking up.

I spend a lot of time wondering how things come to be and I realized that it’s my focus.

So I try to focus on something good.

Happy Sunday everyone …

Xoxo Kandee

Namaste is the way to zen

Twin flame

Whispering hollows of satisfaction and lust as it turns into love.

Trust pushed to the boundaries of one’s soul the anticipation grows deeper.

The depths of our energy exchange ignites a fire of pure passion and seduction.

We become one body one mind one entity flowing through this universe together.

C L Cunningham

It’s Friday my beautiful souls and we need to approach this day as we do them all. With love and compassion. I hope your turn day turns out beautiful.

Xoxo Kandee

📸Instagram @manicodamore

This time of day

“When neither is attended,and I think the nightingale if she should sing by day when every goose is cackling-Amelia Bassano aka William Shakespeare… (The merchant of Venice-Act V, Sc.1

I stumbled upon a cup of tea in the mournings light and found her name in the stars amongst the God’s of then when love was written with a pen covered by blood ink -C L Cunningham/ Amelia Bassano

Art Army

Coming home 

Little Simz vibe with my mind at ease.

It’s easy to please with my fingertips vibrating on the main screen of your mind.

But can you find time to understand my ever flowing stream of desire for you?

Come with me through this facade that we’re playing.

Another day to stay away from the truth.

Shadow of what we used to be yet still beginning to find our way home.

  
📸Pinterest 

XoXo

Kandee

Summer of 2018

The Summer of 2018
By C L Cunningham 

  

Methodically the summer breeze sets my mindset at ease as I lay in this chair. Legs up and messy pineapple puff I type away with thoughts of you. 

I don’t know what you’re doing right now or even if you’re alone. Yet all I want to do is be next to you.

Light touches and a warm embrace. If life is a race into those arms I’m in first place as I reach for your love to pull me towards you. 

My dinner date for two as hours turn into weeks and weeks into months as I wait for the universe to bring you to me or me to you. 

Some would call me foolish for hoping but hoping is better than dreaming so why shouldn’t I love you at my best?

I’ve seen you search for me even when you didn’t know what you were searching for and still our hearts found one another.

We are beyond magic.

We are infinite and that’s all we’ll ever need.
💋 

📸Instagram @sevelletheartist

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑