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Are you entertained?

It’s a lazy Sunday.  I washed clothes, checked social media, and watched some Netflix. 

My daughter has been begging me to watch black mirror. So I finally gave in and all I have to say is bravo. 

It’s an eye opening show for certain. 

There’s things in this world that are going on right in front of the naked eye.

We are seeing with our eyes and not seeing with our minds. We are not putting two and two together. 

It’s like walking into a glass door that was right in front of you but you didn’t notice it. 

As information is put out for us we are disbelieving and even cocky with laughter. 

When will we be ready to grow in our lives and hearts to understand that everyone is able to be their best self. 

Don’t let the things you seen weigh you down. 

Let’s pick up the positive energy. Show strength in coming together with your communities. With each other everyday.

We are absolutely ready for positive change. But we must first be the positive change. 

C. L Cunningham 

Sending you all love and light 💖

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Unquestioning 

“To be or not to be that is the question.” Prince Hamlet 
William Shakespeare did not write Hamlet. 

When I found out that piece of information I was puzzled. And a bit upset.  How could something that I was told in school be untrue?

I’m still a fan of the Shakespearean works. I just now know that someone else wrote them.

When one is taught the art of conformity they are considered loyal. By following along and being a good steward it brings an essential part of the job into fruition. 

Order.

To question or to disbelieve is to be diverse. But to think outside of the box is necessary is most areas of this, thing we call life.

Look inside of yourself. Do you like what you see? Look outside yourself. Do you like what you see?

Unquestioning conformity is dangerous. 

Be you.

The parts of you that you have tucked away so far from the world to see that you can no longer find it.

The world needs more of us. 

All of us are in this together. 

We all have a job to do.

Spread love. Spread self awareness. Spread hope. But not to  the point that you spread yourself thin.

No my friend. Be real. Be extraordinary in loving yourself enough to love others. 

Positivity is a tool. Use it. Love is a gift. Use it.

C. L Cunningham 

Spreading the L word 🌻

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Kings 

A kingdom is only as good as it’s king.

The universe is lead by our energies according to current philosophy. 

It’s built on work.  It’s shaped by ethic. It’s transformed by love. 

All over the world the earthly kingdoms are being lead. But who are the leaders?

Are they the ones that are seen and heard? Are they you and me? Are they infinite damnation? Is it spiritual?

Our hierarchy of government is over embellished by bells and whistles. Is this kingdom secure?

Do you feel safe?

Let your light shine. 

Let your love empower.

Let’s pick up the pieces and embrace this life.

C. L Cunningham 

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Take care

Nobody is taking care of me, but me.

The divine situations that are set up to send SOS in the time of need are just that a divine division. 

Division of struggle when times get tough. And a relief from stress when the road gets rough.

Golden rays of crystal life.

Easily shattered and pulled apart.

Then magically put back together by the will to be unique. 

When I lay my head on this lonely pillow on this hard ass floor. I do it alone. 

Thoughts of favor help me past the breaking point. 

Thoughts of love give me the image to focus on. 

True to self is my self-defense. True to spirit invites on looks of disbelief. True to life is the cover story I read each and every day.

Take care of me. Take care of this life.

There’s one human life to live.

So I live in it.

C.L Cunningham 

Just living life and spreading love 💘

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Wondering 

Up earlier than I intended to (a spider crawled on me once again). I decided to check some sites. Read some blogs and ponder my days ahead as well as days passed.

I was thrown into a spiritual awakening these past couple of months. I got close to the more mystical side of being INFJ and I filed for a divorce. 

I literally spent the last few months in mental hades.

I thought this guy was more than Mr. Right. I thought that love conquers all and my fairy tale had begun. 

Well the fairy tale is on hold and reality is sketchy at best even on the days I don’t leave this room.

The world isn’t what it seems. I’m a Bruce Wayne in a weird matrix. I’m stuck between who I am and who I should be. The problem is what I want to be and what comes with it doesn’t see eye to eye. 

I struggle with inner conflict. I’m oddly unfocused on anything that I can’t find immediate results in.

I help where greedy hands are reaching into other’s pots. Then chastising me for asking questions. But hell I don’t know anything about that kind of game. Probably because I’m not that kind of person. 

They weren’t ready. 

For someone who’s ideal of happiness to be so simple. 

The world still needs heroes. I’m low on the totem pole of such super humans. 

This life is a gift.

I have a need for direction on how to use mine. However I still tread on into the wilderness of what’s next.

This blog. These words. This episode of my life. Are nothing but sheer mishaps. Accidental. Mistakes that turned into something. 

I haven’t found greatness. I’m not sure if I’m even looking for it. 

I woke up today. Period. 

That in itself was enough. But the pull to do more. Say more. And be more eats at me everyday. Like a nagging mother.

I run from it and it chases me and I dodge it once again. 

My happy go lucky demeanor is appealing to most. Some even fancy my wit and almost brutal tongue lashings. I call it honesty. 

The answers to my thoughts seem far away. 

But time seems to be empting out of my sand. The sands of time is mocking me. And I feel like Alice chasing the rabbit. 

This dimension. This world of art and creativity comes with a price. To enter the gates of gold there is a fee.

I sit outside it wondering if I’m willing to pay.

C.L Cunningham 

Wondering 

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Fraction in time (short story) pt 2

Natasha is staring at one of the most fabulous men she has ever seen in her life.

Always having a one track mind she had to focus on the task at hand. Finding out who this man was and why was he calling her Sally? 

After walking for a while she decided to take a jab at the question of night. Who was he? 

There she was walking hand and hand with Mr. White chocolate of the universe and she didn’t even know his name. Let alone where he was taking her. She cleared her throat “So, babe. Where are we going on this fine evening?” Mr. White chocolate smiled a wonderful full pearly teeth smile “Well my Nubian princess I’m taking us to an exclusive night spot my business associate told me about in strict confidence.” After giving her another sexy smile he pointed down the road to big Parisian building. 

Satisfied with the answer she decided to take the journey. What could happen right?

After another ten minutes they had arrived at their destination.  The place had beautiful stone pillars and marble white floors.  The atmosphere was above any fine dining restaurant she had ever seen in real life. But this wasn’t her real life. 

This was Sally’s life. 

The maitre d’ looked at his clipboard and gave herself and Mr. Jonathan Frantz a motion to come take their seating. Natasha whispered his name twice in her mind. “Jonathan Frantz, Jonathan Frantz”. 

She took a her seat graciously and allowed Jonathan to do the ordering for them both. Hell, the menu was in French and the only thing she knew how to say in French was “wee wee”. And that didn’t even mean yes yes so she was basically shit out of luck on communicating her dinner preferences.

After a light pause her pretend man of the hour took both her hands into his and asked her ” do you love me?” Completely caught off guard and immediately petrified she replied with the only answer that seemed appropriate. “Yes, yes Jonathan I do, but why are you being so serious? Is there something in the wine that’s making you loopy?”. He chuckled at her response and stood up with his glass in hand tapping the sides. 

“Can I get everyone’s attention please?” He continued “I  love this woman with every bone in my body. With every beat of my heart and every fiber of my being. And Sally if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife I will spend every waking moment of our days never letting you forget what a beautiful woman you are. And how happy you have made me.” He got down on one knee then the maitre d’ hands him a box and out comes the most fabulous stone she has ever seen. It was gorgeous. 

Natasha stood up with tears in her eyes and answers ” Oh Jonathan! The honor is all mine”. Instantly he picks her up and gives her a kiss that sent shivers down her spine. She was waiting for the kiss but she didn’t know it was going to make her panties moist. Placing her back down on the ground he puts the ring on her finger.

Just as the crowd is applauding and cheering reality sets in. This is not her life. This is not her man and she is not Sally…

Part 3 coming soon

C. L Cunningham