Listen for the Applause By C L Cunningham
The eyes are the windows into the soul but what if I don’t have one anymore?
I believe I gave it away the day that my demons came to hunt to me.
The day I screamed for you but nobody was there.
The day I cried for love and received regret.
No humor is found when all that’s left is a mouth that’s bond and a heart left a wreck.
Check for my pulse if you dare to care to see if I’m alright.
I’m alive in the flesh but dead in the spirit so I seem to be floating on air.
Praise be to the most high elevations of the collective mind power.
For twisting the words of the book to make pretty pictures in the sky.
Pretty words for pretty girls with good girl demeanors and vixen thoughts.
Blessed be us that are sacrifices for the imaginations of the sadist storytellers of our time.
Why wine when you are fine. Nothing on you is touched beyond the reach of rainbows and sunshine, so smile.
You’re on the biggest stage of your existence and you know you belong where the audience is bigger and the gifts are supposed to be the rewards.
Peace be with you on the journey for strength and conformation.
Picture courtesy of Paregorics/Tumblr
Peeking through the skylight is the sunshine of another magnificent Sunday.
Ah yes. I’m awake. My mind is still intact and the energy between us has become therapeutic.
Friendship has brought us back to a familiar spot. Getting along. Hanging out. Keeping in touch. Watching from both near and far. Wondering how to handle inner conflict with self control and respect. Not pointing the finger at one another. Ready to move toward a goal completely free of past judgment.
Being spiritual and having understanding of right and wrong I feel compelled to speak and act as I’m holy. To be a good example for others. I know the truth according to how I’ve seen it. Learned it and my belief system has geared me up to proclaim that knowledge.
What now? I’m sure that there’s a little more to the puzzle than that. How many times have I heard of a big name pastor putting out massive amounts of spiritual information. Only to be crucified in the media for being human. Making a mistake has become a fatal flaw in the religious sectors.
Truth be told. Making a mistake has become a flaw in the views of society.
Is there a God?
Father is that you?
I believe that it is a divine energy force bigger than myself. I have felt the healing spirit. I have harnessed my soul’s nature and held it out for the world to see. But still I am me.
My wants haven’t been forgotten. My need to go after something so unconventional it has angered others. Brought me judgment in a neat papier-mâché flower bouquet.
Right or wrong I will follow through this journey. It’s humbling to tell yourself that the consequences of your decision could bring you pain. Then force yourself to sit in those decisions and examine your thoughts.
What I’ve done in the past few years hasn’t brought me happiness.
Father of secret lifelines and parallel spaces… may I be myself? Completely agree to make a mess of my current life and become the new being that I’ve seen in my visions. Take on a new form and let go of views of this world.
I may have heaven etched into my destiny but for right now I want love to be grounded into my soul.
Choosing to be grounded in love 🌻🌞
The lowest of the lows. Under.
The majesty of being lower.
The room for better than.
The best self you can be or aspire to be.
Growing up in a place where concrete became my friend. Grass was plentiful in other people’s lawn. But I didn’t long for their lawn. I learned to love mine.
I had a lawn with grass and it had it’s issues as well.
I started to love that concrete the day I realized the beauty it brought in the rain. The water beaded up on top of it as it remanded hard. Even though the water was soft and refreshing.
I find something poetic about embracing differences. The harmonies of love and like. The gentle breeze on an extremely hot day.
The way the wind blows cold and all you need is heat in that moment.
The lowest of the lows become balanced with the highest of the highs if your searching for peace.
Have a amazing Wednesday and an awing tomorrow.
C. L Cunningham
Today has been filled with twist and turns. Currently on a road called the grapevine.
Lots of curves on this road and in this day. Sometimes that’s the way it goes.
Encountered some pit stops. An occasional rest stop or gas station to refuel our stomachs as well as empty our bladders.
Enjoying kindness of the faces we don’t know. Appreciating the view. Game day was today. Huskers got a win 🌽. Excited for the state. Every now and then it’s nice to have something to cheer about.
Cruising down the highway and winding up the night. Almost a new day and the sun will shine in the morning.
C. L Cunningham
On life’s highway 🛣
In the fight to remain grounded in my being a part of mankind. I often wonder… why?
Why is the need to repeat past mistakes so relevant in our day to day timeline.
We’ve seen the works of past civilizations. We read of the rise and fall. And yet our current mistakes look a lot like the historic ones.
I learned the word finitude today. The state of having limits and bounds. Maybe that’s the missing link. We haven’t reached our limit of being negative and watching negativity happen to other’s.
We’ve become so accustomed to pain that it mixes in with our happiness and become a pot of misery stew.
For those who preach love as the best example. I ask that you continue on. Human kindness is such a beautiful thing. Even when others don’t understand or believe in your vision. As long as you believe in it and speak from your golden spirit and diamond shaped heart. It can only be a blessing to others. As it has been a blessing to me when I am on the receiving end of it.
We all reach some form of finitude. It maybe as a tear or a scream. Maybe a whisper or somewhere in between and nothing is wrong with having limits.
I seen a quote that said it’s okay to get tired but rest and don’t quit. I’m going to go a little further and say that you can quit. But if you happen to find your way back to the love you started with then it’s also okay to begin again.
C. L Cunningham
Starting and restarting until I show the love that I want to see.
Just trying to move on
From the heartache and the cries
Alone with the truth of where love and life collide.
C. L Cunningham
Walked into a quaint little store with a variety of do hickeys. And some cute antiques. As I survey the store I see a celebrity and their friend. I walk by without a word. Because I’m sure that they’re in the normal everyday way. And probably doesn’t want to be bothered.
I noticed a guy very excited about an old expensive bag. I go to help him see if it’s a legitimate find.
I looked over at the TV and see something on the screen that’s very perverted. I’m puzzled by why that would be on the tube at a store. Suddenly I wake up.
I instantly find that it’s all but a rem dream. And I began to wonder why the images were placed before me.
Dreams are troubling for me. I’ve always had very strange and sometimes perverse nightmares. As a child my understanding wasn’t mature enough to handle them and I spent a lot of time feeling guilty of a dirty mind.
The battle field of the mind is a mean place when you’re just looking for comfort and the peace of rest or sleep.
Protection of one’s own dreams is sometimes needed. To ask for protection through prayer or mediation and love is so critical in these days that we live in.
To be attacked in your subconscious mind is just frustrating and saddening but I know that I an not alone. There are many of us battling nightmares and I’m just thankful that I am learning how to enlighten myself and begin to feel at peace every morning.
C. L Cunningham
Glad for the wake up call and moving on to a goal of a peaceful day.