Hazy beam of blue

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

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Flowers are a bloom

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

Xoxo Kandee

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Brown unicorn volume 2

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.

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Happy Monday everyone

Xoxo Kandee

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

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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

The balance between the universe and the light

Balance the difference. I like to think of it as energy. The difference between having your head in the clouds and your life down below.

The importance is not what you know. But by how you figured it out.

Once you know what life is about you’d choose differently and find the joy of simplicity.

C L Cunningham

I thought my home was with you if only I had known what you were going through.

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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

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This life…

Is a life without authority sane? Or insane?

-C L Cunningham

Xoxo Kandee

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Listen for the applause 

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.

  
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