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.
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.
Is a life without authority sane? Or insane?
-C L Cunningham
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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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Sitting on my couch listening to the late night response to daybreak.
A bird chirping outside my door.
Giving life to the ghetto. Singing songs of praises for making it through another day.
Perched on the tree of life reminding me even though nothing stays the same.
That some things never change.
C. L Cunningham
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Wishing you a peaceful night and a sweet tomorrow.
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Psychedelic tunnels and supersonic dreams.
That time when everyone and everything got stuck between a voice.
Was it from the heavens above or the hell below?
It’s never really easy to know when the world is hazy.
And being crazy starts to be more fun than staying sane.
Trained up the mind hoping the heart would follow.
Turns out that the heart has a mind of its own.
Resounding scream of a parallel tale. Turned a heartfelt dream into a fairytale.
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What is touch? I mean really touching. I know it can be considered an action and I know it can be considered a feeling. I guess I’m just wanting it to be so much more.
An emotional response to the need of something. The need to feel or to be felt. Intellectually or physically. The need to go a step further.
Life is full of exceptions. It can be twisted and turned into whatever the mind’s eye desires at the time.
When I learned that today’s question was what touch am I grateful for. I had to pause and think. I’m grateful for touch being a multi dimensional concept.
From the touch of fingers to the touch of the heart. From the touch of emotions to a touch of irrational perception just before falling apart. From the tips of my hands to the lips on my face. The touch of a memory that I just can’t erase.
Today I’m going to let words become my favorite touch of passion.
Here’s a digital poem that I wrote. I hope it touches your soul.
C. L Cunningham
Here’s to the weekend 🌹
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