Anderson’s Home
Teenage runaways, problem child,
pregnant girls try to smile.
telling their story
to a counselor all the while.
About how they became so bad,
I was just disappointed and very sad.
Yes, I was the scapegoat
where everything is my fault.
I was a part of the juvenile delinquent cult.
Luckily I was taught,
to wait for the man of your dreams,
don’t get pregnant like my friends in their teens.
All my friends sent away that summer,
just like me, it was such a bummer.
Ate so much I got fat,
went swimming once, that was that.
This all happened at Anderson’s home,
teenagers sent there because they where wronged.
Wronged by parents because they are blamed
for things totally insane.
Hopefully homes like this will be a thing of the past,
child abuse will end, it will not last.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 5,2011
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Anderson's Home
Teenage runaways, problem child,
pregnant girls try to smile.
telling their story
to a counselor all the while.
About how they became so bad,
I was just disappointed and very sad.
Yes, I was the scapegoat
where everything is my fault.
I was a part of the juvenile delinquent cult.
Luckily I was taught,
to wait for the man of your dreams,
don't get pregnant like my friends in their teens.
All my friends sent away that summer,
just like me, it was such a bummer.
Ate so much I got fat,
went swimming once, that was that.
This all happened at Anderson's home,
teenagers sent there because they where wronged.
Wronged by parents because they are blamed
for things totally insane.
Hopefully homes like this will be a thing of the past,
child abuse will end, it will not last.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 5,2011
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Grandma Kay’s 95th Birthday
Grandma Kay just turned ninety five,
on her birthday in 2009.
In her nursing home her family was there,
Watching her blew out birthday candle without a care.
She was the star of her birthday show,
She blew out a candle that sparkled and glowed.
Friends and family sang along,
to her personalized birthday song.
Her son Russ played the guitar,
this was her best birthday by far.
She unwrapped presents from family and friends,
she was very happy like a child again.
Photo memories are snapped in time,
To remember Kay’s 95th Birthday that shined.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
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Teenage Runaway
TEENAGE RUNAWAY
I get a call on my home phone,
It is Mary asking me to come along.
She says to meet her
at the bowling alley,
She’s pregnant and really needs me.
I hop on a bus with bag for one,
not realizing my adventure had just begun.
We stayed in an abandoned
building that very night,
We went through the
broken window with all our might.
Now the very next day,
We go shoplifting
at grocery store and Tarjay.
That’s French for Target if you didn’t know
now I digress, let’s move once more.
Time goes on and things come to an end,
I have to go home and leave my best friend.
It was worth it all the while,
Helping a friend who would
one day have a child.
She had her baby in the fall,
I came to the hospital when she did call.
Baby was so cute, as can be,
She was the first child of my friend Mary.
Helping Mary I never did regret,
As a true friend my loyalty was met.
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Framed With Lies
Frame me with your lying lies,
in the end you’ll have to hide.
Hide your face and all its fibs,
fibs are the only thing you can give.
Fibs built on arrogance and false pride,
built on rubbery walls that start to collide.
Collide into total oblivion,
that is where you will be in the end.
With no real friends except your lies,
lies that frame you on both sides.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 12,2011
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Land of Nod No More
A highly Evolved Society does not rape or kill,
A highly Evolved Society does not use drugs or pills
For everyone is heart healed,
No one needs a thrill to get close to God,
Everyone is out of the Land of Nod.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 10,2011
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No Clothes On Biker’s Back
When I was the age seventeen,
I was in a girl’s home
because my mom was really mean.
I got out for a little break,
went to girlfriend biker’s place,
and partied till very late.
We played strip poker
with a table of four,
everyone almost dropped
all their drawers.
Then I had to get back to my parent’s place,
biker drives me home naked
with no clothes on,
not a trace.
Luckily he stopped at all the stops,
we never did get pulled over by the cops.
This was right around 2 o’clock.
Next day went back to Anderson’s home,
I had to call my girlfriend’s phone,
to tell her clothes were all gone.
Yes, one of the girls ran away the night before,
girl went into my room,
stole them out of my drawer.
Runaway girl crosses the bridge to the Wisc. side,
hoping she can run from cops and hide.
Luckily my friend’s clothes did come back,
friend couldn’t wear them anyway for she was
pregnant and that was that.
Now if the runaway girl
had just wore the biker clothes the night before
I wouldn’t have to explain to my friend
why her clothes went out the door.
The moral of the story is;
While one is out getting naked,
someone is stealing your clothes that are forsaken.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.19,2011
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Observer
OBSERVER
I’ve been an observer all my life,
of middle class, wealthy and poverty’s strife.
I’ve been an observer of child abuse, love and loyalty,
Prejudice, betrayal and myths of society.
I’ve observed hypocrisy, mind games and planetary dream.
None of this has affected my soul,
duality has helped me learn and grow.
For God’s way will always be, just look at what’s not working in society.
It’s not man’s plan but God’ cosmology.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 6,2011
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Denying Innner Child
We live in a world of denial
where we try to keep back our smiles.
But nothing can hold back the pain
that is slowly driving us insane.
For if we can not admit how we feel
we would have to admit that it is real.
For it is easier to hold things in the inside
then admit we have a problem and
have to cry.
For our inner child is very sad
because we won't hold her tight
with both hands.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 20,2012
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While the Planet Whirled
The sun rose for you today.
The rain rained for you today.
The sun shined for you today.
The birds chirped for you today.
The frogs croaked for you today.
The dogs barked for you today.
The cats meowed for you today.
The wind blew for you today.
The sunset for you today.
The moon shined for you today.
While the planet whirled on for you today.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 17,2011
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Are You Like All the Rest?
Are You Like All the Rest?
Are you like all the rest?
Just want to use me for sex?
I’m just tired of it,
So just go beat on your chest.
I will not waste my time,
I have better things to do then hear you whine.
Don’t tell me you want to be my Valentine…
O.K I’ll try you out for fun,
Don’t think you’re the only one.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 6,2011
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Respect Your Dog
Respect Your Dog
Dogs have feelings like everyone else,
people treat them badly,
thinking they are beneath us.
Dogs help us spiritually, but people can’t see,
how they hurt man’s best friend dearly.
Now what species would leave its pack,
Live with another, be loyal and watch its back?
Dog is the sacrifice to save your life,
when wolf eats your dog,
you are only hurt
like an arm that’s been knifed.
Need I say more
to defend dogs galore?
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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Nurture the Elderly
All the elderly are all alone,
All alone in nursing homes.
Sleeping in beds with drugs
blurrying their heads.
Now this is our state of affairs right now,
before we had elderly helping out.
They lived to be healthy and take care of kids,
now we hide them away and make them forget.
Forget who they are,
for we labeled them thus far.
As drains on our society and economy,
not giving them respect or dignity.
Alzheimer's has a spiritual cause,
no family ties is the result of it all.
Now we need to give Elderly’s
a way to fit in,
to give them meaning to life
not make them a “has been”.
They could work at Daycares,
help with the children
because they have so much to share.
It’s a shame for one day we could be in their shoes,
we better change our ways, we have too much to lose.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 19,2011
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Getting Over Stage Fright
People say imagine people naked
to get over stage fright,
I say imagine people like little suns
shining bright.
All of them bright orange beaming light,
on to my act for they make me look right,
Right to the character on my right hand,
She is the one who doesn’t understand.
Understand humans for she makes fun of them,
she only has her bat, she has no friends.
So feel for me on the stage,
I’m next to an evil puppet who’s filled with rage.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 12,2011
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Stung By A Bee
Stung by a bee,
I did not scream,
Thumb hurt but I held it in.
I ran to my dad to tell I was stung,
He put ice on it, my thumb felt numb.
See, a couple minutes before in backyard,
I try to capture bee with no regard.
I was just copying what they did on Gilligan’s Island,
I thought I could do it and keep smiling.
Now you heard the saying,
Never try this thing at home,
I never saw it, and I brave things alone.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 28,2011
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Faraway Planet
We live on a faraway
Planet in the Milky Way,
why would we
kill each other every day?
We are known as
the insane asylum
of the universe,
It makes sense,
even if it hurts.
We will overcome
all of evil and negativity,
one day we will be set free.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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Why Not?
Why not use you,
like you used me.
I don’t think so,
I have more integrity.
See, it’s plain to see,
you took a mile and
times it times three.
Made it your way,
But I’m saying “NO WAY”
It’s time to get off this merry go round,
stop being your little clown.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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Sun Comes Shining Out
The sun comes shining out so bright,
blinding my eyes like a deer in the night.
All the clouds have moved away,
troubles in my mind no longer stay.
I can think without worry no more,
I have been lead to answers at my door.
I was once left hanging with the question why?
Now I know the answer, and have to sigh.
Better to understand the past,
not to make decisions
that make problems last.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 24,2011
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Gentleman
Gentleman
Where can you find a man,
a man that really understands.
Understands how to be a gentleman.
A man that goes out of his way,
to ask you if you had a good day.
who always has a nice thing to say.
Who admits when he’s wrong,
does not have an ego the size of his dong.
Where can you find a man,
a man that romances right at first hand.
Not just trying to land you in bed,
then play mind games with your head.
Where can you find a man,
a man who is a man’s man,
Not some immature boy,
testing you like a new toy.
A toy to play with his own way,
turn around and say “We are only meant for the hay”.
do they care if you’re O.K?
Luckily only last sentence has happened to me,
I finally figured out the situation was not good for me.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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Cops Not Needed
In a highly evolved society,
cops would not be a necessity.
People have a higher Consciousness,
whole society would be in Oneness.
We would all live in peace as One,
everyone would be like Christ the son.
Values would be taught like honesty,
responsibility and how to express what we feel,
We would all have are needs met and would not have to steal.
No teenage gangs for teenagers are listened to,
they have changed the society and made it a new.
We used creative thinking to think all issues through,
instead of using force, punishment which makes us feel blue.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 12,2011
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Gecko Meets Me
I told a gecko telepathically
“I wish I could once touch thee,
I looked at my hand and instantly
gecko was there,
really soft and light as air.
Gecko was very smooth and cool,
like water in a swimming pool.
Then gecko jumps off my hand
just like that as fast as he can,
Hopefully gecko is safe at home,
over by the flowers and gnomes.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 30,2011
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