Bugs Don’t Like Fire
Bugs don’t like fire,
or smoke,
they are so little
they choke.
Bugs do breath,
But you can’t see,
they also die from
Bug spray, so please,
just find another way,
not to pollute
and take away,
Their time here today.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Little Birdy In A Cage
Little birdie in a cage,
all grown now,
you’ve come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows
to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that’s very grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 20,2011
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Work With Nature
Once we begin to use our 3rd eye
we will see fairies, elementals
for the first time.
We will work with them to help our
gardens grow
We will bless our water
and be conscious what we sow.
We will not use pesticides to
pollute the land
We will understand bugs
and how they fit in God's
divine plan.
All of nature will communicate
with use of telepathy
we will all work in harmony.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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Little Birdy In A Cage
Little birdie in a cage,
all grown now,
you’ve come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows
to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that’s very grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 20,2011
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End Bug Spray Pollution
I have a solution to
All of the bug spray pollution.
Yes, the pesticides that slowly
Kill you and I.
It’s called diatomaceous earth,
try it yourself,
It’s more than it’s worth.
Go to www.earthworkshealth.com
Buy it today before it’s
all gone.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2011
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Gecko Wants To Be Human
A gecko who wanted to be naughty,
wanted to incarnate in a humans body.
Why be bored and eat bugs all day?
You can have fun with lots of rolls in the hay.
Yes, humans have a chance to speak,
speak real funny when their doing the thing.
Me gecko, have to be still, not move my tail,
Humans get to have fun, by screaming, even do yells.
Now I know about the cosmic wheel,
I will jump as a human next time and have a thrill.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 1,2011
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Why Can’t Love Be Blue?
Why can’t love be blue?
It’s already blue inside of you.
Sad for the chance you had,
disappearing like quicksand,
taken from my hand,
that I could of gave you,
like a feather so delicate
and light,
fading away like a star
in the night.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 22nd 2011
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Planet On Fire
We are under the wire,
the planet is on fire.
Not only is the Earth’s core,
but surface at the shore.
Little do people know,
that the fire can
get out of control,
that they can go,
Disappear from here.
fire burning
for almost 50 years.
It’s in Pennsyvania the state,
Did you know the past fate?
The fire started
around the year 1962,
that’s when it started,
I believe to be true.
It’s coal under the ground.
that is where it is to be found.
Now google it today
and you will see the fire
is here to stay.
Unless we use clay
The resistant barrier in
which they made
then turned
into a mistake.
The barrier was partly
Incomplete,
making the fire continue
with more heat.
Now pray for mother Earth,
and for her new rebirth.
Pray for her in a good way,
with thoughts to keep us safe.
Written on Christina Sunrise on March 18,2011
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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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Pagan Place
Jer Bear and Mikey Mouse,
smoked pot in Pagan house.
Pagan house had bugs inside,
and rats that crawled the sides,
now this is where I used to reside.
Spider woman lived below me
with clothes black and white,
and Top Dog in front house
blasting radio into the night.
It was the Pagan House with
Stories that were a disgrace,
it was a weird and crazy place.
My pup Shieka was stolen on
The sidewalk,
across from the table where
I used to talk…to Lu Lu who
told me a thing or two.
Luckily Sheikee my new pup
showed up,
Just that week,
she was shy and meek.
These were my best memories,
on Ocean Breeze.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.7,2011
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How Long Can We Ride This Crazy Bus?
Put your nuclear reactors
and power plants on Mars,
Mars was ruined from all
of the wars.
Wars we had way
in the past..
Look at Planet Earth
do we have a chance?
Think of the future
and not of the greed
Today,
Maybe we might live
and be able to say,
We did this for our children,
and for us,
How long can we ride this
Dangerous crazy bus?
Written on March 15,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Last Breath
We take for granted
while we are here,
the air that fills
the atmosphere.
The breath of life
that we can not see,
is with us from the very beginning.
Clean air and good breathing
Is what we need to
take in oxygen for our
bodies to succeed,
Enjoy it in this time,
while you are fine.
Once we take are
once last breath,
our physical existence
turns towards death.
Are really gone
at all?
No, we are on the
otherside having a ball.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 22,2011
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Bubble Of Grey
Living in a glass bubble of grey,
you can’t see clearly,
even in the day.
For everything is distorted
with a dark blue hue,
dingy grey, dingy blue.
Now if you strip away all
the grey,
shine it up to the
bright colors of May,
who knows what fun
you will have today?
So what do you say?
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 18,2011
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Moving To California
Moving to California
will be so much fun,
visiting all my cousins
who are Italian.
Like Lydia—she will be so happy,
acting stories with Melodie.
Then I will have a Birthday show
where she will be a princess
with all the friends she knows.
I will prosper when I’m out there,
I have to make it if I dare…
Written on March 9th 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Enjoy Your Life
Enjoy your life in this time,
while you are stilling doing fine.
Once we take our last breath,
our physical existence turns towards death.
Are really gone at all?
No, we are on the other side having a ball.
Life goes on and on and on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 21,2011
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Why Can’t Love Be Blue?
Why can’t love be blue?
It’s already blue inside of you.
Sad for the chance you had,
disappearing like quicksand,
taken from my hand,
that I could of gave you,
like a feather so delicate
and light,
fading away like a star
in the night.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 22,2011
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Web Of Lies
Caught in your web of lies,
and you can’t get out,
Your spider is doing time
In your prison of doubt.
Doubting now what is the truth,
You can’t keep it straight
and now it’s bugging you.
Yes, the lying bugs are going to start eating at your web,
Chewing on it and making it shred,
Shred to pieces for bugs are taking over thee,
They are in your mind and you can’t set them free.
Your mind is contaminated with your lying bug fleas,
Adding to your mind’s delusional state,
the state that you did make.
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I’m Maurice Chevalier’s Niece
I’M MAURICE CHEVALIER’S NIECE
I’m Maurice’s niece,
I am French like he.
I painted the Eiffel tower,
where he was born,
He is happy, too bad he’s gone.
I could have been
in a movie
with him,
He would sing
to Melodie
'Wonderful Things'.
Like “Thank Heaven For Little Girls”
Thank you Maurice, you’re the
Sweetest Frenchmen in the world.
Now, he is in a photo at piano
with Marilyn Monroe,
they were going to be in
a movie together I thought
you should know.
Now we have
his and Marilyn's
movies, photos and songs,
to play day or
all night long.
See you in Heaven
Maurice Chevalier,
I will sing for your birthday,
a song with Melodie Mezoree’.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Lost Poems
When I was a child about the age of 5,
I wrote a ton of poems late at night,
I gave them to my school teacher
who thought they were great,
but I never did see them again to this date.
My mom tells me I became despairingly mad,
then I became really sad,
which then made me cry and cry,
so to make up for lost time,
and also before I lose my mind,
I write Purple Poems that really do rhyme.
That my friend is what you will find,
when reading Purple Poems from Christina Sunrise.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
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Win Me Over
Ice is like a man’s ego,
fun and easy to crush,
now don't feel bad baby,
your not going to get your lunch.
Your heart is frozen just like ice,
so don’t tell me to be nice.
For I am not your Peggy Sue,
doing whatever you tell me to do.
No, I’m your “Christina Sunrise”,
whose your precious “star prize”.
You have to win me over and make me realize,
that your worth your wait in gold,
I just want you to know-
Winning my heart is a matter of time,
better get to know me so I can shine.
Written on 1/17/2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Clean Air
If we use gas to pollute the air
we could live in domes that
protect us from the atmosphere.
Ride your bike, walk or use an alternative source—
we have bring Earth's air back on course.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 26,2012
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