Can The Majority Afford It?
Raise the gas prices
up to the sky,
Bury the electric
Car that you let die,
Die in Michigan
while selling it’s life,
to a big oil co. deep
in the night.
Now why have
the people pay?
For sending an eco-
friendly to the grave?
Now watch “Who
Killed the Electric Car”
It will tell you every-
thing thus far.
Maybe there is hope,
but it will cost so much
Doe.
Why it’s expensive
beyond belief,
It’s the new
Nissan Leaf.
33 thousand is not
my cup of tea,
will the majority
afford it or let it
Sink in the Sea?
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2011
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Can The Majority Afford It?
Raise the gas prices
up to the sky,
Bury the electric
Car that you let die,
Die in Michigan
while selling it’s life,
to a big oil co. deep
in the night.
Now why have
the people pay?
For sending an eco-
friendly to the grave?
Now watch “Who
Killed the Electric Car”
It will tell you every-
thing thus far.
Maybe there is hope,
but it will cost so much
Doe.
Why it’s expensive
beyond belief,
It’s the new
Nissan Leaf.
33 thousand is not
my cup of tea,
will the majority
afford it or let it
Sink in the Sea?
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Guilty Ones
People who are guilty do this game,
they go around and slander your name.
Like Skunky, Cockroach and the other nuts,
they have no life, no balls and no guts.
Deep down there delusional and sick,
they don’t know that they are
so they make people think,
that it’s you who is crazy
when they are such a waste of time,
Go mind your own business
and stay out of my life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.17,2011
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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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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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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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We Live In An Insane Asylum
We are nuts to some degree
we live in an insane asylum,
You and me,
Most souls don’t want to come here
for we live in a world based on fear,
We have to stay focused and be clear,
of the reality we want to achieve,
Sending pictures of what we want to see.
Knowing we can have it if we believe.
For you create your own nightmare
or a happy dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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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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Born Again
Born again when you die-
free from your body that's no lie.
You actually leave your body
when you sleep,
you're consciousness leaves when you dream.
You enter another realm,
a place in another helm.
So if you pay attention to your night flights,
you can transform your life.
There are symbols, there are clues
that help figure out a thing or two.
So when you dream—your life is on
the other side—
the other side that we go when
we die.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 7,2012
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Sitting In Church One Day
Sitting in church one day,
Churchgoer said something that
Blew me away.
He told a story about a neighbor
Crossing his boundary line.
“This is my yard,
don’t be such a retard.
For I have a gun,
I will be protected in
Heaven from everyone.”
Now, I thought to myself,
This guy needs help.
I don’t care what the
Churchgoers say,
I thought Jesus
said Pray,
Pray for one another,
not the other way.
Using guns to settIe the score,
escalating it into a war.
Can’t we think of other ways?
Guess people justify
their beliefs
backing it into
compartments so neat.
What’s the use,
you can’t defeat,
what people see.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 18,2011
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The Mind Of A Crazy Person
“Your asking me to be in the mind
of a crazy person”,
my friend did reply,
I can tell you this,
and here is why.
They are definetly
a waste of time.
Also, I don’t think I want to know,
these people live with made up foes,
Foes in their mind that they
Rant and rave to,
they have no clue.
They are crazy,
but they make you think,
they don’t need a shrink.
Giving you a pretty image
of all their made up lies,
giving their story more life.
So your answer to your
question is plain to see,
stay away from Crazy people,
and the world will be more happy.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 21,2011
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Stranger In This Town
Stranger in this Town
I have the guitar pic for “Stranger in this Town”,
by Richie Sambora who is a cowboy not a clown.
I got it from Rich who hung around
Richie in a New Jersey town.
Anyways, buy Richie’s Cd, on amzon,
Buy or CD baby play it all night long,
and also do remember this song—
'Runaway' which is my favorite,
that is what made Bon Jovi famous.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 30,2011
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I Would Rather Be An Animal
Someday I would rather be a cow,
because I could live in the now.
I would rather be an ostrich
and bury my head in the sand,
then figure out a crazy homosapien.
Yes, a bird would be a better fit for me,
flying carefree through the trees.
Maybe a cat on the prawl,
they help the planet more then you know.
Even a dolphin who brings lots of love and cheer,
they have a lot of stored knowledge,
that’s why they are here.
I’ld rather be an animal with no problems at all,
but I guess I’m a conscious human
to remember Who You Are.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 12,2011
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How Do We See Ghosts?
I finally did realize
that we see ghosts with our third eye.
That is how we see this other dimension
it is where are thoughts come from without a question.
People see auras which is the light of our souls
most people who have developed their 3rd really do know.
We all can develop our psychic abilities if we concentrate
there is a science now behind it and it is great.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 9,2012
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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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Vengeful Psychic
There once was a psychic who loved to chat,
She made up lies to Christina, saying this or that.
See, psychic needed more money and she wanted revenge,
So she started telling lies to all of Christina's friends.
Then of course she told Christina the biggest lie of all,
She told Christina to date Skunky and suck on his balls.
Skunky was of course the worst creep Christina had ever met,
He was a liar, a cheat and even did theft.
But in the end, Skunky became the psychic’s friend…
Stalking her on the internet.
Then of course psychic didn’t know,
She emailed Skunky photos of her 'island with no snow'.
But as soon as Skunky telephoned psychic a thousand times X 2,
She quickly ended it with Skunky and said they were through.
Now, Skunky had no redeeming qualities as of yet,
But his stalking the psychic made Christina very upset,
And it made Christina think “who is the one I’m worse off to have met?
Well, they are both really scummy just the same,
Playing on Christina’s good heart like a volleyball game.
But Christina won out over both of them,
Making rhyming peeve poems is the best revenge.
Written on Jan.20,2011 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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Going Places
When the day comes when you face the sun
you will know what you came here to know.
Now your life can be very different next time
go to another solar system where they don't drink wine.
Maybe they have green slanted eyes
the kind like in the movies that scares at night.
But who really cares when there is so much to see,
wouldn't it be great if we could go there by counting to 3.
Highly evolved beings do it all the time
they transport themselves on the dime.
Only a few on our planet can do this
they are Star Children—which people miss.
They know of the matrix and see the web
we are not as developed I confess.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 7,2012
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Highly Evolved Society
In a highly evolved society,
all work for the common good,
everyone shares it’s understood.
No crooked deals or lies of deceit,
every thing is out in the open, it has to be.
For in this Dimension all things are Known,
you can’t hurt another human and then go straight home.
Written by Christina Sunrise on December 1,2011
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Louise Fletcher All Smiles
Year was 2005
I had fun, Jim was still alive.
We went to the Gulfstream Hotel,
I shot photos of celebrities-
I remember it well.
I shot the nurse from
The “One Who Flew Over the Coockoo’s Nest”,
Louise Fletcher was very happy,
she was at her best.
Later that night
we went to her new movie
preview showing,
I photographed Louise again,
she was glowing.
Now I still have photos
of her with fellow cast members,
they are shot in time so everyone
can remember.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 31,2011
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