Consciousness Over Denial
Denial is learned when you are young
for it is a way to protect you from everyone.
Everyone that hurts you by their abuse
it is a way to make things better
for there's nothing you can do.
Now when you are older it doesn't work that way
for denial will lead you 'not into reality' but totally astray.
Some people are toxic, game players
who don't know that they are-
Better for you to see the signs
and end it before it goes too far.
You have no control over people, places or things
they are the ones who need help and have to change.
Of course You have to become healthy and whole—
Love yourself more so that you will know.
Know when you are doing something unconscious
in which you then start to rationalize-
Now you can stop yourself-
and do something conscious in which
you finally really do decide.
Decide you are the one in control of your life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 11,2012
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Gossip Ruins Relationships
People try to make themselves look good
saying lies about people which is misunderstood.
Misunderstood to all that hear
using gossip that will shred and tear.
Tear relationships down to the ground
before relationships have a chance to grow very sound.
We learned this at a very young age
by adults that wanted to control what we think and say.
This a spell they cast on our ears
we are unconsciously saying things now
without being sincere.
So be conscious of what you say
say about people close to you every day.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 26,2012
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Reality Shows Tells Us Gossip
In this planetary dream
we have gossip which can get extreme.
It puts us in a more living hell
for people on reality shows have to tell
tell something bad to bring up the ratings
do something drama filled to be degrading.
But this puts us all into more of a living hell
we don't know this but we learned it well.
We learned when we where young
when our lives had just begun.
We learned to gossip to make us feel better
by listening to adults go on about people to the letter
Gossip gets old really fast—
ruined relationships that never last.
Why not more funny shows—
the kind where there are actors that nobody knows.
There is of course these shows that make you think
not hearing about someone else's stink.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 8,2012
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A Player's Day
Thinking you can have your cake
with any woman that comes your way.
Well, I have one thing to say
your unconscious program makes you a slave.
For when a person in reality see's the player's façade
they can play you like the same peas in the pod.
So better become aware of why you do the things you do
For living unconscious will never fulfill you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 28,2012
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You In The Stew
In my “Stew” my “Stew of Goo” I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell, I will control this doll with named
Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE, because you see I took your Power
and I control the Dice!
Everything is “neat” in this “Game of Deceit”
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don’t you see? ? ?
Don’t tell me you want your Power in tack,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say “Why would I do that? ”
Because you had to find
yourself and get back on track…
See how would you ever know who you really are,
Why, you think you came into this world “Complete” like Sarah Star? ? ?
You needed my “Evil” ways to make you strong,
Sooo someday
You can thank ME when I am long gone…
Now, now you realize it wasn’t about ME,
why it was all about
YOU,
yes you finding You—
“YOU in the Stew”
Written 2006 & 2010 By Christina Sunrise
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Flow Of The Universe
I will go with the flow
the flow of life-
I will not demand with my ego
to avoid strife.
I know I read that on Earth we
don't control the weather—
but shamans have done rain dances to the letter.
I for one have done this ritual too—
now I've changed my beliefs I am through.
For there are spirits in the astral plane
that want something to do just the same.
So I will not let these spirits get stronger
for I wish for rain or sun shants no longer.
Let it be sunny or let it rain—
let the universe decide in this game.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 7,2012
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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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Better To Act Like We Never Met
Better to act like we never met,
time spent was filled with regret.
Better to have known not to play,
then waste my time with some people's games.
People walk around unconscious of their words and deeds,
better for you be the one who knows reality and supersedes,
and gets smart quick and cut them off from the beginning.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 29,2012
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He Tells You He's A Player
Five days before my birthday I was sad as can be
I almost walked out the door
but I left something in the bathroom-
that's when I did see -something that didn't belong to me.
It belonged to another girl-it was a black bra—
I thought to myself -he doesn't care at all.
Thank God I didn't tell him it was my birthday week
I'm glad I kept it to myself and turned the other cheek.
He was too busy showing off and playing his own games
well I don't have time for stupid games I have to say.
When someone tells you that
"He is a Player"
You better take heed-
face reality and let your conscious take the lead.
Tread more carefully or End it right there—
this person is showing you they are truly not sincere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 11,2012
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Why Not Now?
After your dead people say good things about you,
when you were alive they made you blue.
What about when you are alive?
why do we have to wait to
when there’s no more “your life”?
Now there is some good souls,
they are nice and say nice things and let you know.
Then of course there is the ones who are mad,
say mean things to make you feel sad.
If they only knew who you really are,
they would regret what they said thus far.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 12,2012
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Guilt Is Not A Natural Condition
We are told we won’t get punished
if we admit we lied,
How about we get rewarded
for being honest and I will explain why.
Why should we live in fear,
when alls we have to do is be sincere.
Why should we be shamed,
and worry if we will get blamed?
These conditions are not of our
natural human condition,
they were CONDITIONED on to us
so let’s change how we ride this CRAZY bus.
Let’s teach children it’s O.K. to express how
they feel, that their feelings are valid and real.
That they won't be shamed if they make a mistake,
they are just learning for heaven's sake.
Society and certain religions make us feel ashamed,
so they can control us at their game.
Well, let’s change this Planetary Dream,
stop judging, blaming, enforcing punishment
which is the extreme.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 7,2012
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That's What Woke Me Up
In disbelief?
I was too,
Before I accepted.
There was a time,
I placed truth on trial.
Everything vivid,
Became for me a denial.
My thoughts and observations,
Were clearer than my own footsteps.
But when I began to follow my mind,
To leave doubt and fear behind...
I knew I was fine!
Not that I declared anything wrong.
I was not right with it.
And that took a long time to see.
I didn't understand that immediately.
Until I saw 'me'.
And the pieces on the outside,
Completed a total fit.
I began to see things as they were.
And not what I thought they should be.
I had been against the naturalness of it.
With interpretations I 'heard' should be mine.
I saw that to be imperfect.
And I became disturbed by it.
And doing my best to sit and fix the imperfect in me.
And God does not make mistakes on purpose.
To fake them as something done unconscious.
People do!
To unloosen but not tighten screws.
And that's what 'woke' me up!
I began to tighten up my activities quick,
To overdose on reality.
Now I've got my dosages under control.
In disbelief?
I was too,
Before I accepted.
There was a time,
I placed truth on trial.
Everything vivid,
Became for me a denial.
Until I saw 'me'.
And the pieces on the outside,
Completed a total fit.
I began to see things as they were.
And not what I thought they should be.
Because they could never be how I saw them.
I saw them to be imperfect.
Not comprehending a thing as I followed.
To become involved in an assortment of heartbreaks.
And God does not make mistakes,
To fake them as something done unconscious.
People do!
And I no longer follow those who have eyes,
They allow to remain clouded.
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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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Work
Andy was a catholic
The ethic ran through his bones
He lived alone with his mother
Collecting gossip and toys
Every sunday when he went to church
Hed kneel in his pew and say
Its work
All that matters is work
He was a lot of things
What I remember most hed say
Ive got to bring home the bacon
Someones got to bring home the roast
Hed get to the factory early
If youd ask him hed tell you straight out
Its work
No matter what I did it never seemed enough
He said I was lazy, I said I was young
He said, how many songs did you write
Id written zero, Id lied and said, ten
You wont be young forever
You should have written fifteen
Its work
You ought to make things big
People like it that way
And the songs with the dirty words
Make sure your record them that way
Andy liked to stir up trouble
He was funny that way
He said, its just work
Andy sat down to talk one day
He said decide what you want
Do you want to expand your parameters
Or play museums like some dilettante
I fired him on the spot
He got red and called me a rat
It was the worst word that he could think of
And Ive never seen him like that
Its work
I thought he said its just work
Andy said a lot of things
I stored them all away in my head
Sometimes when I cant decide what I should do
I think what would andy have said
Hed probably say you think too much
Thats cause theres work that you dont want to do
Its work
The most important thing is work
Its work
The most important thing is work
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Born to Be Beautiful Defended
I know people went on their rant
about my poem 'Born to Be Fat'.
Well let me say and defend,
I write first hand my unknown friend.
Who gave you the right to decide
for a person whose tired of the fight.
The fight to look skinny and to fit in,
tired of going to the health center and the gym.
Tired of the media and the fake looking ads,
of some of the skinny models on Prozac.
Now, tell me, tell me,
have you ever been attacked?
Attacked for being fat?
Now 'fat' is the 'protection'
for a lot of souls,
who knowingly incarnate
with fat as their goal.
Now you tell me can you
control karma too?
are you God/Goddess who
thinks it through?
I don't think so,
because there's
more written in the skies,
Accept everyone's karma
and say 'no' to an 'eye for an eye'.
Written by Christina Sunrise
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Heart Of Gold
Born with a fresh slate
we have no choice what is put on our plate.
But now we have the freedom to choose,
if we want to end the abuse.
Abuse we do on ourselves each day-
in our heads we make our graves.
better to come from a 'Heart Of Gold'
Heal the wounds that have been sewn.
Put a dab of love on them with kind
words of a loving friend
so that we can be free in the end.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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I Will Not Lower Myself
I will not lower my vibration for you
even though you try to control me with your goo.
Your goo of lies that you spurt out
I will not lower my self to you without a doubt.
I will keep shining my light-
no matter if it is day or night.
I will not deter from who I really am-
even though you tell me your liitle scam.
For my revenge would be conscious on my part
your sickness is something you believe in your heart.
In the end I would not evolve
for the lying on your part was not resolved.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 29,2012
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Rain In Indiana
No rain in Indiana is what I heard
I thought 'Wow, it's raining everywhere else,
sounds absurd.'
Then my friend asked—
'Can you make it rain'
I replied—
'O.K. I will do it tomorrow, not today'
Then in morning around 6 eastern time
I did my Shaman thing which is totally from my mind.
Then I get a call around 3—
hey, it rained here today—
not in forcast 'was it you Suzy? '
I said, yes—
I would of never guessed—
maybe I do have magical power—but we all do—
we can control the elements if we believe it is true.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 27,2012
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Being everything else than me
it seems like family don't know who i am,
it's like they see that i changed,
they just don't like where i'm headed,
to me it feels normal,
almost like a little too normal,
a part of me feels like i'm heading down,
a simlar past that i don't like where it ended,
but totally different situation,
it feels like i'm not being truely who i am,
when i'm with a guy,
i put that mask on,
and i seem to be the girl,
they want me to be,
either way i still do my things,
to push people away,
i say things i know they don't like to hear,
i do things i know i don't like,
my actions are only based off of,
what i know that person would like,
i'm not doing anything that makes me truely happy,
i'm still doing what makes other people happy,
and i'm the one suffering from it,
no matter how i say my abuse didn't hurt me much,
the more it shows in everything i do,
i just been in denial to see it,
it's a believe that,
if you not numbing your body in an unhealthy way,
it not really called 'numbing'
if you can't recall what you doing,
until somebody points it out,
it only shows,
how deep in your denial,
you really was.
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Sue In The Stew
In my "Stew" my "Stew of Goo" I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell,
I will control this doll with named Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE,
you see I took your Power and I control the Dice!
Everything is "neat" in this "Game of Deceit"
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don't you see? ? ?
Don't tell me you want your Power intact,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say "Why would I do that? "
You had to find yourself and get back on track...
See how would you ever know who you really are.
"Why, you think you came into this world complete like Sarah Star? ? ? "
You needed my "Evil" ways to make you strong,
you can thank ME when I am long gone...
Now, now you realize it wasn't about ME,
why it was all about YOU,
Yes you finding You—"YOU in the Stew"
Written By Suzae Chevalier in 2006 & 2010
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Creative Fiction Of The Mind
Dramas from the past are in your mind-
projections brought forward this space and time
Wounded child react without a smile—
it's emotions are controlling you all the while.
For your inner child is still intertwined and in denial
You need to comfort this wounded inner child.
So how do you solve the problem from yesterday?
You have to go deep within your inner self
and get it all out, maybe with a shout.
Myabe you have to finally cry
or write the person a letter that did die.
You will feel better in a magical way,
you know it's deeper than a bad hair day.
Written on November 30,2012 by Christina Sunrise
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