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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Emotionally Not Available
The person who is emotionally immature
will find someone with the same exact fear.
Fear of abandonment, fear of loss
they cling to each other at any cost.
Until the wounded child is healed at best
can their relationship pass the test.
For they mostly live in the ego state
where they are reacting and not living
with wisdom from the Sage.
Yes, the Sage within is connected to the source
it can be accessed in the moment when you
stay on course.
Helping you see a better choice
by listening to your wisdom filled self.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 29,2012
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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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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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Children Of The Light
Dear Children of the Light
we are so happy you are here tonight.
You have come at a dear time
to help make the shift in Earth just fine.
You are the leaders of the new way
humanity will follow what you say.
You will help heal, inspire and demonstrate
that we are all in control of our new fate.
All give to the collective and help it with thought
we have to keep focused on the outcome for good
for this we are now taught.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 21,2012
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Karmic Payback
I was a Mayan warrior in a past life
I cut off your head with my knife.
It was the Spanish Conquest of Yucatán
and changed the Guatamalian life around
I died young while protecting my homeland
you died from my strong hand.
Since then you came back
to even the score of my attack.
Now that I know
I see why you were a foe.
So karmic payback is complete
I forgive you, do you forgive me?
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 21,2012
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Why The Mayan's Left
Being a highly consciousess society
they had all the wisdom of mathematics
and astronomy.
They had the consciousness of Atlantis
but the tribes around them did miss-
Miss how to use their consciousness.
The pyramids are super computers
that will activate-
Activate in December of 2012 is their fate.
Yes, the energy of the stars
will make our Earth
more conscious than planet Mars.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 28,2012
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Happiness to a Child
Happiness to a Child
Any happiness I brought to a child,
it was well worth it, all the while.
To see them smile for a mile.
For bringing happiness to a child
is the memories that last,
Last through time to make a happy past.
For they are only a child for a time,
I was happy I was there to bring them smiles.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 9,2011
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There Are No Victims
We incarnate with agreements made
we would meet our old friends or foes once again.
This time to set the record straight
to learn how to forgive, love and not hate.
Not knowing what happened in our past life
we meet our foes and carry the pain more than twice.
We have all been killers and other names in the book
we came here to clear our karmic debt and have another look.
We can now transcend karma and create without pain
we can be one with the creator and not have to be insane.
For we can have one foot in heaven and the other foot on the ground
we can now be in control consciously which is the new game in town.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 22,2012
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Mother Not Nice
Sitting in Starbucks I couldn't help but hear
A women talking mean her son while I was sitting near.
She ends up hitting him—
what the ____this is very grim...
Why bring him to a business meeting
where child now has to have a score card-
A score card—for what?
A child is a child why
treat him with this regard.
Why do parents even have kids
let alone bring them to a public place—
where a child who is scolded and
made to feel a disgrace.
We are still living the old planetary dream—
everything in the extreme—
Child is not at fault for wanting to go outside-
why did she bring him along when he could of stayed
inside—inside his house with his father who was home—
people are not realistic—I could go on and on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2012
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Denial
We live in a world of denial
we pretend nothing is wrong we keep our smiles.
but nothing can hold back the pain,
from driving us insane.
We don’t have to admit how we truly feel,
because then we have to admit it is real.
For it is easier to hold feelings inside,
then have admitted it hurts and cry.
For our inner child is very sad,
and we don’t believe we can hold her tight
with both hands.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
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Are You Nuts?
You can lie to Sherry
and everyone else,
but remember you
have to live with yourself.
You think I was born yesterday?
That I can't figure you out
with the B.S. you say.
B.S. you say to the cops,
what a drama boy who has no chops.
Now fences break from a lot of weight,
for knocking over my plants you sealed your fate
Saying your sorry to the Plant Kingdom is at hand
for what you do to it, you do to the land.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 30,2011
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Lullaby
(duncan)
I give you stars and sunshine
A rainbow at your feet each time you rise
So dry your eyes
The house of yesterday is crumblin at my feet
But I dont mind, I had my time
I am but yesterday
And you my child, tomorrow
Theres nothing I can give you
For you have more than me
You are the truth within your youth
I watch you dance and playing
The little prince of all that you survey
Each night, each day
I am the good old days,
And you my child, tomorrow
If I have any future
It is within your eyes
Each time you smile
My child, my child
The hand of life will rock you
I brought you forth
And then my task was through
I give to you
This wondrous view
I am but yesterday
And you my child, tomorrow
And you my child, tomorrow
And you my child, tomorrow
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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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 Christina Sunrise on September 5,2011
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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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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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Lost Treasure Chest
Magical treasure chest made of gold,
has in it many stories to be told.
On one uneventful day,
Golden treasure chest was taken away.
I had it packed in back room with shoes,
that's when someone decided to lose,
my treasure chest right on site,
hide it from me with all their mite.
Luckily I went to store
found 20 treasure chests more galore.
Painted one up really quick,
I had a art show party within a week.
Watercolor paintings of Melodie,
hang on wall for children to see.
see along with Krendoll island set,
They would play on it and not forget
Forget the magic of Krendoll island I did make,
with birthday props like birthday cake.
Art show birthday party at Mexican Bizarre,
I set up the birthday party with a star.
Children showed up to find presents and unfreeze,
dragons that would begin to sneeze.
Once they had the heat device,
which was magical and would suffice,
To melt the spell on them,
Making them turn into birthday child's friend.
Birthday child friends come alive,
They would have to find the birthday child.
Once Ice Spell broken, Birthday child would be all smiles.
Birthday child would receive a birthday crown
and beautiful birthstone gown.
From magical golden treasure chest,
the one that would become magical and the best.
Making birthday child's wishes be recorded inside,
the magical treasure chest's Krendoll Chronicles it would reside.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 31,2011
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Children Are Innocent
Children learn how to play games,
to survive and get our way
but there is got to be a better “way”.
For why should a child have
to “play” an adult to get it’s way?
We set it up like that thinking
we will turn them into a brat.
but that is not where it should be at.
That is not like Sri Amma Bhagavan’s school,
if most of the world only knew.
Now why can’t kid’s be free to
Experience everything?
Treat them like a Prince, a Queen
or a King?
We make up rules and
stupid laws,
to make us like cattle
just because.
We are afraid
we’ll lose control
control of a child?
I don’t think so.
Children are emotional beings
till at least eight,
why not let them “experience”
life and make them feel great?
They “play mind” games
like the adults do,
but they learn from us I believe that’s true.
We use the word “no”
as a form of control.
We don’t know any better,
we were taught the Planetary dream,
making a child feel guilty,
and then feel demeaned.
Now “no” can be changed
around to be a “yes”
now the child “feels” love
and feels like the best.
Now of course you wouldn’t
let your child do something
harmful that’s true,
but I’m talking about “Can
the child have the red book
over the one that’s “blue”.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 18,2011
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Set Her Free
Doing the Best to Survive,
I couldn’t run and coulnd't hide.
Fast forward to the present time,
Loving the little child inside.
I have to heal that frozen parts of me,
chipping at the ice to set her free.
Spells cast when I was young,
forming agreements I didn’t agree on.
Only tricked to believe,
things said were not true about me.
Now, I’m older, I can form new beliefs,
new beliefs to set me free.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 26,2012
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Your Life Is Important
Your life is important to all of society;
you are a change agent and are not
to live in mediocrity.
For you will rise above and raise consciousness
see all life as extremely precious.
Deliver the message of saving, preserving
preventing violence in your deliverance.
For we can all affect change
make it better again and not the same.
So no matter how small a kind act you do
affects everyone from here to Timbuktu.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 28,2012
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It Does Matter
It does matter if you are kind
it does matter if you in a happy state of mind
It does matter if you are filled with joy
it does matter to a child your gift of a toy.
It does matter what you say and do
it affects the matrix we live in
with me and you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 31,2012
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