Drug Dealer & 2 Tikes
Going up my alley on my bike,
passing by a car with 2 little tikes.
Walking up to my metal gate,
Drugdealer does not hesitate.
For he is playing the part of a thug,
asking next if I want to buy some drugs.
Like oxycotten, percocet or crack,
I say “I’m clean and no thanks”
then I turn to him and I do ask,
“Hey, do you want to buy some coloring books? ”
He replies, “no” and I take one more look.
His ear is half cut off and it’s such a scary sight,
I say goodbye and I lock up my bike.
I bet a drug dealer has never been asked
that question before,
I realized I should of just gave them for free,
to the 2 tikes who need so much more.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 10,2011
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Drug Dealer & 2 Tikes
Going up my alley on my bike,
passing by a car with 2 little tikes.
Walking up to my metal gate,
Drugdealer does not hesitate.
For he is playing the part of a thug,
asking next if I want to buy some drugs.
Like oxycotten, percocet or crack,
I say "I'm clean and no thanks"
then I turn to him and I do ask,
"Hey, do you want to buy some coloring books? "
He replies, "no" and I take one more look.
His ear is half cut off and it's such a scary sight,
I say goodbye and I lock up my bike.
I bet a drug dealer has never been asked
that question before,
I realized I should of just gave them for free,
to the 2 tikes who need so much more.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 10,2011
Written by Suzae Chevalier Sunday, March 20,2011
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Cop With No Badge
Cop with no badge jumps out at me,
as I rode my bike to safety.
He had no lights flashing on his car,
thinking he was going to capture me
and take me far.
Then another one did cross my path,
he also gets out with no badge.
First cop asked me questions
“Have I ever killed anyone? ”
“No, I replied, I live in the ghetto
just for fun.”
What, the ______ kind of question is that?
I showed him my Barnes & Noble badge.
Then he got cocky
and called in another One,
She had to search me for a gun.
Then to top it all off,
writing a ticket like an anal cop.
A ticket for not having headlights
on my bike,
Well, they kept me so long,
it became night.
In court the judge laughed
with everyone else,
judge said he was sorry and
put the ticket on the shelf.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.7,2011
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Gallant Trip To Nyc And D.c.
Flying into Washington D.C.
I caught a train then to NYC,
arriving in Penn Station about
a quarter to three,
I was tired and needed
to sleep.
Reminded me of
my runaway days
long ago,
with my friend Mary
from Mexico.
Now this trip was
special yes, indeed,
I gave out 500
Coloring Books with Poem
“Saving the Seas”
To Performince school
by Time Square,
Has this poem in it
and other coloring
books I did share.
Trip was a success,
I gave out the rest,
In D.C.
Then laminated
“Save the Seas”
Now poem is
laminated and on display,
in Martin Luther King Memorial
Library till this day.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 30,2011
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Green Eyed Lady
On my wine glass
there is an eye the
color of green,
like the oceans
where the mermaids
dream.
I almost broke
this wine glass
with my bike,
making the
hairs on my
arms begin
to spike.
The bar handle of the
bike did miss,
the Green Eyed Lady
without a glitch.
Shelly, who,
painted the
Green Eyed Lady
did confess
She blessed
this wine glass
like all the rest.
Now I know
Why,
Green Eyed Lady
is still by my side
whenever I want
to drink my red wine.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 4,2011
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A Bike Is Just A Bike
A bike is just a bike
It can take you for a riding hike
A bike is just a bike
With a motorcycle it is a look alike
A bike is just a bike
When you ride it you feel childlike
But there is something I dislike
It is hard to impress and make a good strike
Two wheels and one seat available for hitchhike
Your charming words will have a declined spike
Therefore it is best to leave the bike for the dikes
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The bike must go - a song
Got to keep the engine running - My soul's on fire
Like to see my baby - my one desire
Can't help this feeling it's hard to explain
It hurts my heart it gives me pain
She says
The bike must go
No no no no no
The bike must go
Riding through the city streets, with my leathers on
Looking cool in black as the day is long
I can't quite understand it but my baby's wrong
Plugged into her Ipod and listening to her song
She says
The bike must go
No no no no no
The bike must go.
She's driving me crazy with her stance
And I'm sure she's taking me for a dance
When she says I hate it - it's like doing time
Then she looks at me and says
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go.
There's no way around it, can't persuade her n-o more,
it'll be a pity but what can I do?
Sooner or later she's got to see
The bike's for cruising with her and me
And she says:
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go
How can she be so cruel when I love her so
I tried ever thing to please her that I know
Got to keep my baby on the wild side
And she looks into my eyes and says
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go
I love my baby like a dog chewing a bone
I called her this morning on the telephone,
There's no way around it
I tried my best
There's nothing more to say except
The bike must go
The bike must go
Oh no no no no
The bike must go.
*I turned this poem into a song which you can listen to on Youtube or google. Just type 'the bike must go' Enjoy.
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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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Peace From Expression
It’s not just that easy to just say “No”
'No To The War On Drugs',
it is about boundaries I think so.
Starting in your family are you
free to express or are you repressed?
Free to say what you feel,
or to deny your true feelings and think they are not real?
So the 'War on Drugs' should be the 'Peace of Expression',
that’s what all teenagers need to do to end Depression.
and not use drugs for repression.
Written by Christina Sunrise on January 29,2012
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Dirt Bike
Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Help Indigos And Cyrstal Children
New children have incarnated here,
they are here to help the planet,
now let’s listen to them, time is near.
Why they are psychic and have
many answers to share,
Don’t think they have Attention Deficit Disorder
and put them on Ritalin drug because you fear.
I took care of many Crystals and Indigos,
they are spiritual children who need
honesty, understanding for they know.
Hopefully they don’t all become hopeless,
because we put them on drugs,
we will reap what we sow,
better to learn from them and help the planet grow.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 12,2011
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Goodbye Dream
Phone call did come in,
I felt a shiver I knew was grim.
For it was my Uncle saying to my Dad,
Grandma & Grandpa died which was sad.
Later that night,
I went into a dream filled with fright.
I dreamed of my sister upstairs,
scary it made my arm hairs glare.
My hairs stood up straight,
which I did anticipate.
Something scary
was about to happen soon,
an image of people
floated into my sister's room.
Then sister screamed
and I did jump with a boom.
Running upstairs with blankets to my side,
I ran to my sister in the nic of time.
She told me what she had just seen,
The ghost of Grandparents
saying goodbye she did glean.
This was my grandparents saying there last goodbye,
dreamed of them years later telling them
'I know you guys never died.'
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 21,2011
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Street Painting Festival
Street Painting Festival was a great success,
painted mermaid scene at castle I did express,
that Melodie’s birthday party ended swell,
Razel was hiding in scene
no one could tell.
Tons of people passing by,
sun shining brightly in the sky.
My back and shoulders did get burned,
spray sunscreen every 90 min. hrs I did learn,
friends brought me water for concerned.
All in all the festival was great,
many guys, but no soul mate.
Except Italian guy with tattooed arms,
annoyed me to death but meant no harm.
He stood by me and talked and talked,
as I painted scene with colored chalk.
Coloring books I gave out some for free,
others sold at Stuart Rooney’s
Import store on table by door.
All in all the show was great,
Next year I can’t wait,
For I will paint
a totally different scene,
ventriloquist doll on my knee.
Razel puppet on hand
making fun of every human.
Written by Christina Sunrise March 3,2011
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We Are Blessed
We were not born in sin.
Now just where does this all begin?
It begins with what we learned when young,
before we could question,
but I did, I’m not the only one.
So, Adam was the first one to make a choice,
Because he was given “free will”
Just like Eve, this should be a thrill.
This statement should say:
We are born to be blessed,
and Yes, we are blessed.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 8,2011
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Sonny Days
Driving down A1A,
I was with friend Sonny,
during very sunny days.
Playing her radio very loud,
we had a blast driving
through town.
Down, down to
Ft. Lauderdale,
where there is a
tunnel that made
me pale.
Yes, I couldn’t wait
to get to the other side,
cars coming at you,
you could not hide,
making it though and still alive,
everything feels just so fine.
At the library we did type,
getting things kicked out
like playing a melodie pipe.
Eating at a restaurant that very night,
Ft Lauderdale has changed so much in sight.
One things for sure and do say,
it was fun remembering those very
Very “Sonny Days”.
Written on Feb.21,2011 by Christina Sunrise 2011
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We Are Just Passing By
We are just passing by,
like a blink of an eye.
Like a paragraph to
be read,
like Wayne Dyer said.
Yes, all is recorded on
the other side,
You can’t run,
You can’t hide.
Don’t worry all
is good,
you came her
to give meaning
to life and be understood.
Written on April 11,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Planet Of The Dolls
On the planet of the dolls,
Razel the puppet is not
wanted at all.
Razel replies with a evil grin,
“This is discrimination.
Just because I don’t
have stuffing
inside of me,
doesn’t make you more happy.
I am hollow without a doubt,
and I am proud when I shout.”
I’m the evilest puppet of all,
I would never want to be a doll! ”
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2011
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Trapped in a Cage
I blew out my candles,
And this is what I saw,
I saw a tiny fairy inside a crystal ball.
She told me “do not look back,
Keep going forward, you are on the right track.”
Then I heard a familiar sound, music playing all around,
The singer who was singing sounded like a sage,
She sang these words: “Your love is trapped in a cage,
you have put it on hold, for you are writing fast before old age.
but you have more to write about, soon you will be free without a doubt.”
Then I realized I have heard the voice of the Divine, it has lead me to beware
Wher I have been blind. I still get stuck in the past, the past hurts that not need to last.
I heal the parts of myself to bring me back to being whole, happy to just be, without trying so.
(Written by Christina Sunrise on August 9,2011)
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Life Will Speed Up
Life will speed up
from here on out,
You create a reality
without a doubt.
You can project
into the future
what you want,
Like “Hey, I want
a croissant.”
By intending
with your heart,
you set in motion
from the start,
but you have
to be the part.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 12,2011
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Hopes On Dopes
Making wishes,
getting up your hopes,
you realize you wasted
your time and he is a dope.
A dope in the sense of the word,
that he might do drugs, he might do her.
Not knowing what he really claims to say,
it always ends up his own way.
You realize you are the fool,
they never taught you this at school.
Just be thankful you got out when you did,
thank God you two never had kids.
Written on April 13,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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My Teddy Bear Is More Fun
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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