Gecko Meets Me
I told a gecko telepathically
“I wish I could once touch thee,
I looked at my hand and instantly
gecko was there,
really soft and light as air.
Gecko was very smooth and cool,
like water in a swimming pool.
Then gecko jumps off my hand
just like that as fast as he can,
Hopefully gecko is safe at home,
over by the flowers and gnomes.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 30,2011
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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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Talk To A Frog
Jim got jealous and said,
"Suzy talks to the guy in red."
John retorted with a fast reply,
"Jim, Suzy would talk a frog,
that's no lie."
Well, Jim I guess John was right,
I talk to geckos who jump with delight—
right on the top of my hand,
one of course did so land.
Once in a while when I feeling blue—
I think of you-and
there you'll be—
a gecko in front of me.
Thanks for visiting me in a gecko form
taking the time to truly transform.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 21,2012
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Gecko
Today, I found early in the morning
A small gecko was struggling to come out from the porcelain bath tub.
I remember that I had a phobia of geckos in my childhood
As my mother always say when I skip my meals and play with ants.
'You never become a big man if you won't take meals properly'
And she points out a gecko on the wall, 'Beware! It will bite you'.
I made a mistake by pulling out its tail.
Oh! It was broken and gecko was no more.
I am so sorry my dear.
I cannot do anything,
This sorrowful incident would torment my entire life.
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Going Out To The Garden
Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
who
like the rest of us
has been
reeling
from the heat.
Geckos like heat
I know this
but the heat
these last few days
has been excessive
for us
& for them.
A spray of water
from the hose
touched its skin:
I thought it would
run away.
There are crevices
aplenty
to hide in:
the garden wall
is made of stones.
But no
not only
did the gecko
not run away
it appeared
to raise
its eyes
& head
looking for more.
I gave it.
Squirt after
squirt
of cooling
spray
from the green
garden hose.
Is it the end
of the world?
It seemed to ask.
This bliss,
is it Paradise?
I bathed it
until we were both
washed clean
of the troubles
of this world
at least for this moment:
this moment of pleasure
of gecko
joy
as I with so much happiness
played Goddess
to Gecko.
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Talk To A Frog
Jim got jealous and said,
'Suzy talks to the guy in red.'
John retorted with a fast reply,
'Jim, Suzy would talk a frog,
that's no lie.'
Well, Jim I guess John was right,
I talk to geckos who jump with delight—
right on the top of my hand,
one of course did so land.
Once in a while when I feeling blue—
I think of you-and
there you'll be—
a gecko in front of me.
Thanks for visiting me in a gecko form
taking the time to truly transform.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 21,2012
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The Gecko
The Gecko lying on his stone
Is always very much alone,
Nor is the reason hard to trace
By those who've seen its form and face
It's hard to realise a mite
Can be so venomous a sight,
Or in its little frame compress
Such concentrated ugliness.
Now wonder other creatures fly
Each time a Gecko ambles by.
No wonder that its chosen mate
Recoils from the connubial state.
Yet underneath its skin, we're told,
There beats a heart of purest gold.
Its children do not know neglect;
It treats its mother with respect.
It never, ever beats its wife,
And lives a most unblemished life.
Its aspect is its sole defence
Against the world's malevolence.
So when you see a Gecko stay
Uncharitable thoughts and say:-
'The gruesome are not always gross-
even a reptile bears its cross!'
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Be The Stars
Be the eagle with your eyes
Be the baby with your cries.
Be the dog with your nose
be the sand as the wind blows.
Be the gecko who sits still
be the fragrant daffodil.
Be the sun that's shining bright
be the moonshine in the night.
Be all this and then stars
then be a human or Martian from Mars.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 2,2012
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Gecko Talks to Me
“I wish I was in a human body”,
the gecko said as he walked across the screen.
He spoke to me after the ghost turned back on my t.v.
I said o.k. I won’t mess with the t.v.
Then an hour later,
the fan went on and off 1 x 3.
I just let it do its thing,
why fight with a ghost I can’t see?
Then when in the bathroom,
I heard a noise coming from the other room,
I looked to see if everything was o.k.
until the light went out
without a clue.
Now 2 weeks later,
the fan starts by itself again,
I realize it’s my ghost friend.
(Written Suzae Chevalier on August 14, 2011 )
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Gecko Named Curly Tail
Looking down on the ground
Curly Tail the gecko waits
without a sound.
I say "Hello honey-how are you?
Where are your kids this afternoon?
Then when I leave the door
Curly Tail's offspring
is scampering once more.
Curly Tail waits for me
on the black mat—
It's like he knows where I am at.
He knows when I leave to go far,
he knows when I get out of my car.
Thanks Curly Tail for waiting for me-
see you later by the tree.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 4,2012
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Gecko Talks to Me
“I wish I was in a human body”,
the gecko said as he walked across the screen.
He spoke to me after the ghost turned back on my t.v.
I said o.k. I won’t mess with the t.v.
Then an hour later,
the fan went on and off 1 x 3.
I just let it do its thing,
why fight with a ghost I can’t see?
Then when in the bathroom,
I heard a noise coming from the other room,
I looked to see if everything was o.k.
until the light went out
without a clue.
Now 2 weeks later,
the fan starts by itself again,
I realize it’s my ghost friend.
(Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 15, 2011)
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Plants Dream
If everything has a consciousness and a soul,
than plants dream wouldn’t you know.
But of course they have no eyes,
but in other systems they use other means to realize.
Of course you believe that your dog does dream,
because he has a brain and moves with muscles so lean.
What is this other state of consciousness that we talk of?
The dream world that we visit in another dimensions?
Now if we are all a part of the matrix,
then we can visit anyone that does exist.
But of course we use symbolism to understand,
so we wouldn’t really recognize anyone from another land.
So if it’s true about the plants,
we don’t need a body to dream of or even chant?
Well, I think my gecko friend does dream,
he heard me telepathically so he has a wave of consciousness stream.
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The Ripe Sound Of The Gecko....
sorrow is not fond
with words,
it sticks like a gecko
on the
old wall of the house
and when everyone
retires for
sleep
it starts to create
that sound
where you soon shall
start
counting
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You Are The Way
Even if you don’t like your life,
it still goes on and you won’t die.
Jesus said “I am the way”
He is the “process” which is “God”
like “Us” is what he did say.
So you are raw “Energy” if you will,
constantly changing making God up ever still.
Remember consciousness never dies,
it goes on in other dimensions,
you couldn’t stop it if you tried.
Written By Christina Sunrise On December 25,2011
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It’s war in my yard
It’s war in my yard
and the ginger Persian cat
lies stretched out
gazing at the trenches
where some gecko’s has disappeared
as if the golden eyes of it
can draw them out of cracks.
A little later the two dogs sniff under a bush
and chase something out of it
that draws a grey stripe
over the grass
past my window
and both cats
fly up with arching backs
and paws out deadly
to capture it.
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Colombo
Waves topple like skittles down the beach
A gecko is the room’s unpaying guest
Sinbad sailed these seas by such a moon
The old colonial bed stands on stiff legs
A gecko is the room’s unpaying guest
The hotel writing paper’s wafer thin
The old colonial bed stands on stiff legs
Banjo the one-eyed dog howls for a bone
The hotel writing paper’s wafer thin
Catamarans hunt tuna round the bay
Banjo the one-eyed dog howls for a bone
Tropical lightning cleaves the night in two
Catamarans hunt tuna round the bay
Waves topple like skittles down the beach
Tropical lightning cleaves the night in two
Sinbad sailed these seas by such a moon
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Raindrops
Your my raindrops,
You bought me happiness when I needed the most,
You were there when I needed you the most,
You appear in my dreams,
You have my heart from the gecko,
You were my everything,
You were the guy I counted on the most,
I can't breathe without you,
I know you are always around me when I need you,
I be okay,
Its hard to fall out of this love I have for you,
You are contagious,
You are my cocaine, My heroine, you give me the very high I need,
I just want you back so bad that I don't want live without you,
You are my very drug I need,
You are my raindrop,
You can see right through me,
I love you with everything I got,
Suffocate me whenever you want,
I know my heart breaking as I drown in these tears of sorrow,
You left out of my life like a hurricane,
Now that you are gone I am lost but I am moving forward as my heart breaks.
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Thank The Higher Beings
With the technology we amassed from our space friends,
we have advanced communication that goes to the outer ends.
Why hasn’t the human race come this far in thousands of years?
We are like barbarians to other planets I do hear.
We are still killing each other in war,
we are can’t get leftover restaurant food to the poor.
But we can make bombs to kill the planet like never before.
Our priorities are messed up,
if the space people wanted to kill us
like the movies say,
they would of already had their way.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 23,2011
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Why Do We Use Oil Still?
If a spaceship landed on Earth, do you think it used gas?
It would never had made it here, it wouldn’t have a chance.
Why are we still using this old technology?
Because no money in batteries?
For using oil still is all about greed,
that is why we go to war,
but we hide the fact which can’t be ignored.
So the planet gets more polluted with this greasy stuff,
the air is polluted, we breathe it in our lungs.
But that’s o.k. if the few at the top,
get rich why the whole planet suffers a lot,
while they are still stuffing their golden pots.
But luckily consciousness of species still goes on,
even if they kill the wildlife, plant life in this dimension.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 28,2011
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You Will Never Say You’re Sorry
You Will Never Say You’re Sorry
You will never say you’re sorry
for all the lies that you told,
You will never say you’re sorry
you think your justified and gold.
Golden in your mind of your own “not my fault”,
you are never wrong for all the anger you dealt.
So my poems always set the record straight,
you don’t want people to see that you are not that great.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 3,2012
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Jesus Is A Highly Evolved Being
Jesus new that all Beings where from the same Source,
he help enlightened people, he didn’t show remorse.
He knew of other dimensions and he could work with spirit world,
he could heal animal, humans; boy or girl.
He was too far ahead of his time,
he was a Master and One with the Divine.
He taught us that heaven is within,
not in the sky where we see birds with wings.
He wanted others to follow his way,
not to make him a God and use his name in vain.
Other Highly Evolved Beings among us,
some others came and went,
they were teachers like Jesus that the Source sent.
Written By Christina Sunrise On December 19,2011
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