How Would We Know?
How would we know skinny,
if we don’t know fat?
How would we know white,
if we didn’t know black?
How would we know feed,
if we didn’t know starved?
How would we know small
if we didn’t know large?
Living in a duality/relative world,
we know the difference between boy and girl.
Why judge what Source has made?
Life has different colors and different shades.
Anyways, do you think a cat or dog judges?
we now see Bulldogs that are mixed with little Pug’s.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 13,2011
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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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Timing Is Everything
Maybe it is not time yet
for that job you had made a bet.
Maybe it's the planets in retrograde
maybe that is why you didn't get paid.
Maybe you still have to become more whole
timing is everything didn't you know.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 13,2012
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Unable To Sleep
didn't sleep well last night
I didn't dream last night
Losing all the battles
Losing all my fight
I didn't sleep well last night
Barely closed my eyes
tossed and turned and paced
until sunrise
I didn't dream last night
Any time I tried
I cried inside
and wanted to run and hide
I didn't sleep well last night
My world seems confused
Like a dead-end in a maze
like an ocean without a sky
All my friends are far away
the hands I hold are imagined
my life in shades of blue and grey
A life derailed and gone astray
I didn't dream last night
All my dreams feel broken
Hardly uttered or spoken
my tears have run dry
I didn't sleep at all last night
caught up in dispair
for all the things not right
not all black and white
I didn't dream last night
my heart is ablaze
with sadness and fright
No way to make things right
I didn't sleep at all last night
My ship must have sailed away
All I can do is pray
but I've forgotten why
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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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If The Planet Had No War
IF THE PLANET HAD NO WAR
Could you imagine
a planet with no war?
It’s been done before; along time ago
In the age of Atlantis,
“didn’t you know? ”
People’s heart
chakras where developed
and so was their 3rd eye,
Everyone was treated equal
Nobody would lie.
There was enough to go around,
For people wouldn’t let each other die.
Die of starvation or by a weapon made,
No, no weapons for killing in their day.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Aug.2,2011
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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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Read My Palm
Try to read me if you can,
My life story changes on
The landscape of my hand.
Didn’t you know that the
Lines change all the time,
Depending on how you
live your life.
Now I was told years ago,
that I would travel a lot
and make money on the go.
a lot of money which
I would have come my way
Hollywood would set me up
in hotels I would stay.
Now new movie script
almost written and 2
Children’s books to create,
I have to finish before it’s too late.
Now time doesn’t run out on
the other side,
so I don’t have to worry
I should have it all done before I die.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011
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You’re Found Out
I remember the day we both met,
it’s a day I long since regret.
You looked I at me and said it’s so,
looking at your eyes I didn’t know,
that you were already my immortal foe.
Now you played your cards really tight,
letting me believe everything you said was right.
Believing every word,
even the unquestionable and absurd.
Even when Dave was on to you,
you said 'he ways angry and
his words were not true.'
In the end it all comes out,
you were caught without a doubt.
Written Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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God Expresses Though Us
Where do I end you begin?
God says we are all apart of him,
or is it her?
God is limitless so source could be a boy or girl.
God is the process and through us God expresses the material,
we are special, we are miracles.
We create who we will Be today.
will we be killers or Saints?
It’s all up to us what life we paint.
For free will was are birthright,
why should we have to have laws for human rights?
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 12,2011
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Spiritual Truths
We are not born in sin,
there is no hell of sadness and grim.
We are all equal women and man,
we are from other dimensions
we are not of this land.
We can find heaven inside,
we do not need a temple to worship to realize.
There is no angel who has fallen from God,
we have just forgot the source, we live in the Land of Nod.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 23,2011
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Alignment With The Soul
We are beginning to see power as
the alignment of the personality with the soul
instead of the ability to manipulate and control with the personality's ego.
When your intentions come from your heart made of gold
you will not be operating out of the illusion, the drama, I'm told.
That is what Jesus did, he knew that they didn't know
so he could forgave them, for he saw their suffering of this world.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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Blind By Love
All this time
I didn't know
Until my friend
Told me something about you
That I didn't know
I realized that
It right time to move on
Before I was
Blind by love
I didn't open my eyes and sees that
You are just playing with my heart
I just got lost in your beautiful brown eyes
I wish I know sooner
I just can't believe you do those things
I can't believe I fall for someone like you
I was dumb all because I was
Blind by love
I wish I was smart to know
This is real world and not fairytale
That I been living in
I got my feelings all mixed up
I didn't think this through
I keep learning things day after day about you
I just can't believe you doing that
I wish I know why
I was just
Blind by love
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Didnt Know
Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.
Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.
Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.
Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.
Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.
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Cat Died Today
Cat died today
crossing the street.
A loving lady was more than sweet.
She told me she didn't want the
cat to be run over anymore-
that's what I thought about the squirrel
months before.
Now we need to slow down and beware-
of creatures living in nature everywhere-
Lets look out for hurt ones
and show we care.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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35 W Bridge
Bridge collapsed on highway 35,
some people didn’t make it out alive.
There was some daring souls,
that went into rescue victims
they didn’t know.
Now this was a great tragedy,
that happened over river Mississippi,
President Bush came out to see,
he helped a little,
but here’s the story:
South side of bridge decks goes one way,
and then it falls,
killing people,
leaving a death toll.
50 feet from center line,
Superstructure goes the other way,
bringing people to an early grave.
Now I say,
Pollution had played it’s part,
causing the metal truss's joints,
to give away from the very start.
Just like the soil below this bridge,
it was contaminated by
'coal to gas' processing plant,
thank you for listening to my rant.
Also fumes from cars
make black ice,
many accidents
on bridge not very nice.
I believe if there was never any pollution,
this would of never happened,
and we wouldn’t need a solution.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.20,2011
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Jim’s Mad
On New Year’s Eve,
While Sue was asleep,
Skunky became a stealing creep,
He stole a silver corkscrew that was cheap,
For it was only a dollar at the dollar store,
Skunky tried to say it was soo much more.
Yes, he told his 'made up lies' to Sue,
Saying 'it only came in the colors of red or blue,
They don’t make the silver ones anymore, '
But that’s not what Jim said,
as he shook his head
'Why he stole from me
I’ll bonk him in the ________'
Written by Christina on Jan.16,2011
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We Live Like Beggars
We live like beggars in
God’s kingdom of light,
we can’t see I so we
put up a fight,
a fight not to have
the whole pie,
until realize we can
reach for the skies,
because on the other side
they say we make our
wishes very small,
they say we can have
it big, we can have it all.
So living in world
of frozen thought,
we need help
to get everything we got.
we need help from guides
and angels too,
So look for help
and pray to them me
and you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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My Affair With Prince Charming
Prince Charming always makes me feel right,
he tucks me in at bed at night.
I was sick and needed some sleep,
he turned off the light and didn’t make a peep.
He then proceeded to watch t.v.
He watched the football game,
he was quiet and didn’t complain.
I awoke and to my surprise,
he had flowers for me that where enormous in size.
I couldn’t figure out where he had gone,
it was so magical I felt like a Princess on a throne.
These are some of the memories we share,
he is so special and does really care.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on December 27,2011
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Black Pearl
Black Pearl
Black Pearl is my new car,
I have driven her quite far.
Up to South Carolina
and then on to the Midwest,
Black Pearl held up the very best.
She was a blessing sent to me,
she arrived on September 23.
I had to go out of town,
Car salesmen didn’t want me to breakdown.
So he gave me a sweet deal,
I got in Black Pearl on drove off with a thrill.
Black Pearl took me to Texas during Christmastime,
I visited with family and made it back just fine.
On way back stopped in Oklahoma to see friend,
this was all in year 2010.
Now Black Pearl is still with me,
I make she is maintained and she drives me safely.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 3,2011
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Tiny Mountain
The year was 1972
Tiny Mountain had a lot to do.
He volunteered to be in the Vietnam War,
He was only 17 years young,
his adventure had just begun.
He rescued 600 Marines who where Prisoner’s of War,
He was a brave soul for the war took it’s toll.
He shot 18 “ canons on a US Battleship,
to scare the Vietnamese to give up without a quip.
The Vietnamese waved their white flags and
let his ship come to shore,
to get the rest of the Prisoner’s of War.
There was a lot of tunnels underground,
Tiny Mountain didn’t go, he left without a sound.
He was too big to rescue POW under there,
there was cities with stores everywhere.
Like the subway system in NYC,
it was totally different not glittery.
Now Tiny Mountain made it back,
he made it without an attack.
Thanks Tiny Mountain for rescuing our POW’s,
We the people of US of A and POW’s Thank you.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 17,2011
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