I Am One
I am the wind,
I am the sand,
I am the chocolate
that melts in your hand.
Yes, I’m all these things and more,
I am the inspiration that makes you sore.
Yes, I am God, I am in everything,
even the voice in which you sing.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
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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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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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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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Mother Earth's Frequency
Mother Earth's frequency is 7.8 hertz
our brains are the same frequency
we are connected to her at birth.
Earthing which is laying on Mother Earth
helps your brain heal you—
yes, I am blessing her dirt.
Laying on Mother Earth
or even walking barefoot outside
makes you sleep better—heals your insides.
Mother Earth helps you with inflammation
and all kinds of things-
treat Mother Earth kindly
for the good that she brings.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 8,2012
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Until Liar Admits
When you figure out a liar
it now easier for you to play with their head,
for they are trying to keep track of what they said.
Only you know the truth and don’t pretend,
it’s the facts you write down and save to the end.
In the end “maybe” the truth will come out,
but is it worth saying out loud?
For unless the liar wants to admit
why they said it in the first place,
you must take the high road with grace.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 28,2012
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MR. Big Toe Meets Big Foot
Mysterious sightings where seen,
in California by the Evergreens.
Mr. Big Toe wanted to know,
so he invited Big Foot on his radio show.
Mr. Big Foot came in wearing a disguise,
he was in an ape suit -what a surprise!
But that’s O.K. they talked away.
Big Foot was all the rage.
Audience members did call in,
giving answers to millions of questions.
But one thing is for sure,
Mr. Big Toe’s rating went up because of this man dressed in fur.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 27,2012
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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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We Are The Ones
I write for the animals that need a voice,
they live in this world and with human choice,
they can have their homes taken away from them,
We humans are to here to protect their environment.
They are here to live and some be our friends,
We are the ones who need to defend any harm done to them.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 27,2012
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I Am Your Chanteuse
I will be your bad news,
For I will sing songs and be a chanteuse,
What, you can’t to be amused?
I will be like Christina and Cher,
I will drape my beautiful long hair,
Stare into your eyes and sing,
All the most adoring things
About romance, chivalry and love,
For I am now your white dove.
So precious and sweet, like your chocolate treat.
All pretty for you to enjoy,
Looking at me you see I’m not just a puppet
But your new precious toy.
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With Some People
With some people you don't want to remember the times you had,
for the memories with them make you sad.
Like thinking they might like you,
but they play games and give you no clues.
Better to avoid them all along,
in the end you are the one wronged.
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Pay
Pay for this, pay for that,
pay for everything on the rack.
Drive in my new 66 Chevy car
not knowing what I pay for gets me that far.
Everything is a shot in the dark,
investing in something that could be a lark.
It ends up being a half baked cake,
doesn't even rise for heaven sakes.
Time could be wasted on better times,
could have been having fun drinking wine
with friends that make me feel fine.
So I say the best things in life are free,
like when I was a kid climbing a tree.
Written By Suzae Chevalier on January 17,2012
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Your Story
Don’t become attached to your story for it changes all the time,
it could be a fantasy novel or a poem that rhymes.
You write your movie script every day,
make it worth writing about for people to say,
say that you had an interesting life
that was of your own way.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
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Mr. Big Toe Goes To The Window
Mr. Big Toe, Mr. Big Toe wouldn’t you know,
drives up to the take out window.
He orders a burger with Hamburger Help hand by his side,
they were driving around town having a fun time.
Then Mr. Big Toe gets really stuffed,
now he is in a big grumpy gruff.
He tells Mrs. Hamburger Helper to get out of his truck.
Mrs.Hamburger Helper say’s _______ off!
They realize they were not meant to be,
Hamburger Helper hand doesn’t smell that pretty.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 24,2012
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Alias Poem
Many selves we all have
I have different alias for you to understand.
Christina Sunrise writes about planet Earth
Suzae Chevalier writes about life since birth.
Sue Chevalier writes of characters on Krendoll land
Suzae is the visual artist, storyteller who
paints and uses oral presentations to understand.
Now don't forget Puppit Lady for Razel has a voice
Melodie also who speaks with "freedom of choice."
So visit www.suzae.com right now
where you will all of them make a home
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2012
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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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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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Listen To Your Inner Voice
Your inner voice can keep you from harm
your inner voice is more than a charm.
Sometimes you must watch your very back
and listen to your gut to stay on track.
Don't worry about the storms you see-
even heaven will protect you—if you listen indeed.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 18,2012
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We Are Just Visiting
We are just visiting, this is not home,
we are always connected the source
we are not alone.
We are here to create God,
yes, I said it, I said it out loud.
God gave us free will and
we are body, mind and spirit,
so let’s bring them together and use it.
Since we are just visiting,
we should take better care,
care of planet Gaia while we are here?
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 30,2012
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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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Your Word Is Powerful
We cast spells that puts us in our hell,
it’s how we talk to ourselves.
Do we say something that’s mean or
something in between?
Agreements we made when we were young,
statements, spells, the word had just.
Use white magic it begins with yourself,
tell yourself how wonderful you are,
how wonderful you are that you are a shiny star.
Written By Christina Sunrise on January 22,2012
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