Ratcoon Lives Here Too
One day late at night,
a dog started to attach to and fight,
A ratcoon is what the dog attacked,
he was jumping on him, biting his back.
I turned on the light,
dog ran away with fright,
Ratcoon I prayed was alright.
Ratcoon has his home,
outside by the trees
eating all alone with the bees.
He has a right to be here too,
This was his home first it’s sad but true.
For humans came along with their houses,
shoed him away like the mouses.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 16,2011
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Lost Souls
Some souls that die too fast
attach to the last person that they saw last.
Like a fireman, paramedic or cop
they don't know they are dead
they are totally lost.
Talking to these people late at night
in their dreams can be a scary fright.
Usually the person dreaming already knows
who they are, souls don't get old.
Only a light worker who talks to her guides
can get the lost soul to the other side.
Usually through the loved one that had already died
is waiting to guide them through and say everything is alright.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 13,2012
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How Have You Been?
Dave and Gene how have you been?
Are you guys now the best of friends?
I remember when you both would fight.
I was there to make it right.
Now I can only pray at night,
that both of you passed
on with peace, not fright.
So sad it had come true,
I wished the best for both of you.
Now I think I found a cure,
I could of healed you both
if you were still here.
Here with Razel & Melodie,
laughing with happy tears of glee.
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Prince Passes By
Ambience is
almost of candle light,
I seem him vaguely in
restaurant/club that night.
Protected by 2 men
that are very tall,
looking at him,
he’s short and small.
No one knows he is there,
eating at his favorite place,
without a care.
Except for my friend,
he said he came out of
“room for men”.
Prince looked at me,
but I did not see,
I was too busy being hungry.
Next time I will pay the way,
for his birthday with a cake on a tray.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.4,2011
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Delusioned
Delusioned from the age of three,
with the program of “you against me”.
Trusting no one is the norm,
Feeling helpless against the storm.
Storm that’s raging in your head,
making your life a living dread.
How do you get off this merry go round?
Take control of your mind without a rebound?
Feel the pain you never felt,
Like an snowball that has to melt,
All the trauma you’ve been dealt.
Dirty grey and dirty blue,
built up in your cell memory too.
Will this drama ever end?
get humans back on course again.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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How Have You Been?
Dave and Gene how have you been?
Are you guys now the best of friends?
I remember when you both would fight.
I was there to make it right.
Now I can only pray at night,
that both of you passed
on with peace, not fright.
So sad it had come true,
I wished the best for both of you.
Now I think I found a cure,
I could of healed you both
if you were still here.
Here with Razel & Melodie,
laughing with happy tears of glee.
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Contemplation Of Condemnation
Contemplation of condemnation,
for discrimination on almost every nation.
We fight our wars,
and justify why, we kill or have to die.
Wouldn’t we be better off instead,
to see similarities and common thread?
Instead of Global threats,
and prisoner of war beds,
and terrorists that slit their/our wrists?
What would Jesus think of all of this?
Thank God for angels shining their light,
hopefully enough people shift to make it right.
Before it's too late and our
human species is out of sight.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.4th 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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Born to Be Beautiful Defended
I know people went on their rant
about my poem 'Born to Be Fat'.
Well let me say and defend,
I write first hand my unknown friend.
Who gave you the right to decide
for a person whose tired of the fight.
The fight to look skinny and to fit in,
tired of going to the health center and the gym.
Tired of the media and the fake looking ads,
of some of the skinny models on Prozac.
Now, tell me, tell me,
have you ever been attacked?
Attacked for being fat?
Now 'fat' is the 'protection'
for a lot of souls,
who knowingly incarnate
with fat as their goal.
Now you tell me can you
control karma too?
are you God/Goddess who
thinks it through?
I don't think so,
because there's
more written in the skies,
Accept everyone's karma
and say 'no' to an 'eye for an eye'.
Written by Christina Sunrise
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House or a Home?
Memories can be etched in stone,
inside houses that are not like homes.
Homes are where people care,
not pull out each other’s hair.
House’s store energy of what was there,
Happy thoughts, or your worst nightmare.
Some houses are where people cheat,
Home is where people meet and greet.
Luckily the soul of the house can be changed,
To a better energy and be renewed again.
Only people enter my home that are sincere,
if you are not you will not get near.
(September 4, 2011)
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Evil Robot
You think I’m crazy,
maybe I’m not,
maybe it was my evil robot.
Yes, he was programmed to do the deed,
he’s filled with spite
he’s filled with greed.
Greed to succeed,
to make me lead.
I programmed him I do confess,
he will do like all the rest.
Take over my plan that I do best.
controlling minds of humans
for I’ve experimented and I did test.
I will reign once again,
in this realm of fairy land.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 12,2011
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Bless The Beach
We humans have fun on the sand
we don't care where the trash lands.
Now if we would understand
that wind, ranin and ocean waves
bring trash into sea by night and day-
maybe we would think of the beach in a
different way.
Bless the beach and the sea-
they are home of fishes, sea life that
want it to be clean.
Would you want your home filled with junk?
No, I don't think so, lets bless the beach
and keep it clean, not smelling like a skunk.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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Getting Over Stage Fright
People say imagine people naked
to get over stage fright,
I say imagine people like little suns
shining bright.
All of them bright orange beaming light,
on to my act for they make me look right,
Right to the character on my right hand,
She is the one who doesn’t understand.
Understand humans for she makes fun of them,
she only has her bat, she has no friends.
So feel for me on the stage,
I’m next to an evil puppet who’s filled with rage.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 12,2011
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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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White Truck Speeds By
I’m driving down Federal on the way to my new home,
I sense that I am not alone.
I look up to see a truck following me,
Or so I thought-
Taking a right I turn down 6th Ave.
I stop in Wallgreens parking lot.
I go through all my stuff that I packed,
I get in my car and I get back on track.
Then as I was sitting at the light,
I notice Guy’s truck real shiny and bright.
His white truck passes and roars,
I see the name of his business on his side doors.
I thought do I text him or not?
Looks like he speed so he won’t get caught.
Caught by me seeing him drive by,
Oh, well I decide to call it a night.
(Written by Christina Sunrise on August 9,2011)
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I Would Rather Be An Animal
Someday I would rather be a cow,
because I could live in the now.
I would rather be an ostrich
and bury my head in the sand,
then figure out a crazy homosapien.
Yes, a bird would be a better fit for me,
flying carefree through the trees.
Maybe a cat on the prawl,
they help the planet more then you know.
Even a dolphin who brings lots of love and cheer,
they have a lot of stored knowledge,
that’s why they are here.
I’ld rather be an animal with no problems at all,
but I guess I’m a conscious human
to remember Who You Are.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 12,2011
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No Clothes On Biker’s Back
When I was the age seventeen,
I was in a girl’s home
because my mom was really mean.
I got out for a little break,
went to girlfriend biker’s place,
and partied till very late.
We played strip poker
with a table of four,
everyone almost dropped
all their drawers.
Then I had to get back to my parent’s place,
biker drives me home naked
with no clothes on,
not a trace.
Luckily he stopped at all the stops,
we never did get pulled over by the cops.
This was right around 2 o’clock.
Next day went back to Anderson’s home,
I had to call my girlfriend’s phone,
to tell her clothes were all gone.
Yes, one of the girls ran away the night before,
girl went into my room,
stole them out of my drawer.
Runaway girl crosses the bridge to the Wisc. side,
hoping she can run from cops and hide.
Luckily my friend’s clothes did come back,
friend couldn’t wear them anyway for she was
pregnant and that was that.
Now if the runaway girl
had just wore the biker clothes the night before
I wouldn’t have to explain to my friend
why her clothes went out the door.
The moral of the story is;
While one is out getting naked,
someone is stealing your clothes that are forsaken.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.19,2011
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Exit Points
A turn down the street,
a miss of a heart beat,
could be the last day
the last day
you breathe.
Exit points
we make with God
to leave this planet
Hopefully better off
than not.
Knowing we are
going to a place
Where we call home,
don’t worry ever
You won’t be alone.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 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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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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Shy Guy
Shy guy with eyes so blue,
sitting there in the light of the moon.
Playing your guitar while shooting the breeze,
with good wine, Jim and me.
Now of course Jim knew the score,
he wanted to keep shy guy from me
because he loves and adores
thee;
and though he asked to see such a delight,
Shy guy said "no" because of a fight.
So better not to pursue
it for a wild chance,
It would end good times
around the "happy" camp.
Then my stomach felt so scared,
I know I couldn't really dare.
I would bring this to the light,
and make sure shy guys was alright.
I brought goodness to the end,
so that we all still could be friends.
Written on Jan.27,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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