Return To Innocense
We shatter the myths that have passed down on our heads
we awaken now and make our new beds.
We follow our hearts more with each passing day
we get out of our heads and let our hearts lead the way.
We return to the innocence of a child
who questions the world, but with a smile.
Not the sinister grin of mistrust
but the perception of things as robust.
The flowers now sing and the birds light the sky
the clouds paint a picture and the geckos cry.
The plants bow down to you as you look up at them
they are all a part of this new planetary transformation.
The veil is lifting in the cosmic scheme
we have forgotten in this timing of things.
No business as usual which will bite you in the ass
you have to set new priorities if we are to have a chance.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012
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A New Reality
As we change our mindsets
we change the past
We live in the moment for it is the one that lasts.
We lighten the burden of identification to circumstances
and learn to follow are heart in exuberance.
For the veil is lifting and nature reveals
a visit from higher dimensions is upon us if we don't yield.
For if we don't claim our inonnence and just believe
we will make our own hell and suffer with grief.
For the eyes of the innocence and the pure at heart
will see all as one family community and not be a part.
Written By Christina Sunrise on July 16,2012
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We Assume
We live in a world where we assume,
we assume stuff in our heads
that are of a different tune.
A different tune that the other person thinks,
because this person is living their own dream.
So it doesn't matter what you say or do
if you are not on the same page by answering it through.
So if you want to just assume,
you might as well go play with a child's balloon.
For it has a lot of hot air,
it doesn't matter if you even care.
So ask your questions, but look for reason why
for you are not the one who decides-
How a person should live their life.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012
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A Planet Without Punishment
To be punished we need to feel ashamed
we are in a losing battle of Victim against Judge every day.
Now what if the Planetary Dream was changed?
What if we never had to be punished and made to feel ashamed?
Guilt and shame are not normal feelings we have
these two things are forced on us to make us feel bad.
Now over in India they have a philosophy
it helps teach children to freely express
to feel joyful, sad and happiness.
They are never heard the word 'NO'
they are treated like Kings and Queens
and nurtured as they grow.
Now what if we lived in a world with High Self Esteem?
It was the norm and nothing in between or very extreme?
We would then have a new Planetary Dream
where there is no punishment, no prisons, cops and
people dying from a killing machine.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 21,2012
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Mother Not Nice
Sitting in Starbucks I couldn't help but hear
A women talking mean her son while I was sitting near.
She ends up hitting him—
what the ____this is very grim...
Why bring him to a business meeting
where child now has to have a score card-
A score card—for what?
A child is a child why
treat him with this regard.
Why do parents even have kids
let alone bring them to a public place—
where a child who is scolded and
made to feel a disgrace.
We are still living the old planetary dream—
everything in the extreme—
Child is not at fault for wanting to go outside-
why did she bring him along when he could of stayed
inside—inside his house with his father who was home—
people are not realistic—I could go on and on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 15,2012
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Little Birdy In A Cage
Little birdie in a cage,
all grown now,
you’ve come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows
to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that’s very grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 20,2011
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Consciousness Over Denial
Denial is learned when you are young
for it is a way to protect you from everyone.
Everyone that hurts you by their abuse
it is a way to make things better
for there's nothing you can do.
Now when you are older it doesn't work that way
for denial will lead you 'not into reality' but totally astray.
Some people are toxic, game players
who don't know that they are-
Better for you to see the signs
and end it before it goes too far.
You have no control over people, places or things
they are the ones who need help and have to change.
Of course You have to become healthy and whole—
Love yourself more so that you will know.
Know when you are doing something unconscious
in which you then start to rationalize-
Now you can stop yourself-
and do something conscious in which
you finally really do decide.
Decide you are the one in control of your life.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 11,2012
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Looking Back On The Year
Looking back on this year,
did you spread love and good cheer?
Did you help an old lady across the street,
did you give some food to the homeless,
something for them to eat?
Did you count your blessings
for they are more than one,
did you write a poem, paint a picture
and have some fun?
Did you dance and sing out loud?
Did you look at the full moon between the clouds?
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 12,2011
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The Things We Dare Not Tell
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear;
Or we nod and smile the social while, and we say we're doing well,
But we break our hearts, oh, we break our hearts! for the things we must not tell.
There's the old love wronged ere the new was won, there's the light of long ago;
There's the cruel lie that we suffer for, and the public must not know.
So we go through life with a ghastly mask, and we're doing fairly well,
While they break our hearts, oh, they kill our hearts! do the things we must not tell.
We see but pride in a selfish breast, while a heart is breaking there;
Oh, the world would be such a kindly world if all men's hearts lay bare!
We live and share the living lie, we are doing very well,
While they eat our hearts as the years go by, do the things we dare not tell.
We bow us down to a dusty shrine, or a temple in the East,
Or we stand and drink to the world-old creed, with the coffins at the feast;
We fight it down, and we live it down, or we bear it bravely well,
But the best men die of a broken heart for the things they cannot tell.
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Stay The Same Or Change?
For most of human race we have laws,
for we are not consciously evolved.
Consciously evolved to where we all
do not live in fear,
We are not there for everyone,
we are not all sincere.
Now we all were born into this
planetary dream,
so until it’s changed,
more unless things will stay the same.
So do we stay the same or change?
The choice is ours, it is our game.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
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Heart Of Gold
Born with a fresh slate
we have no choice what is put on our plate.
But now we have the freedom to choose,
if we want to end the abuse.
Abuse we do on ourselves each day-
in our heads we make our graves.
better to come from a 'Heart Of Gold'
Heal the wounds that have been sewn.
Put a dab of love on them with kind
words of a loving friend
so that we can be free in the end.
Written by Christina Sunrise on May 11,2012
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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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Everything Is A Gift
Every object in your human world
is a gift from heaven since you
were a boy or girl.
We don't own anything
even that diamond ring.
We are from the other dimensions
we are here to enjoy without
discrimination.
But we get into our ego states
turn things to greed and to hate.
Then you are gone with a blink of an eye
where you grateful when things came into your life?
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 2,2012
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Grand Remapping Of Reality
As we change our mindsets
we change the past
We live in the moment for it is the one that lasts.
We lighten the burden of identification to circumstances
and learn to follow are heart in remembrance.
For the veil is lifting and nature reveals
a visit from higher dimensions is upon us if we don't yield.
For if we don't claim our innocence and try to perceive
we will make our own hell and suffer and grieve.
For the eyes of the innocence and the pure at heart
will see all as a family community and not be a part.
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You Don't Have To Paint Me A Picture
The kiss was colder than I remember
When we first said hello
I guess the flame's now a little lower
I can feel you letting go
You know the pain drops a little darker
Then when you first put it on
I guess your love's like some old cheap and magic marker
Said forever nice go
But you don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
When we first fell, we fell a long way
Summer nights and winter days
Mountain sunrise, ocean sunset
Hand in hand in the haze
Now it's cold heart summer evenings
And there's clouds on my sunrise
But you don't have to smile and say you're happy
I can see what's in your eyes
You don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
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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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Observer
OBSERVER
I’ve been an observer all my life,
of middle class, wealthy and poverty’s strife.
I’ve been an observer of child abuse, love and loyalty,
Prejudice, betrayal and myths of society.
I’ve observed hypocrisy, mind games and planetary dream.
None of this has affected my soul,
duality has helped me learn and grow.
For God’s way will always be, just look at what’s not working in society.
It’s not man’s plan but God’ cosmology.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 6,2011
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Would Skunky Come Clean?
Skunky knew his lies would not last,
even though Sue gave him one very last chance.
She was waiting for Skunky's time to slip
he couldn't help having his tail make him trip.
For Skunky would sooner or later show his true smell
he couldn't help it Sue knew him well.
He tried to be all nicey-nice
but Sue knew it would melt like heat melts ice.
So now with a long list of questions asked
would Skunky come clean and clear his ____?
Sue could really care less,
she knew Skunky was just a mess.
So for tit for tat in the end
Sue knew Skunky could never be a true friend.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012
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Kundalini Rising
We have eleven planets—not nine
in December of 2012 they will all align.
kundalini in the planets will rise
also in humans to help actualize.
We will go into 10 dimensions not three
we will experience more in which to see.
A great time is at hand—
be more conscious and understand.
For the Light Workers will help lead the way
if we listen to them we will not stray.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 25,2012
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All One
Act as if we were all one
act as if one consciousness under the sun.
No time and space-
totall bliss all over the place.
Now that is were you go
when you meditate and are quite so.
What if the world did that everyday?
Would this keep war and killing at bay?
Only we have forgotten what we are
don't we know we are made from the stars?
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 14,2012
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Be Like The Birds
When we are born we eminate
our past lives through our pores.
We come into this life not knowing a thing
Past life karma needs to be cleansed.
One way to do that is to stop for a day
just feel, don't think-be a bird on it's way.
Birds don't need to know where they are flying
they just get their internally without even trying.
So be like a bird and let things flow
you are guided like the birds so just let it go.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 19,2012
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