Trapped in a Cage
I blew out my candles,
And this is what I saw,
I saw a tiny fairy inside a crystal ball.
She told me “do not look back,
Keep going forward, you are on the right track.”
Then I heard a familiar sound, music playing all around,
The singer who was singing sounded like a sage,
She sang these words: “Your love is trapped in a cage,
you have put it on hold, for you are writing fast before old age.
but you have more to write about, soon you will be free without a doubt.”
Then I realized I have heard the voice of the Divine, it has lead me to beware
Wher I have been blind. I still get stuck in the past, the past hurts that not need to last.
I heal the parts of myself to bring me back to being whole, happy to just be, without trying so.
(Written by Christina Sunrise on August 9,2011)
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Trapped in a Cage
I blew out my candles,
And this is what I saw,
I saw a tiny fairy inside a crystal ball.
She told me “do not look back,
Keep going forward, you are on the right track.”
Then I heard a familiar sound, music playing all around,
The singer who was singing sounded like a sage,
She sang these words: “Your love is trapped in a cage,
you have put it on hold, for you are writing fast before old age.
but you have more to write about, soon you will be free without a doubt.”
Then I realized I have heard the voice of the Divine, it has lead me to beware
Wher I have been blind. I still get stuck in the past, the past hurts that not need to last.
I heal the parts of myself to bring me back to being whole, happy to just be, without trying so.
( August 9, 2011)
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Crime Is A Spiritual Problem
If we go back in time
with all of our past lives-
we will find the answer to why
we have committed a crime.
Also if we heal our energy field with hands
we can go in and remove
heal all that is stored there
more so then we can understand.
Doing so we heal the physical body in return
this is something I will do and learn.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 26,2012
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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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Send Them Home
Dark spirits stuck in first plane
need to be released back to light again.
Many light workers are incarnate here
to add more light to darkness take away fear.
Fetuses souls trapped also from abortions pain
they feel abandoned bring home again.
Help all souls from disaster of 911
assist them in reaching peaceful heaven.
All catastrophes that have struck
tsunami, hurricanes, tornadoes amuck.
Bring lost souls back to source
see etheric bodies take upward course.
Native American Ceremony "Afterlife"
will lead them back to the light.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2012
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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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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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Saved By Light
Dannion Brinkley
was “Saved By The Light”
all spiritual writing
in the book he writes.
Yes, he says we
are powerful
Spiritual beings
coming to this plane,
to help inspire and change.
He was asked like many
who die and come back to tell,
'What Love have you given,
or did you make life on Earth hell? '
Now not quite those words,
but haven’t you heard,
you can affect people
with small little things,
there is a chain reaction
from what your action brings.
So let your actions be of
Consciousness thought,
that helps people grow
and not stay in their lot.
Dannion words are true,
I met him and
he speaks firsthand to you.
Believe what you can,
read his book to see his view.
Written on April 17,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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For Mum
Dear mom,
I heard ppl growing old and die
but noone told me you would
Now you'd left me stranded unabide
The familiar privillege i used to adore
The perfect faith i had for life
Has become remorsed in a sigh
I heard times flies so fast and wait for noone
But nobody said i'll be run out of it
Way long back with yr endless sincerity
Yr flawless devotion last longer than yr wedding ring
Yr perfect guidance through my childhood to motherhood
All are worth thousand of fairy stories
I heard sweet memory will bring joy
But noone told me it cost tears of loosing
Never ceased display yr love &passion
The small precious things like friendly chat over dinner
The great support through all moment like waiting up on my first date
carved a colorful tatoo in my heart
I heard there's a time for everything
But nobody told me everything takes time
How the time transformed yr strong will into miracle
The tiny fragile kids you brought up in pain
The mature figure you hold with proud smile
You had strive to give us things that shall not perish, yr loving life
Thank you mom
RIP Sept,22nd 2011
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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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Denial
We live in a world of denial
we pretend nothing is wrong we keep our smiles.
but nothing can hold back the pain,
from driving us insane.
We don’t have to admit how we truly feel,
because then we have to admit it is real.
For it is easier to hold feelings inside,
then have admitted it hurts and cry.
For our inner child is very sad,
and we don’t believe we can hold her tight
with both hands.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 25,2011
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Enjoy Your Life
Enjoy your life in this time,
while you are stilling doing fine.
Once we take our last breath,
our physical existence turns towards death.
Are really gone at all?
No, we are on the other side having a ball.
Life goes on and on and on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on August 21,2011
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Common Language
Common Language
The common language of Earth and galaxies everywhere,
is Soul Language, which sentient beings all do share.
Share their thoughts about conflict and strife,
bring back “peace” and end killing of life.
Life of course cannot die,
but can be needs to be respected, cherished and not denied.
Like Peter of Galilee,
was speaking Soul Language to 1,000 people times 3.
They all knew what he had said,
Pilgrims followed the teachings in which they were lead,
and became followers of The Way,
teachings for daily living of Jesus on that Pentecost Sunday.
Now nations of Earth can speak from a common ground,
hear the purist voice in the purist form without a sound.
Soul language has the presence of the divine,
it’s wisdom is used in Soul Language all the time.
Soul language can heal the conflict of the nations
Of Earth, make had a new world view in it’s rebirth.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 19,2011
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Photos Of Paul Anka
Standing near I photograph a man,
who’s small in stature,
but voice is grand.
Having to take many photos of,
a Singing Legend with Palm Beach ladies
who all just love;
Thee.
As the music plays on by the pool,
Donald's dances with Melania looking smooth & cool.
Then Mya says “Let me see what you took,
Wow! Those are great, I like that look! ”
Mya is discriminatory and wants the best,
she nods her head while saying
“Yes, all these photos pass my test,
they all do look very fabulous! ”
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Radio Adelaide
you'll never see a straight face from me
i've got a problem showing emotion
and sucking up my guts
you'll never get an answer from me
i always keep it stuck in my head
a million words i could have said
you say you're so overwhelmed with me
and it's because of me
don't you say, you know i heard you said you know
don't you say, you know anything about me
don't you say, you know i heard you said you know
don't you say, you know anything about me
i'll never show you my frustrations
are left to guarding me to hold it back
i find it hard to just relax
please disriguard my opinion
i try to only care when i'm asked
it helps to get off my chest
you say you're so overwhelmed with grief
and it's because of me
so,
don't you say, you know i heard you said you know
don't you say, you know anything about me
don't you say, you know i heard you said you know
don't you say, you know anything about me
the point has been right in front of you, in plain view
the past it does not only repeat
it holds you,
i can't
get you the words you say,out of my head
out of my head
don't you say, you know i heard you said you know
don't you say, you know anything about me
don't you say, you know i heard you said you know
don't you say, you know anything about me
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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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Hypocrisy
Keep your pretty wife pregnant so you can cheat,
while going to a hooker on the street.
Go to church on Sundays to annul your sins,
so you can gossip about the neighbors all over again.
People fight wars, so nations can keep their oil,
while the nations worker pay taxes with back wrenching toil.
In the meantime use oil to pollute the Earth’s water and soil.
Start “Holy Wars” in the name of God,
Why don’t animals fight like this such as a cat or a dog?
They are just a part of God’s divine plan,
why they heal both woman and man.
So why can’t human beings start SEEING
that there is more than meets the eye,
It’s too late for BAU because we could die.
BAU means “business-as-usual”
explained in the Awaking into Oneness book,
read it in the Forward when you have a look.
Written on Feb 9,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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The Echo
I heard my voice come back to me.
The echo of it yearned to be
free to travel and be heard,
free to echo out each word.
I yelled some sounds and patiently
awaited their return to me.
All was fine until I said
words to turn my face quite red.
Racy words that I'd never say,
words that could be called risque.
When they came back it sounded worse
than if I yelled a blatant curse.
Embarrassed to hear my voice repeat,
I closed my mouth and did retreat
away from the place that echoed me,
praying these words would not be free
to travel anywhere.
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Faraway Planet
We live on a faraway
Planet in the Milky Way,
why would we
kill each other every day?
We are known as
the insane asylum
of the universe,
It makes sense,
even if it hurts.
We will overcome
all of evil and negativity,
one day we will be set free.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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South Beach 2000
It was the year 1999,
traveling with a virgin
who complained all the time.
I told him lets celebrate
the millennium straight up like helium.
It was such a hoot,
I walked the beach,
was in photo & video shoots.
Yes, then we walked the street,
everyone was driving the beat.
Heard Madonna was there,
pissed off in her car because of
traffic everywhere.
Walking saying “Happy New Year”
to everyone,
having so much fun
on the millennium.
Then at corner I did stop
where photographer was
so I posed for a shot.
I told him me and Melodie
would be famous one day,
He shook my hand and walked away.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
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Storyteller Emma Jean
I’m wearing a sparkling blue ring,
from precious Mother Emma Jean.
This ring gives me power to storytell,
Emma Jean told stories and she did it well.
Now she told a story I will never forget,
she weaves the story of the “Headless Horseman”.
telling her story in Missouri at a really young age,
better then Grimm’s Fairy Tales writes it on the page.
Her voice changes in fluctuation and stance,
weaving words like a rhythmic dance.
Even though Emma Jean’s gone,
I will tell her stories so they will live on.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.15,2011
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