Two Souls Trapped
An elderly couple in their car
smashed into a wall
they didn't go very far.
Car was removed but their souls fought on
the wife yelled 'If you would of looked
are car would of moved and we would be gone.'
Psychic heard the fight for weeks on end
the couple never made it to heaven.
Until one day in this Vegas parking lot
the psychic never heard them and then she thought-
another psychic must of told them to go to the light
or if not they moved someone where else to have their fight.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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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
Copyright 2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
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Interdimensional Selves
When you dream you can help lost souls
psychics do it, and don't really know.
Psychic did it when she was asleep
she was in another dimension where
lost souls came to be.
They needed to be purified
so that they could go to the light.
Psychic felt love towards all of them
they were happy they went to the light
once again.
Written by Christina Sunrise on October 26,2012
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Sweet and Soft Whispers
I may not be a bit psychic...
But I know it's there.
That love inside you fight.
With a wish I might like it.
No, I may not be a psychic...
But that fragrance you wear is in the air.
You want to give me a chance.
To cuddle up and romance.
I believe you want me alone.
To claim and have me as your own.
You want me close enough to hear...
Those sweet and soft whispers in my ear.
And I may not be a bit psychic.
But I know it is there.
That love inside you fighting to appear.
With a wish that I might like it.
And have it in my arms to hold it near.
Oh...
Your excitement you try to hide.
But I know it's there.
And not that deep inside.
And I just may keep it a secret...
Until you make me aware.
I may not be a psychic...
But I know what you feel,
For me...
Is there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Do We See Ghosts?
I finally did realize
that we see ghosts with our third eye.
That is how we see this other dimension
it is where are thoughts come from without a question.
People see auras which is the light of our souls
most people who have developed their 3rd really do know.
We all can develop our psychic abilities if we concentrate
there is a science now behind it and it is great.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 9,2012
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Sophia The Psychic She Lived Down The Road
Sophia the psychic she lived down the road
She knew the roads she knew the souls
An Antipythia of the broken heart
Wept ‘don’t know thyself ‘tis too deep’
Know thy paths not entangled they are
‘spread like lilies’ not needing the truth
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
Sophia the psychic she met me one day
I looked into her eyes compassion I smiled
Yes, she started, and she could not stop
Against my smile her intermittent sobs
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
‘Tis passion Sophia I asked
Why are you telling me what I already know
Obsession, Sophia, leave the past in peace
Take some rest and do not worry
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
I am centuries old as well but still too young for your tears
And don’t ask for my coins for I have none
All the pearls of wisdom you’ve already gained
There’s no way for you to be repaid
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Your Book Of Love
Don’t tell me you’ love me,
or even I’m great,
especially on our second date.
I don’t care if it’s date twenty three,
if you are crazy don’t
ask to marry me.
I know you said it
is written in the stars,
that the psychic told you,
well her head is
on Mars.
In the end we couldn’t
even be friends,
because of your lying,
scheming which you
will never make amends.
So don’t pretend
Or try to defend
Your “Book of Love”
Has lost it’s bookends.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011
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You Ain't Got It Like a Psychic
You can't tell me what I'm thinking...
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
Tell my neighbors and friends,
What I do and who for!
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
Waiting to set you back with a heart attack.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that,
With a heart attack!
You can't tell me what I'm thinking,
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You may not like it.
My name ain't Mike,
And I'm 'bout to take a hike!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
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Pick A Fight
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You say that I'm the only one
The one you're looking for
Try and keep a straight face when you laugh
You talk to me like I'm a saint
But all your friends just say
We have been so over for some time
And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You say you changed your mind again
You don't know how you feel
Give me some more time is what you say
You wanna use me like a toy
That you get bored with
Now you wanna store me far away
And I know that you had the best intentions for me
I know that what you're saying is goodbye...goodbye
I can't be happy without you
You can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight now
You say it's written in the stars
Some psychic read it in my cards
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
I can't be happy without you
I can't be happy without me
Still you always wanna pick a fight with me
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight with me?
You always say what you don't mean
You always say the things that hurt me
Why do you pick a fight
Why do you pick a fight
You always pick a fight with me
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2 Words
I said two words in your audio cage,
you looked at me like I was a sage.
I’m well aware of all the signs,
I see similarities all the time.
Signs were in the movie that we both viewed,
it had in it my birth state that was the 1st clue.
then the same vehicles we both drive,
that helped me put it together and finally realize.
Then there was the other one who was like you,
you both were the same age,
like your girlfriends too.
But it does not end all here,
my vengeful psychic lied
to me later that year.
Vengeful psychic wanted me,
to move to the place by the sea,
this was all about the year 2003.
Then she said something was up in 2008,
she told me to go to California before it was too late,
she denied that there was another one in this state.
We both know she said 'he is by the sea',
she tried to prevent the meeting of the 'man for me'.
trying to make me believe a false delusional reality,
so much for the my mislead memories,
I can write all about them now in my diaries.
Knowing that one word begins with an 's'
second word has a two letters from the word
'mess'
I don't know if you can guess,
they say this person is the best!
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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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Be Conscious
For those who are unconscious will react-
you have to be conscious and stay on track.
Think only positive thoughts to add to the greater good-
keep out Dark Forces during Halloween's neighborhood.
Holy Events will happen once again-
towards November through December-years end.
Veil is thinner for those with psychic skills
remember you are in power and say mantras
to take away spirits ills-
Let them go to the light-
very easy when you do it right.
Anyhow I digress-
everyone can help keep energies here the best-
By Being Conscious of your thoughts-
it helps empaths not have too much negative shots.
But hey, shields we are learning to keep out-
anything negative in energy field without a doubt.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 13,2012
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Help Indigos And Cyrstal Children
New children have incarnated here,
they are here to help the planet,
now let’s listen to them, time is near.
Why they are psychic and have
many answers to share,
Don’t think they have Attention Deficit Disorder
and put them on Ritalin drug because you fear.
I took care of many Crystals and Indigos,
they are spiritual children who need
honesty, understanding for they know.
Hopefully they don’t all become hopeless,
because we put them on drugs,
we will reap what we sow,
better to learn from them and help the planet grow.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 12,2011
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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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Gecko Talks to Me
“I wish I was in a human body”,
the gecko said as he walked across the screen.
He spoke to me after the ghost turned back on my t.v.
I said o.k. I won’t mess with the t.v.
Then an hour later,
the fan went on and off 1 x 3.
I just let it do its thing,
why fight with a ghost I can’t see?
Then when in the bathroom,
I heard a noise coming from the other room,
I looked to see if everything was o.k.
until the light went out
without a clue.
Now 2 weeks later,
the fan starts by itself again,
I realize it’s my ghost friend.
(Written Suzae Chevalier on August 14, 2011 )
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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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No More Lies
You yelled at me, you told me lies,
but I don't need to sympathize,
with your made up alibis.
Enoughs, enough I'm through with your games,
you thought you had me just the same.
But I'm in my power, my little fool,
your Drama bag has no more tools.
So now we speak on my own turf,
this is my domain
For I'm all the dragons
in Drachen Wurf.
Need I say More? ? ? ?
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 28,2010
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Rain Or Shine?
I knew we needed rain last Monday night
so I prayed for rain within my mind.
Then it rained for 2 days or more-
I heard later no rain this week was in store.
I told a blond lady the next day—
she said think of sunshine with its ray.
Then a red haired lady
told me stop the rain or she will be mad—
I prayed -the rain stopped I was glad.
Even the tennis players are not sad—
for they can play their game
making it the best they ever had.
Even Easter was nice so the Easter bunnies
could hop over the grass.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 8,2012
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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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2 Words
I said 2 words in your audio cage,
you looked at me like I was a sage.
I'm well aware of all the signs,
I see similarities all the time.
Signs were in the movie that we both viewed,
it had in it my birth state that was the 1st clue.
then the same vehicles we both drive,
that helped me put it together and finally realize.
Then there was the other one who was like you,
you both were the same age,
like your girlfriends too.
But it does not end all here,
my vengeful psychic lied
to me later that year.
Vengeful psychic wanted me,
to move to the place by the sea,
this was all about the year 2003.
Then she said something was up in 2008,
she told me to go to California before it was too late,
she denied that there was another one in this state.
We both know she said 'he is by the sea',
she tried to prevent the meeting of the 'man for me'.
trying to make me believe a false delusional reality,
so much for the my mislead memories,
I can write all about them now in my diaries.
Knowing that one word begins with an 's'
second word has a 2 letters from the word
'mess'
I don't know if you can guess,
they say this person is the best.
Written on 1/26/2011 by Suzae Chevalier
Copyright 2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
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Psychic Vacuum
Still twisting and suggesting
Some passengers
Play with my nerves
It paralyses dexterity
Inculcating anxiety
Can compromise my reason
Reach out of trance
How could I stop the entrance
Over the stress
I have to find the weakness
Involve a quest
Between my mind and myself
Head is like a burning house
What can I do for my rescue
Inverse the strike to take the lead
Then following what I believe
Ain't got the same conception
I'm now able
To push those spirits outside
My thought is free
And forever lives in me
Psychic transfer
I've stolen their unique power
Nothing can stop the evacuation
Nothing can stop the psychic vacuum
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