We Live In An Insane Asylum
We are nuts to some degree
we live in an insane asylum,
You and me,
Most souls don’t want to come here
for we live in a world based on fear,
We have to stay focused and be clear,
of the reality we want to achieve,
Sending pictures of what we want to see.
Knowing we can have it if we believe.
For you create your own nightmare
or a happy dream.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 17,2011
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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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What If Humans Lived In A Cage?
What if humans lived in a cage,
and animals where all the rage.
“All the World’s a Stage, ”
like Shakespeare said,
which includes all of them.
Animals know how to live,
without destroying what
has been given to them.
Now human’s can change what’s
written on the page,
even as we get old and we age.
We are all artist’s in
this planetary dream,
Why not make
our scripts of adventure
that sparkles and gleam?
Written on April 10,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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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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The Pelican
Tall and skinny with a
wrinkled face,
Women find him
rude,
grabbing their
private place.
Named Pelican,
for his nose is long,
unlike he wishes
it was his _________.
He'll rub your back
trying to get in
Your rack.
If you don't get
rid of him,
he will give you
a heart attack.
So be forwarned
of the Pelican's
smell, Razel likes
him, but not Mel.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 23,2011
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Life Will Speed Up
Life will speed up
from here on out,
You create a reality
without a doubt.
You can project
into the future
what you want,
Like “Hey, I want
a croissant.”
By intending
with your heart,
you set in motion
from the start,
but you have
to be the part.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 12,2011
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Appearances
We live in a world of appearances,
Where reality and fantasy are two other extremes.
One is what it really is, the other is what you dream.
My life is filled with contradictory messages,
only I am the fool, for I pretend to the world what I don’t want to be,
but in my heart that’s not what I see.
How long can I play this game until my sore bleed?
I must realize what I’m doing and stop myself in my tracks,
For this might go on too long, and by then there’s no turning back.
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I’m More A Mermaid Than A Butterfly
I once was told I was like a butterfly,
I fly away, fly away in the sky.
Never returning with no reason why.
I knew it was “somewhat” true,
So what do I say to you?
I’m a mermaid swimming away,
I swim, and swim in the bay.
Feeling the sunshine and it’s rays.
See, I’m a pisce’s moon,
ruled by planet of Neptune.
I hide out in the sea,
where no one bothers me.
Where the waves go crashing by,
and the dolphins jump real high.
I am most happy,
when I am set free,
not having to be someone
other than me.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 22,2011
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The Mind Of A Crazy Person
“Your asking me to be in the mind
of a crazy person”,
my friend did reply,
I can tell you this,
and here is why.
They are definetly
a waste of time.
Also, I don’t think I want to know,
these people live with made up foes,
Foes in their mind that they
Rant and rave to,
they have no clue.
They are crazy,
but they make you think,
they don’t need a shrink.
Giving you a pretty image
of all their made up lies,
giving their story more life.
So your answer to your
question is plain to see,
stay away from Crazy people,
and the world will be more happy.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 21,2011
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Last Breath
We take for granted
while we are here,
the air that fills
the atmosphere.
The breath of life
that we can not see,
is with us from the very beginning.
Clean air and good breathing
Is what we need to
take in oxygen for our
bodies to succeed,
Enjoy it in this time,
while you are fine.
Once we take are
once last breath,
our physical existence
turns towards death.
Are really gone
at all?
No, we are on the
otherside having a ball.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 22,2011
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Based On Lies
Who wants a relationship based on lies?
Two people masquerading around in disguise.
For it is illusion based on fear,
which soon is worse then _______with flies.
So, next time you come across a liar,
cut your ties fast,
no relationship based on lies can last.
Written By Christina Sunrise On December 18,2011
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In The End
In the end
I find out whose my
True friend.
For they can't
Pretend
To be—
Something other
then real to me.
They consider
how I would feel,
and not lie, or steal.
For I will always find out
without a doubt.
They are not real friend,
when all I see
is jealousy,
or stupidity of my things,
and my feelings that are dear to me.
Written on April 22,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Razel Is All The Rage In Heaven
No birthdays in heaven
we do not age,
I hear we stay around 20-30
said a sage.
Now, what will Melodie and UniCandle
unicorn do?
I think they will have to
“Sing the Blues”.
Now Razel will
have her way she is happy
and thinks she’s all the rage.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 31,2011
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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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Plants Feel
When a tree is cut down
in the forest all the other
trees feel it’s chop,
All the trees are connected
and feels it when this tree drops.
Now even your plant
even knows when you are gone,
it misses you and
needs more than water to live on.
Plants are sentient
which is true as the wind,
give the plant Kingdom kindness
for they were here in the beginning,
and help us to breathe and to live.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 12,2011
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Columbine Cradle
Mommy loses her cool, when I stay home from school.
Don’t point your toy gun at people” is what I hear,
I reply “I have to point my gun at people playing in
this video game, mommy dear”.
From the sounds of this,
it looks like mommy is not sincere.
Why it all starts at home, how we leave are children alone.
Alone to watch violent video games,
and then wonder why they act insane,
if you take away their toy guns that same day.
Now there is kids bringing guns to school,
pretending to shoot them to make themselves look cool.
It seems these children have not developed “empathy”
that they live in a world of “me and me”.
So, they grow up to be teens,
Having seen everything that could possibly be mean.
Having been desensitized, they don’t think to realize,
That they are like robots going along with the crowd
The crowd that was fed all of these video games,
While mommy claims she will go insane,
if they don’t find something to do,
so she doesn’t lose her cool.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 6,2011
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Why Not?
Why not use you,
like you used me.
I don’t think so,
I have more integrity.
See, it’s plain to see,
you took a mile and
times it times three.
Made it your way,
But I’m saying “NO WAY”
It’s time to get off this merry go round,
stop being your little clown.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 4,2011
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Are You Like All the Rest?
Are You Like All the Rest?
Are you like all the rest?
Just want to use me for sex?
I’m just tired of it,
So just go beat on your chest.
I will not waste my time,
I have better things to do then hear you whine.
Don’t tell me you want to be my Valentine…
O.K I’ll try you out for fun,
Don’t think you’re the only one.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 6,2011
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Three Dog Night
Chuck Negron
who I did meet
is really sincere
and really sweet.
I told him I wrote
'Poems of
Inspiration
and Recovery'
People who
read them
can feel
better with discovery.
My poems have
words in them
like the word
“pray”.
These poems
where on
display
in Hazelden Ctr.
that very
same day.
Now he did
sign my book
writing to my
alias Suzae.
The book he
wrote is
“Three Dog Nightmare”.
describing
his life which
is almost like
one of Razel’s
“Frightmares”
It’s about
his drug
addiction
& his word
of hope,
for anyone
addicted to
or strung out on dope.
Now buy it on
Amazon or at
your local bookstore,
it’s worth every penny
and then some more.
Written on April 2nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Sun Comes Shining Out
The sun comes shining out so bright,
blinding my eyes like a deer in the night.
All the clouds have moved away,
troubles in my mind no longer stay.
I can think without worry no more,
I have been lead to answers at my door.
I was once left hanging with the question why?
Now I know the answer, and have to sigh.
Better to understand the past,
not to make decisions
that make problems last.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 24,2011
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Read My Palm
Try to read me if you can,
My life story changes on
The landscape of my hand.
Didn’t you know that the
Lines change all the time,
Depending on how you
live your life.
Now I was told years ago,
that I would travel a lot
and make money on the go.
a lot of money which
I would have come my way
Hollywood would set me up
in hotels I would stay.
Now new movie script
almost written and 2
Children’s books to create,
I have to finish before it’s too late.
Now time doesn’t run out on
the other side,
so I don’t have to worry
I should have it all done before I die.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011
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