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You’re Found Out

I remember the day we both met,
it’s a day I long since regret.
You looked I at me and said it’s so,
looking at your eyes I didn’t know,
that you were already my immortal foe.
Now you played your cards really tight,
letting me believe everything you said was right.
Believing every word,
even the unquestionable and absurd.
Even when Dave was on to you,
you said 'he ways angry and
his words were not true.'
In the end it all comes out,
you were caught without a doubt.

Written Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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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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You Will Remember Me When

YOU WILL REMEMBER ME WHEN
Sitting in the NYC Barnes & Noble,
I met an old lady who was very bold.
Sitting there with her sheepish grin,
She made fun of everything.
Like the way Melodie looked,
She was mean and a schmook.
She talked to me like
she was the editor of Reader’s Digest,
“You’ll never be like Dr. Suess,
for he is the best,
you don’t have a chance
for he’s the best.”
Now after she was finished
with her ranting stuff,
I said with my voice a gruff.
“I will be famous one day,
and you will regret every
word you say.”
Now I realize I developed
the NYC style, really frank
But with with a smile.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011
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Mailbox Opens By Itself?

How does a mailbox open all by itself?

No, it needed a human’s help.

You opened it, then looked in,

you saw the note,

you were caught again.

So you played Sherry

with your stupid little lie,

your made up false alibi.

“All the mailbox doors

open just like M.D’s.”

“I” tried your game

this morning

it didn’t budge or

even squeak.

I could sit there all day

long opening mailboxes

till I’m blue in the face,

NO movement from my

mailbox not even a trace.

See last week you were

in my mailbox

and you took the 1st note out,

you were scared

without a doubt.

See the mailman put

mail in after that,

so this week you went

on your little rant.

You called the cops

and stated your false case,

then put a note outside my place.

Making me take the note out

before the mailman got there

the very next day,

so that I would think

the mailman took the

first note last week away.

But SEE the mail did come today,

and guess what the note did STAY.

So how did you know the note was

still in my mailbox today

and why would you care?

Because you are GUILTY

and so you dared.

You looked again—what a fool—

Like you think I’m stupid?

No, I’m on to you.

Now take your old dog

and your lying ____

and move out

while you still have

the chance.

Written on March 15,2011 by Christina Sunrise

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You'll Regret Every Word You Say

Sitting in the NYC Barnes & Noble,

I met an old lady who was very bold.

Sitting there with her sheepish grin,

she made fun of everything.

Like the way Melodie looked,

she was mean and a schmook.

She talked to me like

she was the editor of Reader’s Digest,

acting like a professional trying to impress.

“You’ll never be like Dr. Suess,

for he is the very best,

you don’t have a chance

your like all the rest.”

Now after she was finished

with her ranting stuff,

I said with my voice a gruff.

“I will be famous one day,

and you will regret every

word you say.”

Now I realize I developed

the NYC style,

really frank

but with with a smile,

just like Razel who is very blunt,

I wish she was there that day

to tell off this nut.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.6,2011

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Me And U

Is it true that your eyes are blue?

Is it true my eyes are green?

Have I seen a reflection of me?

A reflection of me in your eyes?

Like a mirror that hypnotize.

Why if it’s true, like the sages say,

that we split off on that day.

When God/Goddess made us

out of __________,

Making us shine real bright.

Now we have to face our fears,

or it will bite us in the rear.

So be sincere and endure

the lesson that cure

while we are here.

Written by Christina Sunrise on June 1,2011
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Hummingbird Hotel

There one was a Hummingbird hotel,

in Lake Worth I remember it well.

For it has stories to be told,

one is about Al Capone.

He stayed with his gang,

on one of the floors,

betting on a team

that would have

a top score.

Betting on a boxing match

that was played in Chicago,

little did anyone literally know.

Many years later I would arrive,

paint on the sidewalk

just outside,

I was happy

and filled with pride.

I was a rogue artist

that did not give up,

even when they said there

was no more spots.

Now this year the

Hummingbird hotel is closed,

still many stories need to be told,

Thank you Winston

for sharing what you know,

and letting be in the Street Painting show.

Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.21,2011

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How Would We Know?

How would we know skinny,
if we don’t know fat?
How would we know white,
if we didn’t know black?
How would we know feed,
if we didn’t know starved?
How would we know small
if we didn’t know large?
Living in a duality/relative world,
we know the difference between boy and girl.
Why judge what Source has made?
Life has different colors and different shades.
Anyways, do you think a cat or dog judges?
we now see Bulldogs that are mixed with little Pug’s.

Written By Christina Sunrise on November 13,2011

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Scam Reader

Who are you to tell me what tomorrow will bring

acting like you’re the next best thing.

Reading your tarot cards and interpreted by a fool,

she purposely said wrong things which where cruel.

Speaking French and acting you speak English no,

that’s ____ I think you should know.

Half of what you said wasn’t even true,

starting off with a contradiction how stupid of you.

Now if you were a true psychic you wouldn’t need your cards,

you could give me a reading in the dark.

So do your act with a French girl that believes your lies,

lies that you use to control and hypnotize.

And for Candy who says she’s my friend,

she had this planned right to the end.

What a carnival game you guys play,

well I have the last thing to say.

“I’m a gypsy lady and I have been around the block,

stick your cards up your _______ and then try to talk.

Written by Christina Sunrise on June 2,2011

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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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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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The Life Of A Turd

You don’t know what it’s like,
being in a toilet most of your life.
Yes, I am a turd,
I know it sounds absurd,
but hey, at least I’m not a nerd.
Now I have a family that went
down stream ahead of me,
Then went down the toilet
along with human pee.
But I’m not going to sweat or even fret,
I have lots of miles ahead of me yet.

Written by Christina Sunrise on October 1,2011
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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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I Write A Poem Everyday

I Write a poem everyday,

to keep the cobwebs away.

Like a spider who lost it's leg,

I must write or I will regret.

For I can not remember

everything,

even if I google it or

go to bing.

By Christina Sunrise on March 23,2011

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You Are The Way

Even if you don’t like your life,
it still goes on and you won’t die.
Jesus said “I am the way”
He is the “process” which is “God”
like “Us” is what he did say.
So you are raw “Energy” if you will,
constantly changing making God up ever still.
Remember consciousness never dies,
it goes on in other dimensions,
you couldn’t stop it if you tried.
Written By Christina Sunrise On December 25,2011

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Better Than Sunshine

Thoughts of you

are better than sunshine,

and sweeter than

cherry wine.

If I want to be happy

I think of you

in my mind,

then I feel fine.

Memories is

all that will be,

once we are

gone—you & me.

That’s once we are gone,

gone to the other side,

where everything is

just Divine.

So let’s make a memorie

that brings only smiles,

for they are better to

remember all the while.

Written on April 10.2011 by Christina Sunrise

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Chemistry

You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories now go to dust,

For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Not much more in the relationship store,
For it was missing it’s maturity core.

Written by Christina Sunrise Copyright 2011

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If The Planet Had No Humans

If the planet had no humans,

there would be no pollution,

under the sun.

There would be no wars,

with guns,

There would be no

Competition.

There would be no

Child abuse,

There would be no

Killers running loose.

There would be no

Oil spills by greed,

There be no words

like “mean”.

Just think if we learned

our lessons before we died,

looked out through

other people’s Eyes,

Maybe we would realize

and rebuild the planet’s dream,

to be like animals in a team.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2011

If the planet had no humans,

there would be no pollution,

under the sun.

There would be no wars,

with guns,

There would be no

Competition.

There would be no

Child abuse,

There would be no

Killers running loose.

There would be no

Oil spills by greed,

There be no words

like “mean”.

Just think if we learned

our lessons before we died,

looked out of

other people’s Eyes,

Maybe would realize

and rebuild the planet’s dream,

to be like animals in a team.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2011

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Mermaid By The Sea

Little mermaid splashing in the sea,
swimming around as free as can be.
Letting the ocean’s wave’s float you to shore,
hoping to win the heart,
of a man who totally adores,
You; deep down to your soul.
Once he has his eyes on you,
he hears a sacred note,
totally mezmorized he crashes his boat.
Now he is all yours
for you have saved his life,
from the misery of his aloneness & mortal plight.
For he’s is sad and can’t express,
all his depressing thoughts of total unhappiness.
Now with you he see’s magic in your eyes,
finally hearing your sweet voice totally mezmorize,
all of the romantic thoughts he has
starts to spin in his head,
he offers you his hand so that you may wed.
Turning himself into a merman to be with you,
living in joy with both your hearts so true.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Jan.26,2011

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Born With Green Eyes

My eyes where green since the day

I was born,

so why do I

feel sad and torn?

Because you told me

my eyes were blue,

yes big blue eyes

with green sprinkled through,

or maybe just baby blue.

Also I had a little birdy

on the outside on my lip

Asking too many questions

that were not hip.

Well, the one

question I didn’t

ask in time,

“Are my eyes

Green or are you

playing with my mind?

It is sad,

because you controlled

my mind,

well this is the very

the very last time.

So I ask “why,

why, why? '

I guess it doesn’t

matter,

you will only lie.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 8,2011

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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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