Everything Is Sublime
Everything is Sublime
45 years 4 months and 4 days of time,
Everything is sublime,
Living in a world of fantasy,
Were everything is reflected back to me.
Did I write the script before I was born?
My heart is sad, I feel torn.
Now, I know I don’t have complete control
For my destiny is controlled by my soul.
Knowing this now, I know if I do my best,
God will take care of the rest.
(By Suzae Chevalier on September 6, 2011)
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Pillow Monster Wants To Interview Suzaria
Suzaria is the princess that Pillow Monster knows,
she is living now right on the street Coconut Row.
Lexius the wizard takes her to all the fun places that are nice,
he buys her nice things without thinking twice.
Pillow Monster wants to interview her on his radio show,
but Suzaria is too busy filming videos on the go.
Maybe next time when she is in his town,
she might do an interview if Pillow Monster dresses up like a clown.
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Reverse Negative Society
In a reverse negative society light brown is dark blue, dark brown is light blue hue,
see on Razel’s planet, ice rocks are stronger then granite and what is up is down,
and what is left is right, and what is blue is brown. Now Razel face is more brown these days, she was stung with one of Melodie’s heat rays, which then sent her into a Jimmy Hendrix purple hair haze. Even Melodie’s hair is yellow, which makes her so mellow.
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Originality
I may fall,
but I will always get back up,
Nothing in this world can stop me
from getting back on top.
For we are all are at the top of our own game,
No two people are alike or even the same.
We all original and create likewise,
No duplications in God’s world,
nothings under disguise.
Everyone is unique and totally great,
We create Who We Are every single day.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
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Roses Are Blue
Roses are blue, violets are red
get that thought out of your head.
I have a crooked smile/wicked grin,
I'm your 'precioius' evil twin.
Roses are red violets are blue
I have lustful thoughts of you.
Bring me some red wine,
I will be your Sweet Valentine.
Roses are blue violets are red
Who said we can’t go to ____?
I guess I’m way too much fun,
You know l will always be number One.
Written on Jan.13,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Love Is A Circle
Love is not here to fade away
like the raindrops on a rainy day.
Love is not given for us to mold,
Like a clay pot, or as a necklace made of gold.
Love is not give for us to hord
Behind a closed heart in which it's stored.
But love is give openly without fear
From someone like you I cherish so dear.
Love is a circle, like a track with a choo choo train
To be given and given and given again.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 3,2012
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Gecko Meets Me
I told a gecko telepathically
“I wish I could once touch thee,
I looked at my hand and instantly
gecko was there,
really soft and light as air.
Gecko was very smooth and cool,
like water in a swimming pool.
Then gecko jumps off my hand
just like that as fast as he can,
Hopefully gecko is safe at home,
over by the flowers and gnomes.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 30,2011
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We Are One Soul
Wouldn't you know we are all one soul,
The Soul of God broken into many,
condensed together by themselves
to make a Suzy or a Lenny.
Networked together with the matrix of webs,
thoughts go out like and meet like the internet.
Some say we a telepathically connected to 1,000 or more
you might think of someone and then see them at the store.
Written by Christina Sunrise on June 27,2012
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Holiday In Hell
Yes, I heard a preacher today say a “Holiday In Hell”
that’s when the “Anti-Christ” makes his spell.
No human, animal or God’s creature can fight his wrath,
for he will have everyone fooled into his trap.
But what if Anti-Christ is a Woman?
How do we know it’s a Man and it’s a given?
Even what is in Chapter 13 of the book of Revelation is sexiest I think,
why if it was a woman she would make the temple in Israel pink.
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No Guns
In a highly evolved society they do not have guns
They do not shoot animals for sport or fun.
They do not watch movies where killing is the story
they do not have movies that are even gory.
They have no pain body so they do not inflict pain-
they do not come from ego, fear, greed for financial gain.
Now our planet has a long way to go—
will we ever live in the Golden age which we are told?
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 19,2012
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