Hopes On Dopes
Making wishes,
getting up your hopes,
you realize you wasted
your time and he is a dope.
A dope in the sense of the word,
that he might do drugs, he might do her.
Not knowing what he really claims to say,
it always ends up his own way.
You realize you are the fool,
they never taught you this at school.
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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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Pillow Monster Meets Skunky
Pillow Monster read in the paper an interesting tale—
he read about 'Stinky Skunky's' poems where
Skunky was a sneaky spy for Razel not Mel.
Yes, Skunky was hypnotized to tell his lies
and also to take the Suzarian Star prize…
Now Skunky was caught and had to defend
his pride—
he could no longer tell a lie and hide.
So Pillow Monster thought and did reply—
I will interview Skunky and see if he
is a real 'Zitalian Skunk' or a 'Great Guy'.
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Room Full Of Fools
ROOM FULL OF FOOLS
Your looking for love in a 'room full of fools',
4 are drunks, and 2 are cruel,
You know all of them are no good for you.
Only you are the fool
for you know you won’t find love,
You keep hoping and praying
things will change,
Only you are caught in the drama and
you're on Center stage.
You have to wake up because you are dreaming
do not repeat this nightmare again.
Written by Christina Sunrise Copyright 1997-2011
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My Soul's Name
Going to the Akashic records up in then air
I found my Soul's book I did share.
No, not really is Zenoch my soul's name
I have to keep my real soul name a secret
it is sacred so I refrain.
My Soul's book has my hieroglyphic
for my soul also has a sound.
It is very harmonious to me I have found.
Now I will say my soul's name and go
back there once again
My soul gives me power to be my best friend.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 11,2012
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Your Belief Makes It So
If you say " I can heal" lets say
you will—your body will then obey.
For it is all about a state of mind—
it has to be sane I sincerley do find.
Your mind has to be emotionally stable
then you can affirm for which you are able.
I was lucky I got out of a funk
I am grateful I can say that much.
For oils of Dr. Gregory helped me get on track
get my mind stable and nervous system back.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 14,2012
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Illusion
I should look at the man for what he is,
and not for what I imagine he could be.
Because I know my fantasy could hurt me.
I am the only one I should focus on, and forget pretense.
For, if I set up in my mind what I want to have happen—
Life baffle us mortals—
-we cling on and never let go of the outcome.
We always seem to be able to press on
to another illusion in hope it will come to pass.
Written 2006 & 2010 by Christina Sunrise
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Total Control
Your getting dumb,
while I’m getting cold,
I’m getting younger,
while your getting old.
I cast my “CONTROL” spell on thee,
making your mind forget your reality,
making you blind so you can’t see,
that I have control of your kingdoms keys.
Yes, all the doorways are controlled by me,
YOUR offspring won’t inherit this monarchy.
for I will be top Queen
controlling this land of Royalty.
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Chrisitna Sunrise
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Rats For Neighbors
Rats scramble across the floor,
making loud noises like never before.
They are in the attic having a fun time,
they are nesting together they know it’s Christmastime.
Wind blows and they huddle together,
they are smart, they know better.
Rats lived in the back house and now they are in the front,
if they are of the same family I’m out of luck.
They are from Europe and they are die hards at that,
they will want to stay in a house not a flat.
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Things To Ponder
If you don’t make up your mind,
your mind will make it up for you.
Modeling is more ingrained
then trying to remember.
What you resist persists.
Things are just as “is”.
All life is consciousness
expressing itself.
Many teachers came to make
us “remember”.
On this planet we are just a “blink” in time.
Soon there will be no “time”.
Written By Christina Sunrise On December 31,2011 at 1: 55pm.
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