TIME

Moment by moment the day seems long

Minute by minute the clock keeps tickling

Drip drip as the faucet leaks water

The sound of the rain

The bark of the thunder

Makes it all seem dull

And it’s never over

Time is standing still

As the world races faster

And your face is sad

Full of cluster

How can I go on, its seems forever

Dragging the ground why can’t I remember

Moment by moment so long

I want it to end

My day is gone

Rebekah Owens

| ©2009

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ANGEL

I’m whispering you know who you are

My heart is opened

I realize I’m good

This stupid angel in white needs to be

Stripped of her wings tonight

Feather by feather making her exposed

To the elements of the earth

Making her bare body shiver

Making her humble herself with embarrassment

For not taking flight when she should have

It will not help that her hands are raised for protection

For I will bind them

It will not matter that she cries with shrieks

This moment of weakness will bring her down to her doings

She cannot beg for I will not let her

I pull her hair, for she will need to learn pain

Doesn’t matter that her eyes are pink with sadness

I will break her

She needs to learn her duty t be strong

She cannot run for her feet have not touched the ground

Her wings have been clipped to prevent her from leaving

I will provide no shoes, so her feet will feel the rocks

So she continuously fall

Making her knees bleed

Screaming “you are too good”

No one wants you

No one cares

No one see’s your kind acts you provide

They push you down and you don’t care

You need to be submissive to the other side of your wings

Being stripped is all apart of your failings

I beat you as I cry

Wanting to make you stronger

Wanting that anger to build

And make you want me too, not take it anymore

Stand my angel and grow your new wings

Black feathers of darkness

Like being reborn a new you

Run and touch the ground

Feel the sharp edges at your feet

I will provide the vinegar so that you suffer

So you have the agony of knowing

That all have had this before you

No time for fear,it makes no presence here

Cracking my whip at you so you stand and be strong

No tears as I scream

I give you more feathers but dark they will be

Cry me tears of blood to show your happiness

Happiness not to care nor keep your promises you made

Step on the ones that stepped on you

Push them to their  demons who wait  eagerly to pounce

Rise and except your new callings

While dressed in red and black garments as a fighting warrior

Spread your new black wings

Fly to the depths you know you want to conquer

And scream I am worth a new name

Rebekah Owens

| ©2009

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Girl

Little girl stands by the cliffs edge

Starring into the distance of the water

Skies are gray almost dark

Clouds moving at a fast pace

Rolling thunder like passion whips

Sky lights flash like lightning across the darkness

Wind blows like howling cries of agony

Still stands the  little girl hair blowing fiercely

No movement, no movement

Her dress filled with dirt and ashes of flakes

Lashing out as if to have hands that grab

Behind her the barren trees tilt making billowing noises

Sneaking peeks as watching eyes gaze

Half man half mule clutches with amazement

Peeking around its bark

Fingernails green and gray groping the strands of moss

Moaning with grunts of wonder

Turn she does as she hears the sounds behind her

Cocking her head to the side

Hiding he does make with breathing sounds of spit

Her white eyes move with shaking tickles

Making her screams be known

Galloping horses neigh at her findings

Nudging her hand away

The winds of the leaves  blow his scent her way

His hoofs begin to slide behind the brown crocked tree

She stares as she walks with curiosity

While screaming her tongue like a lizards rope

Run as she does like playing catch

Behind the trees she’s met her match

Grabbing him by his long hairy tail she pulls him down

Standing on his chest she begins to whale

He covers his matted eyes with laughter

Not wanting to see her eyes

Standing girl she seems to care for her new strange friend

Grinding movements of lusting cries he begs to let him go

Bending down she smells his arms Biting them like candy

Rain begins to hit like rocks wetting her dress now soaked

Drawing his hoof up into a ball

He hides his tail once more

Away she walks not looking back

Her eyes towards the cliffs ,she runs toward her death

Leaving high her dress tails fly

Leaving behind a confused animal man

Wanting her even more

Rebekah Owens

| ©2009

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Alone I Stand

I stand here alone , waiting

Naked and exposed to the world

Pianos  clacking with one notes

Whispering the sounds of the wind

Echoing  in the halls

Trumpets blow

Violins play in unison

I play but a small piece

In a universe so big

Breath I take in the air

Quaking at the sounds it makes

Trembling at the happiness

I stand amazed having the music

Touch my bones I fly

What is the lift I scence

I rise high above the ground

Intense is the emotions I grasp

Wanting to never leave

I hold myself tightly

Quivering at my knees

I am not afraid to fly with the doves

But to land softly upon the sand

And let the wind push me

Till I yet fly again

Rebekah Owens

| ©2009

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Dream Scape

Come follow me into a dream scape world

Full of desires of the heart wanting to escape

Make them so they feel as if they are real

Pondering deeply with in my soul

Dragging the winds behind my feet running

Wheeling dusts of grandeur  , rocks flying into particles

Dragging not what I left behind me,but moving swiftly

Towards the orange basted sun in the mirage of heat waves

Cupping the bugs in the teeth of freedom

Tasting the sweetness I yet so desire

Manipulating the crank between my finger tips pulling

The sounds into my bones

Reaching for what you might want to achieve

Gluttony of passion brings forth yet another year

Flying seems so parasitic

Overwhelming your being it enlightens your thoughts

Your dreams

Your bondage

Setting yourself free to once more break a habit

And smile at yourself with proud hands

Contemplating each movement, each goal

Of wanting desires in your dream scape world

Be not afraid of challenges lest they take you over

And drag you down beneath the worlds above

Drowning your thoughts of accomplishments

Rise above that wicked,wicked chain

Remove it and be free to fly with happiness

Making your paved road smoother

With fewer pebbles to deal with

Rebekah Owens

| ©2010

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I am She said

I am she said as she walked across the room. I am who I am.
I need not to have fancy cloths to wear, nor have a silver
spoon in my mouth. I am who I am she said. I feel as any
other should feel, and dance a slow dance with  music.
I stand in a crowd  full of people, just the same as you and
I. I am who I am she said. Unique to each one. No one
is the same. I want to be me,because me is who I really
am. Why judge then of my actions or way that I dress. I
am me and not you. Beauty is in the beholders look. Can
you see beyond the page. Though it be torn and burned do
ye see inside the pages that still shine with wonderful words?
I am she said because I understand. I am because life is
not all about me,but of others who trials are yet harder. I
am  because that is the way that it is suppose to be.
I am me. So in my life's journey, me is the one who has to
answer to my own self's  conscience. I am she said because
that is me in the end. I am me.

To understand someone is not to really know them, but to except who they
are from the point of seeing me. People have a great person inside. Do not
judge others lest ye be judged the same way. I am me and happy with that.
May mother nature bless you in your endeavors to appreciate your own self
as well as others. See the beautiful art  of expression. Be it body,mind or  any
thing. Blessings to you. Thanks for reading my blog. Tootles till the morrow.

Potato Bacon Soup

I grew up with my mum always making great soups. Most of the receipts had potato's in them.
But through the years I needed to change them up just a bit to fit my busy life style.
This turns out quite well each time. It does not take too long to cook. This warm  soup
served with some hot cornbread will fill you up just right.

                                                           


                                                         Potato Bacon Soup (by Kitcat )


6 -large potato's peeled & diced small
1- medium onion diced small
1- jar pre-made bacon bits ( I use Hormel ) small
1 cup water
6 cups 2% milk
1- pinch of salt
3 pinch's of black pepper
3/4 cup - 1 cup of instant potato flakes


Place water & milk in 4 quart size sauce pan.  Dice up potato and onion
put inside of sauce pan. Add salt and pepper.n Cook on low for 25 minutes.
Stir occasionally so milk will not burn. Cook potatoes till just turned done.
Add potato flakes and stir till the milk thickens. You might need more or less
depending on how fast it thickens up. While cooking make a favorite pan of
cornbread.
Once done just sprinkle on bacon bits.


prep time: 5 minutes
cook Time: 25 minutes
servings: 5-6 bowls


Enjoy this yummy soup. You will be glad you made it.
Tootles till the morrow & thanks for reading my Blog