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 Apr 2013 Owen Phillips
Marian
In the coolness of the forest
On a bed of thick hunter green moss I knelt
And lifted my eyes up to the dark sapphire sky
And prayed that God would help my Mom
To understand that I would do anything
Just to get her darling fuzzy feline beauties
Back and safe home
In the coolness of the forest this prayer I prayed
Very fervently and sincerely
To God who made all things
And as the cool breeze blowed my brown hair
I felt His presence standing there
Right beside me on the carpet of thick moss
Where my heart bled and tossed
The trees nodded and swayed
In the coolness of the forest
And my sorrows gave way
To the tears hiding behind
My blue eyes and long
Thick black eyelashes
I got control of myself
And forced myself
Just to cry
One teardrop
For appearance sake
But inside I
Couldn't stop
My heart
From
Bleeding
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*~Marian~
I'm okay really!! I just feel so for my Mom Hilda. Who I am sure still misses her darling feline beauties named: Cookie and Harold!! I miss them too!! I dedicate this to you, Mom!!! I hope you'll soon feel better!!! ~<3~<3
 Apr 2013 Owen Phillips
Marian
On balmy summer Nights
Its wonderful to watch their flashing lights
And to hear the call of Night birds
That sing a song to the dancing fireflies

The flowers waltz in the meadow
And the lotuses dance in the lake
And the Moon's shadows ever so quietly
Ballet through my window at Night

This is the time when fireflies
Light their lanterns and fly so high
In the Twilight sky
Full of birds flying home to sleep

I love these Nights
When fireflies and lotuses dance
And the flowers waltz
And when the happy Moon ballets in my room

*~Marian~
 Apr 2013 Owen Phillips
Marian
Two sisters walked by the tropical shore
And gazed at the sunset the west
On an island with the silhouettes of palm trees
They sat, and watched the pretty sunset
As it faded
Like a painting being erased from canvas
After that came Night and we danced
With the Sea Fairies
We sang the prettiest Tropical songs
And hushed the world to sleep
And we played on the Enchanted ukulele
And on the prettiest harp you ever heard
We sung and danced
And played on our ukulele and harp
All Night long
The next morning the dew
Like sparkling shining jewels
Kissed the hibiscus blooms
And waked them up from sleep
And the breeze stirred
The lacy green leaves
Of the majestic palm trees
Sunrays felt lovely and warm
On our cheeks
And the ocean never
Felt cooler
When we waded through
The singing waves that morning

*~Marian~
For my sweet sister Saumya!!! She is such a LOVELY beautiful sis and friend of mine and she has a heart of gold!!! :) :) <3
I once was here but now I'm gone Only Memories to carry on I was glad to arrive and sad to depart Forever to leave a piece of my heart I will reminisce and take time to reflect Good times, Laughter, and smiles to recollect Your time is coming, don't be a hater Its not goodbye, Its see ya later Meet again we may in this life or the next I hope you got out of it everything you expect If I didn't tell ya Jesus is the way Don't wait to find out on Judgement Day Time is to precious don't let a moment idle by Confess, Repent, and Forgive while there is still time Your day is coming, don't be a hater Its not goodbye, Its see ya later.
Sorry its not so good. I'm only 12
There is a song that skins remember.
A line that resounds in silences.
A form the heart revisits
in fervid recollections.

That you must not speak,
that you must not speak.

Silences can ****.
No need to ask Crusoe.

Stars that explode in suicide:
From aeons of tortuous silences,
from distant companions,
silently cold.

Yes, our silences talk. Sorry, this
was not how it was supposed to be.
Strains of there we go again.

Gulfs of empty spaces between
silent vales, that birth the
mourning winds.

Murmurs leap out like dolphins
out of our silences.

Waiting to hear each other. Past
the dirge at the grave of my errors.
 Apr 2013 Owen Phillips
Reece
Come and sit with me for a while young boy
I'll tell you of the lives of the people
and how they're just a marketing ploy

Revenue is God in this new world order
(The governments profit through pain)
leave your loved ones dying at the border

Don't be indoctrinated by this mortal coil
(The capitalist beasts wait in the shadow)
given a sense of freedom and brought to the boil

For you see my child, we are already dying
(We're all suffocating from birth)
But that shan't stop thee from trying

Run home now my cherub faced angel
(Steal some bread along the way)
Take your seat and dine at the table
The corn has all been poisoned today
There in that crevice, in that corner
buried in horror and humiliation:

a broken resolve, a frozen dream;

waiting in resurrection, guiding
us on, that still small voice
in the wilderness of the heart
that just never gets smothered.

There is a risen Lord in all of us, waiting
waiting to tide over, waiting to cross over;

Yes He finds us, when unsteady

faith is rocking in a hundred storms,
walking on the waters. Yes
the sea of Galilee is indeed here;
When in awe we sit by the doors

of that right reverend,
or that elevated achiever,

He allows our tears to wash his feet,

our hair to dry them up
and pours His simple love out;
He revives the dead in us; Yes,
He is death revived,

the resurrected Truth in us, the
eternal Hope of an unfamished fragrance.
blushing hues
preserving precious nutrition
the sun is moving closer
releasing fingers that once reached high
tumbling to the ground
drying out, and crinkling
the sun is turning its face
allowing the next phase to begin

insignificant
like tiny ants crowding the cracks
minuscule
like the creeper ******* nutrients
one "being" on earth
one earth, in the middle of "space"


ancient methuselah,
your mycelium branching-
entwining, and communicating
giving strength to brethren
as hibernation takes hold
birthing fungi anew

*orange, browns, yellows and reds
i give my breath away
*

Methuselah is a Great Basin Bristlecone Pine (Pinus longaeva) tree,  
Its age of around 4844–4845 years makes it the world's oldest known living non-clonal organism
searing heat

drip

drip

drip

translucent skin
within skin
to be
here
yet
never

again
seen

smoke rising ever higher
catching wisps along the way

to transform into clouds
becoming one

forever joined
yet
never

together

double helix rainbow
droplets and dew

hope for the future
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