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One sees his shadow
One gets a shadow cast on him
The man in the moon and a ground hog named Puxatony Phil
Sometimes he doesn't see his shadow
But the moon always gets a shadow on a lunar eclipse
Sometimes it's just a little bit
Sometimes the whole moon gets a shadow
Then it looks like a blood moon
With all the global warming
I bet Phil gets lucky this year
And sees his shadow
We already have 40s in January
Have you see the movie Groundhog Day?
It's a hoot!

Every day around quarter past three,
you burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden by your mother while you are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night,
I live to put scars on your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now, my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit by the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...

midnight, midnight
love calls me out
walking in the neon rain

midnight, midnight
simple thing, simple thing baby
full heart love with no refrain

drive by night
she said drive by night
this world has made it plain

drive by night
she said drive by night
cure my lonely heart again

Build Me Into
A Mountain Lord

Build me into a mountain Lord that others will see by sight.
The deposits formed within me God are by your might.
As your rain falls upon me Father and washes the soil within,
It will fall through the crevices of rock as washing away of sin.
Years of toil and pain will daily, upon this mountain lay,
As the layers of sediment forming Lord, a beautiful rock to stay.
Standing tall and firm through weather Lord, that beat upon my soil,
Will only cause a sure bold stance by so many trials and toil.
Coming into the heavenly’s hovering spiritually with you one on one.
Stirs up the love and gifts of you that are shared too by your son.
Feeling this fire within me Father that day-by-day does stir.
Your presence grows thicker as the aroma of fine myrrh.
Your fire not quenched my God by none or any others.
Will only pull Zion together as we are all brothers.
Deep within this mountain Lord in the heat of your love.
Is an ever abounding flow of lava flowing from above.
This lava Lord is none other than Jesus Christ your son.
As this land we have inherited, with his blood it has been won.
May we stand tall and firm in that the heat will stir in all.
As you my Father have all in hand and we are at your call.
The mountains are growing daily Lord and spewing from the top.
As harvest time is very near, in time, it is the crop.
Lava flows perfectly and forms all to what you desire.
The foundation of this earth will be cleansed by your fire.
Build me into a mountain Lord that I may spew the word.
As within me is your fire Oh God! All across the land will be heard.
Amen.
Ps 98:7-8
7. Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
8. Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together

Written by :Wanda Harden
January 6, 2005

It's a long journey
And a hard fate.
There is no elevator going back.
Falls and take-offs again!
I play my life
Like plaing music notes.
I never stop by staircases
And floors.
Only one way ticket.
There is no choice,
Questions and answers.
Who drew a line of fate
On my hand?
And why does it lead me to you ?
I will reach the clouds on foot.
Only that stage from now
Seems to be very difficult.....

Even the bees are muted and the birds too ......stunned into silence by the burning sun........I'm glad to be alive to feel it .......on my skin and in my heart .. ..open now like a flower unfurling ......I allow myself to see time ,long past .........summers ,full of swallows ,fragrant hay of mostly meadowsweet ..............Im wearing that blue striped favourite frock....... .in a sunny photograph, we're gathered ,wooden rakes on our shoulders ........our shy smiles sunburnt faces from the 70s ......I'm there now hearing the murmur .......of low voicesand quiet ways.......I found violets beneath the hedge.. such joy in discovery......my garden today homes wayward violets harts tongue ferns .....beneath trees and planted rose bushes .....that summer childhood has returned.....through the unfurled flower of my heart .

When the path you're on,
Seems to remain the same,
Just take the next turn,
And you will begin to see a change,

When clouds of darkness,
Start to roll in,
Please realize you can,
Truly begin again,

I know your painful past,
Keeps trying to hang on,
Too alone, too scared, No will to move on,

But never yield to fear,
The pain and the tears,
You're in the here and now,
You can't roll back the years,

So, wipe away those tears,
From your soft weary eyes,
Hold your head up,
Keep your eyes to the skies,

And you will rise,
Above your stormy gray world,
You know deep in your heart you're,
Just That Kind Of Girl.

Viva razor-edge love
beauty tussled
cool the breathing of the matador

Viva love's caravels
foreign shores
dance the imperishable night

Viva, viva, love's surprise

Mongol was from the beginning
of Human
I was from its matching simplicity
or from its oppressive spirit graft
to Simian
I need Human
Human is for me Mongol
Please marry me as soon as possible
My Love

they say each day is different
and that no to days are ever
the same,so try and make to
day better than yesterday
that way, hopefully tomorrow
will be even better again