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 Aug 2019 Molly
Jonas
Iridescence II
 Aug 2019 Molly
Jonas
Rain drops in the lake
Green leaves on a muddy path
Sunlight glistening
 Aug 2019 Molly
Colm
Fickle Want
 Aug 2019 Molly
Colm
WANT is such a fickle thing
Worth no more than prior words
Spent unwisely in the spinning of a slot machine

Cash out while you can?
Better instead, to not play with that which you do not believe

Better yet, indeed
Fickle Want
Be strong in the Lord, and never give up here.

Trust in the Lord with your full heart as well.

For You shall move mountains with God help.

Never fear, for Christ shall Lead You through.

For You shall see Greater Miracles than before.

For Christ is Your Lord, and He Loves You much.

He shall speak Life into all of Your situations too.

So Trust Him and know that He shall never leave You.

For He knows Your every situation, here on the earth too.
 Aug 2019 Molly
Josh
Interlude
 Aug 2019 Molly
Josh
A gentle melody carries in
a lifting calm from the middle of the field's embrace
This pause,
in which I briefly catch your glance
Assures in that moment,
I know I am exactly where I need to be
 Jul 2019 Molly
Moose
On the train
 Jul 2019 Molly
Moose
Tug of war with sleep and sight
I revert to childhood
Refusing submission to heavy lids
My eyes crave colors and light
 Jul 2019 Molly
Colm
You won’t know either quiet
Or the world
Until you step outside at 3 a.m.
To fill the void of an empty mind
With the deepest drink of sky imaginable

You are no less alive
Give Me Moonlight When I'm Leaving
 Jul 2019 Molly
Colm
Tone is Tone
 Jul 2019 Molly
Colm
If my name was more unique
   My cadence more strong
   My words more angry
   Or my roving eye of justice
   — More outstretched and long
Maybe then I would stand out to you
Maybe then I would start to sing anew
But probably not
As you cannot sing what is not meant to be your song
Words are words. Tone is Tone. All voices are meant to be themselves, no exceptions.
 Jul 2019 Molly
Colm
Beyond the borders of this humble kingdom
You are living live
Breathing deep as the morning dew
And settling into the starry sky

Most beautiful, wonderful, glorious you
In awe are my eyes ever found alive
By the distant singularity which is new
And blinding as your sudden sight
Distant, Unwritable
 Jul 2019 Molly
Thomas Dressler
What lies within, I do not know.
But I cannot bear the thought of finding out.
I cannot bring myself to tear it open.
If I did I would be robbing it of its true purpose.
To lose one’s purpose is an awful thing.
So there it lies on my desk.
Day after day, I admire it in its sealed nature.
I sense it is fulfilled.
What lies within, I do not know, nor will I ever.
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