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Moli Quill May 2017
Faith is believing without seeing
As a christian thats very challenging
i go on believing that God is everloving
see believe is a such a powerful thing
For me My God is the ever living King
Thats where i draw my strength in the battle field
The battlefield of life
Jesus is my light

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No matter how many Hash tags i put down
I could never put into words Gods Love
For it is Never changing
Maybe a thousand poets could write about it
But only Those who live by faith live it

Q
  May 2017 Moli Quill
Ola Radka
Risk is everywhere.

To cry is to risk being sentimental.

To dream is to risk being disappointed.

To laugh is to risk being a fool.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

But when we are not willing to risk,
We don’t grow in life.
Life loses its power.
We may be safe
But
We are lifeless.

*The greatest risk of all
Is
To risk nothing.
  May 2017 Moli Quill
beth fwoah dream
i.

sea, oh, sea,
sail that
billows,
blind breeze
of whispering
sea.

ii.

water of curls,
bright path
bird of more,
bright bird of
shore
spreading
out, wings like
cloth.

iii.

rhythm and
******, springing
vault, floods of
water scattering
like light on the
set of the sun.

iv.

sea-rose of poise,
**** of black
bubbles, sea
of storm and
might.

v.

oh, sea, river of
my blood,
drowning dark,
drumming
sound of waves
giddy, washing
the shore
as if the night
could never stay
or the clouds
could carry
the thirsty brine.
Moli Quill May 2017
I didn't think such
                                                                 skill could be found
Deep in me i saw the potential of you
                                                      deep in the background
quietly pondering your next line
                                                                   patiently

if a mirror could speak, your reflection would say
"There is a professional in you in your own way"
If the sun could dance with its sun ray
i hope it does a waltz to your lines one day

because you never know

some of us admire how you inspire us
                               without intending to idly


Q
Moli Quill May 2017
The world is tearing it self up here
with this cracked layer in the atmosphere
all this pollution for improvement
Global warming in the environment
Gold mining for development
The earth itself has faced Harassment
While the world sits in a Manson
Enchanted by the great enchantment
of these technological improvement
of all of humanities achievement
Taking the earth to  transform into a ball of gas

But.....

How far will humanity take it?
How long can the planet stand it?
Will humanity be here to see the End?

The conclusion is when humanity and the planet will ask one question

who suffers?
Moli Quill Apr 2017
I hate airports and hospitals
they are the only places where greetings and farewells are said
in your case be back before your sun sets
please don’t cry when you’re reading this
I once told you you’re like a leach lol
take your journey with pride
hold your head up high
and let God take care of the rest
and if you’re in any part of the united states
you know that musicians and lyricist live on the pacific plate
there’s always Facebook and email when your down
tell anyone I wrote this for you
I’ll deny it

you have a tale to tell to the rest
you were at the nakamal and on your hand is a shell
truth and lies were told until the end session
friendships and family are priceless
and the earth force family is the best
why should we miss you
we know that when you leave that departure area
in your heart
you will be back


~Q~
Moli Quill Apr 2017
I took a stroll from the University
out to the real world it ain't pretty
my path was crossed by a child, witty
and playful he was in kindy
on his right hand was a toy
and on his face was a smile so giddy
he reminded me of my myself at that age
Where has the time Gone?

i continued my stroll
A couple of kilometers away i meet an old man
outside the hospital who just lost his only son
i didn't know him but i spoke to him he was all torn
He spoke of his sons death right to the day of his birth
The old man looked different like he was in a hearth
Pain sicken grief ridden he spoke to his heart
Why didn't i spend more time with my son?

Time is elusive
Make the best of it

~Q~
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