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Because They Marched

Nothing ever happens without sacrifice.
No good is achieved without a cost.
To swim against the tide is more than virtue,
It’s the only way that progress is not lost.

Tomorrow is a different world than this is,
The stream of time redirected because
They marched so long ago, and had a dream and
Now, everything is better than it was.

You’re very pretty.
And I really respect you.
Okay. Let’s have sex.

The People Engine

The People Engine grinds away
At the half-cooked meat
Of a ‘human’ race.
A machine that chews people up
And spits them out as bones.
Prices them, and decides
If they are
Weighs them, to see if they are
Right enough,
Bright enough,
White enough,
To deserve a fair roll
Of the dice.

It’s worse than just the sterile,
Clinical chill
Of not being needed,
Or wanted.

It’s the deep terrible cold
Of real people
Being really wasted.

A culture not yet evolved enough
To act as steward to ourselves.

I Remember When…

A fire was a thing you could kindle,
A comfy little alcove was a nook.
Tweeting was maybe something birds did
And your face didn’t live inside a book.

The Kiss

A kiss is a word
That a mouth says to a mouth,
But without a sound.


Red has gone to black,
Slow, weary and worn, and yet
Sleep still evades me.

Rise Like The Sun

My nights are now won by the minute,
My heart came undone with you in it.
I strive to become without limit.
I rise like the sun, but not with it.


I’m not paranoid,
People are just trying to
Make me think I am.

Darkest Days: Part 3

When the twilight comes,
I choose to be one that tried.
No more excuses.

As her day passes,
Anyone could help her smile.
No one ever does.

Stalking Dawn

Dawn breaks horizon, Lighting hearts up with new hope, Enlightened by dawn.

TheCoevas official blog

Strumentisti di Parole/Musicians of words

The Unlettered Bard

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Psyk student

Fra 8 år på utsiden, til normal? Om kulturkrasj og andre utfordringer.

The Abuse Expose' with Secret Angel

A blog reaching out to victims of abuse and others in need, providing insight about abuse, hope for the future, and guidance to see THE LIGHT that lead Secret Angel out of the darkness of her own abusive situation and helped her to not only survive but to overcome.

Madstoffa's crunchy house!

Part time actor, aspiring writer of poetry and prose and full-time idiot with a heart.


The immeasurable terrors of her mind...


the imaginations that changes everything


Your Funbook Here


Smile! You’re at the best site ever

Interesting Literature

A Library of Literary Interestingness

Notes on a Spanish Valley

Award-winning blog - Living in rural Andalucia


As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears

Life Beyond Beliefs

Never give up

Project Light to Life

A bucket list blog: exploring happiness, growth, and the world.

Ray Ferrer - Emotion on Canvas

** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **