Walked away the anger was draining
Frustrated with everything
Taking back some control
Lost himself trying to please others
Spoke up everyone got defensive
He went with the flow got *******
Always helping getting accepted
Never got helped back or expected it
Once he said No they turned on him
If he couldn't had a prior commitment
Made it seem he never contributed
Treated different tone changed
The tension overwhelming
Not faking everything is well
Pretending we are cool when its shady
If a favor wasn't honored

You smile at me and, suddenly,
I find I understand
The little plan you must have just devised

To make me fall for all of you
You take me by the hand
And show me how love songs are improvised

- p. winter

Language is mother of existence
The translator of souls; the binder of experience
Birthing endless stories into an infinite pool
Language is the deity in which I believe
It is the driver of our evolution
The very essence that makes us human
Through language we have many keys
Ones science believes are undiscovered
Through language we can live forever
And reside in multiple universes

brow creases lightly
piano sings a soothing song -
fingers in their turf.

So what are your thoughts
or the thoughts that they gave you
which would you prefer

                                 Kelly McManus

I’m doing stuff
I’m going places
I’m being bold
I’m letting go
To flow
And become present.

Light has shone, light as death,
Sunset is gathered in fishing nets,
Like a twine of leafy stems.
~The coldest sea is the blood
Of the murdered and aggrieved~
Scaly Autumn of lost fires and dragon plumes,
Lanterns in the fog, graverobbers of the moon,
Light has shone, suckles at the tomb.