All this kiddle spread across our face. Which spewer of words said this? We lost why it was important to not have kiddle and now it overtook all. Here we sit listening to springs under our self tell us we are here. Welcome to being. What have you done.
Half of you is half of the kid. And half of the other. Before this you met and decided. Then there was the kid and both of you split from yourselves. Leaving the kid with one of you. Now you touch off at the mouth and tell the kid how the other is. And if it’s bad then you’ve insulted the kid because the kids is half of both. Well done. Dad. Mom. It’s nice that your selfish intuition lead you to the point of ruining your child’s mind. The mirror looks blankly at the ones without self reflection.
Silence listens to our footsteps-
And watches as seasons change-
It’s time again now – To go
copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
The thing to do is live and breathe and not die. The rest is up to the silence. -M. Taggart
It’s funny, this ever changing momentum of thought. -M. Taggart
Overseeing the most wild field-
Gave you everything
Copyright 2016 -M. Taggart
It’s been my observation that most people hear but don’t listen then speak without meaning what they say. -M. Taggart
We view you the same as a New England stone wall-
On an overcast nothing of a day-
And with no uptick within our chest-
All the best never came and we didn’t notice. Finally though we walked nearer to the hole. All of us never didn’t look down. Ask how far does this go. Ask how long should we wait. Ask why should we care. And ask again why about any of the why that ever mattered.