Until we realize our last blink
is happening.
It was never that great.
-M. Taggart
Month: January 2019
Poem – Do you watch too
When I watch my thoughts
they come out crooked.
They crawl on my forehead
and on my back.
I don’t like all of them.
I flick some off like flees.
But, being much like flees, some jump
and I miss. They land on my feet.
I feel them crack and split as I walk.
-M. Taggart
Poem-
I don’t want to focus this morning.
Instead I’m staring blankly out the window,
watching the sleet slam into wherever the wind thrusts it.
I like this feeling. My coffee is no longer warm; not cold either.
My eyes are open without effort. I’m not filing
anything away for later use.
I’m just here. Sitting. Watching the storm.
Continuing to be exactly as I am.
-M. Taggart
Thanks for being with me.
poem- wake
Wake up
You’ve not forgotten yet
Who you are
-M. Taggart
Poem- In Trust We Silence
Sometimes feeling alone
in a crowded room
is like silence standing
on a box.
Yet, how can silence stand
on a box when its very
essence doesn’t actually exist.
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts
My second is longer than your minute. I talk to it walking. Voices landing near. Walls have happy faces too.
-M. Taggart
Poem
I like to watch the sun come up
I can’t see it from my window
But I know it’s there
It’s always there
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts – To Be
No one has the right to tell another how to feel.
No one has the right to tell you how to be.
Say this.
Don’t be that.
Walk into a corn field and tell the stalk how tall to grow. Watch as the crows mock the words. We weren’t put here to be slaves to any mind other than our own. And anyone who’s approaching you as otherwise is a falsehood. Tell them that. And watch their limitations explode as you walk through their fragmented mental dust.
-M. Taggart
poem
A lot of love
goes into healing hate.
Not the other way around.
-M. Taggart
Very Singular in devotion
A few don’t know how to
process our writing.
They think we’re bad
people. I’m OK with that.
-M. Taggart
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