Odd Walking Thoughts

Strange remote corridor with cement walls flaking into watery step-stones, dark found a friend, and we walked; alone sings a nothing and what a funny thought came to mind about let freedom ring.   -M. Taggart

Evolve

I’m not proud of everything that I’ve done
but I am everything I’ve done.

-M. Taggart

Poem-

You see the beauty of the unrest
in the eyes of the most beaten,
they know where the light fills
the darkness.

-M. Taggart

 

Poem-

Just outside my window
begins the entire world
where everything is the
same.

-M. Taggart

Poem-

Love is not alone.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

All of the ugliness is why. It’s why we sit in front of reflecting windows, looking, wanting; a push of a something is more than nothing, it’s what we wish to be-
while the word of the ready readies, “I miss you,” normalizing time, crackling, being, and seeing the window watching ourselves turn to stone like the un-shifting; unwillingly we see it so nebulously, we crawl.

Poetry

Beautiful voices always have a song.

-M. Taggart

Poem-

Be as well as you can
and help others who cannot.

-M. Taggart

Poem-

Observing society is like reading Edgar Allen Poe mixed with Mother Nature

While Emily Dickinson watches us all

-M. Taggart

 

Poem-

Respect, the reward for being yourself.

-M. Taggart