Poem

I dislike fear mongering
Hate tactics
Manipulation
The cover of the Narcissistic wings spreads far, so far indeed, that the puppets aren’t aware
of their distasteful puppeteering, only that they’ve claimed salvation to the world.

-M. Taggart

This

Wanna be controlled?
follow the news
like it’s God
Then tell your friends
and family all about it
Splash in the wake
of toxicity
Make it want you
more

-M. Taggart

thank you, Dad


Poem – facade

I watch them more closely
than they do me.
They pick people apart with smiles.
Telling stories, twisted slightly,
always winning. Shake their hand once,
you’re not a friend. They’ve allowed
your presence. Watching their world.
They’ll demand it. Sit down. And be.
-Because these men
hide behind their shame.
I see them clearly, and listen when-
Sitting on their deck, drinking whiskey,
they obliged, of course, wishing you to think
of their wisdom, with their fake caring,
rocking and rocking while their daughters
fail at happiness and their wives are afraid
to tip the scale; heaven knows what happened,
and heaven is waiting. Because I know men
are men. I shave my beard in the morning,
How I like. I look at these men with empty grace.
They will not know me.

-M. Taggart

 

poem

We hold back perception’s surprise
by remembering our of self-reflections
and the truths that travel with them
as memories are vibrated by others
to be what they never were

-M. Taggart

Poem

The last book I read left me hollow
I can still feel it
It reminded me of things
Things that can happen to anyone
But don’t happen to just anyone-
I’m listening to the dryer
One of the pieces of clothing
must have a metal button
It keeps pinging off the inside
of the dryer
I know it’s there
I could go turn it inside out
But I won’t
I don’t want to

-M. Taggart