Tomorrow you will open your eyes to see what you always see. Unless you’re dead. Then you’ll see more. -M. Taggart
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” -Albert Einstein
(I took the photo in Southern Maine.)
My father is in the ICU and being shipped to Springfield, MA. I’m trying to launch
a new company, create jobs, be well. I can’t keep up. I can’t like and read blogs that I normally can. I’m sorry.
Talent finds her mouth
looking for soul
lost within failed
resource of support
She whispered to herself
‘Don’t we all.’
None said anything,
and walked away
Tomorrow will see me
There comes an early morning
when we look at the sky differently.
Our hands curl and change-
The crows call loudly, swoop,
It’s not too late.
“I’m not scared of death, it’s the process leading up to it that has my interest.” -M. Taggart
Some people Love.
Some hate, choking on vile they created.
A few dance in and out,
looking at things that look back.
I like to think, maybe, about a laugh
I didn’t know, then speak it into being.
For the ones who hate without knowing-
That’ll be for them to solve.
Death is but stitch in the side.
It doesn’t end.
But our memory will be there.
If a man tells you there’s no meaning to life, he’s already dead. Tell him. Tell him he’s dead and to crawl back into his crib until night comes without morning. -M. Taggart
some things stay crooked in a thought
I’m hoping someone is still alive
Call has been made
while i listen to my young son sing downstairs
While i have a beer
While i’m just fine
Can you sit with me, thought?
please, stay a minute.
I’ve never died. I want to. I want to see. -M. Taggart