Poem- Intelligence from the heart #pros

I believe empathy to be the
foundation of humanity’s intelligence;
empathy is not a game in which we
pull the emotional strings of another-
to wish to ensnare is to continuously
bellow at the very depths of the bottom.
Empathy is the light. Empathy is the
strength to call a stranger brother
while recognizing their pain is just,
and knowing the path to their healing
as we extend our hand to pull them up.

-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.


Ecstasy begins one compromise at a time;
Without this ability one will never experience
true happiness, only a matrix of self-doubt
layered with hidden meanings.

-M. Taggart


I take a deep breath, close my eyes,
and see the cloak they wear as pride;
like a grimace covered in spittle as the white
foam collects in the corners of their mouths
begging to stretch and expand.
They express a stench of laughter, launching
tiny droplets in hopes to expose those who
have yet to see properly the slow motions of their
darkness creeping in; it’s within your own darkness
where you may find yourself, it’s within their
darkness where you’ll certainly lose yourself.
I open my eyes and calmly smile, knowing fully
the history of pride.

-M. Taggart