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.
I’m not proud of everything that I’ve done
but I am everything I’ve done.
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.
The worst of us judge rather than relate.
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.
Anger unlocked my life from an abusive prism. -M. Taggart
A child finds nothing. A mirror does, than all.
That’s the thing about truth,
you can’t control it,
and I love that.
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.
I like clouds,
I’m below and watching,
seeing them move
A bit like nothing
And the hollow men
are not the upright
while the beautiful nothing
escapes their arrogance