There’s one thing
we all have in common
Whether we like it or not
God
-M. Taggart
Tag: Unity
Creating Unity
With a 209 year old song, Chris split the universe.
It’s not what he said. It’s how he said it.
In Fifth grade I raised my hand to my favorite teacher.
“Out in the Hall, now!”
I looked down at my desk.
I didn’t raise my hand to hit. I had a question.
I didn’t ask the question well enough.
I hope this makes sense.
The NFL has blocked this direct link out of greed. I urge you to find a way to listen.
Poem
The creation of unity
lives not with idle minds
but with the empaths
crossing oceans-
And while laws govern
lines and lines and lines
thoughts circle the world
without attachment
carrying the keys to peace
-M. Taggart
poem –
I don’t care about cliques
A few people trying to tell themselves
they will transcend
I’d rather unite
any people
always
It’s a bit like walking a thought
down a washed out road
The severity of the gone-ness
needs no transcending
The road needs more rocks
-M. Taggart
Poem- Let’s
There are 171,476 current
words in the English language.
There are roughly 6,500
different languages on Earth.
We have 195 countries,
and seven continents
with four gorgeous oceans.
There is one human race.
Let’s figure this out.
-M. Taggart
In plain sight
The best stuff hides in plain sight. Such as how I feel while watching my wife walk downstairs in the morning with her tangled messy hair alive on her head, and with little Gavin holding her hand saying, “There’s Daddy! There’s My Daddy!”
The best stuff stirred within my stomach and into my heart pushing forth a sincere smile pointed directly at the people whom I love. After the smile, the stuff yet again sets to begin its hidden journey while hiding in plain sight.
-M. Taggart
How’s Your Wife
A few months back I was having a beer at the pub
The bartender always spoke highly of her husband
It’s nice to hear
I was reading short stories written by Hemingway
people asked what I was reading
I answered, “Hemingway”
She asked me, “What is it this time”
I said, “Hem”
She rattled off a number of stories written by a number of authors
I told her how good it was to hear how she loved her husband
A few weeks back I stopped at the brew store to buy good beer
A man was standing near the cash register talking
He’d already paid for his beer
he talked a lot
“When I go to a concert the girls love me. Last year this girl asked
if I wanted in on her and her friend.”
I asked, “How’s your wife?”
He told me a few more interesting things about the concert
and how amazing he was with women
“You know what I mean?” he asked..
I replied, “I actually like my wife.”
A few days ago I was having a beer at the pub
I was reading Bukowski
A few people asked what I was reading
I said, “Buk”
The bartender said, “I love his writing.”
I asked how she was and how her husband was
Today I stopped at the brew store for good beer
A man stood next to the cash register not talking
He shook hands with the owner of the brew store
“I’m sorry” the owner said
then the man hugged him
alone and alone and alone
I didn’t ask how his wife was
-M. Taggart
A Good Woman
A good woman can correct the brokenness. She will remind a man to wait a little while. Just wait. Time and knowledge can fix what was so severely wrong. If you let it be, you can know her too.
-M. Taggart
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