To Be. A Poem. #pros

I have this nearly non-stop feeling
to leave the house and do something.
Anything. Walk, hunt, fish, visit family,
drive to the ocean, cross state lines
and not follow rules. So, that’s what I do.
I used to say to be free in America
is to be without debt. But with Covid,
my feelings on freedom has transitioned.
Never did I think my government would
prohibit movement and daily freedoms
to the level they have. Thankfully, I didn’t
listen, and it felt great to not listen and
to find my new freedoms by not staying put.
This may very well become the most
important Spring of my lifetime.
Every May flower is waiting to be seen.
They only need to be planted first.

-M. Taggart

I’d rather lift an artist up than crush their dreams.

I admire artists who have the talent and skills to sketch, paint, and draw. I don’t have the ability to do any of those things. For me, it’s a pleasure to view the creations of others.

And to think of an artist being told, in some form or another, that their art isn’t valuable…well that pisses me off. And that’s what happened to my friend, Melissa.

Please, jump on over to Melissa’s blog for me and check out her incredible image of a face with its watching, caring, deep set eyes, and let her know how valuable her art is. I can’t stand seeing someone put down when sharing their expressions with the world.

Here’s a link to the painting (scroll down to the end of the post)

https://melissalafontaineblog.wordpress.com/2020/05/04/status-report/

I hope you all have a good day,

Matt

Is your country locked down? Pandemic, Covid- 19.

Are you locked down, or ordered to stay home? If so, please comment below and share with us your situation. Be sure to tell us what country you live in. I’d like to hear from as many people/countries as possible.

I don’t want to depend on the ‘media’ for this information.

I live in Maine with my wife, Megan and son, Gavin. Our state has been ordered to stay at home unless you need essentials. Gas, grocery stores, etc. We are allowed to hike, fish, and hunt close to home. Our community is small, lots of forest, streams and lakes. We are not panicking, but we are prepared. Essential workers are still commuting to work with social distancing of 6ft regulations.

It’s the morning of 4/15/20, and currently the USA has 614,246 cases of Covid- 19 with 26,064 deaths. Mortality rate currently = .042. Global mortality rate is currently .063.

I hope everyone is well and thank you for sharing. Get outside and enjoy yourself if possible.

Matt

I look forward to reading your comments!

 

 

poem

If the storm inside
is much worse than
the peaceful day around
you, remember the unfiltered
memories filed within,
waiting to be seen again.
The memories you’ve
stored, carrying the tides
of change, the ones that proved
your strength, the ones
which plowed your way
to your freedom.
Find them again.

-M. Taggart

Poem-

I don’t want to focus this morning.
Instead I’m staring blankly out the window,
watching the sleet slam into wherever the wind thrusts it.
I like this feeling. My coffee is no longer warm; not cold either.
My eyes are open without effort. I’m not filing
anything away for later use.
I’m just here. Sitting. Watching the storm.
Continuing to be exactly as I am.

-M. Taggart

Thanks for being with me.

life

While in jail I liked listening to the different voices at night. All kinds of accents bounced from the cement walls back and around and through again. Someone wanted a porn magazine passed to him. Another sang a song. Someone was doing push-ups a few cells down. Jokes were being told by faces who couldn’t see the intended ears. All while I laid on my top bunk thinking about how my college classes couldn’t teach me about any of this. I loved it. I still do. I love remembering it. Shame? No. The only shame I come upon concerning my having gone to jail was, and is, from family members embarrassed of me. I laugh at them. They are weak. They were always weak. I learned as much in jail as I did in my four years earning my business degree. School of Management, baby. At the very liberal State University of Massachusetts in Amherst, MA. Where they love to tell you how to think. Life is a funny thing. A sad thing. A beautiful thing. Sometimes I think I should tell my full story. But then again, fuck it.

-M. Taggart