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Holey Jul 2016
With the birds still singing
and the grass still green
I'm gonna put our problems behind me
With my heart still beating
and my brain still thinking
I'm gonna wash your face from my memory
With our kids still forgetting
and the money still coming
I'm gonna keep you away from the rest of my life
With the diggers still digging
and my children still weeping
I'm gonna get ready to join you
We will wait together
and watch our children,
Forever.
I dig
You dig
We dig
He dig
She dig
They did
I know its not a very beautiful poem
But its quite deep
I think I fell
Into the hole I'd dug
Trying to fill the one I'd just
**Climbed out of...
Hand in hand we climbed out of the hold we'd dug ourselves, relished in the sunlight as it beamed onto us, brighter, purer.
To fill one hole I'd dug me another, simple misplacement of movement and I find myself head first right into another one
Graff1980 Apr 2015
I dig Joe Rogan
Suheir Hammad
And Alix Olson
Truth seeking
Artists

I dig Howard Zinn
And Noam Chomsky
Dead intellectuals
Truth seekers

I dig Marty
McConnell
And Jason Carny
Poet lovers
Of Humanity

I dig Shakespeare
Mark Twain
Edgar Allen Poe
Emily Dickenson
John Keats
Percy Shelley
Ginsburg and the other Beats
Writers and poets
I will never meet

I dig The Daily Show
The Colbert Report
The John Oliver Show
The Young Turks
News and fake news
Comedy Shows
That expose
Deep truth

I don’t dig me
Always
But I like you
And all the potential
You hold
You are not a black hole
But a blazing star
Waiting to blow
Waiting to be born
The only good form
Of a hydrogen bomb

That reminds me
I dig Einstein
Tesla, Da Vinci
Gandhi Thoreau
Bruce Lee
Great Minds
That are dead

My list goes on
Forever in my head
So instead of
A dissertation of love
I would like to know

Who do you dig bro?
RH 78 Dec 2014
Take a rest
is this gods test?
There is a stench resonating from the trench.
Death appears in many forms. A distorted face looks out from the mud unaware of what has been left behind. The bare trunk of a tree no longer able to sway in the wind. Mans broken spirit looking for a way to escape the living hell. No surrender. When will it end? No time to rest I must keep digging.
Just Melz Nov 2014
I keep digging and digging and digging,
     trying to dig myself out of this hole
But it seems everything is collapsing around me
      burying me with my soul.
      This small shovel
  just doesn't seem to be enough,
     No one thought to tell me
         how life could be this rough
Now,
    I'm just getting deeper and deeper
        and deeper
    with my unwanted thoughts
This shall be my grave,
        but don't put any roses on top,
      I prefer **forget-me-nots
Digging
Ditches
In my
Mind
Trying
          To
              Bury
                   The
                          P
                             A
                                 S
                                    T
                                   .......
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