The road is rocky
Dig deeper and shed some blood
Repent for your sins
Blessings meter still half full
AP: 3rd place 2026
And so it goes down through the ages
The bigger and taller devour the littler and smaller
Monkeys, bears, fish, tigers, turtles, ants
All species find their food at hand
Only man has to dig, fertilize, plow and water the land
Why, for Heaven’s sake? Well, that’s just it
Heaven is interested in man’s entreaties
He wants man to grow closer and closer to Him
~ as well as eat His Wheaties
When the well runs dry
What do you do, abandon all hope
Or do the work to dig deeper?
It’s natural for the familiar and repeated
To grow stale
The dissatisfaction is how we grow.
Knock, knock the joke goes
But the real joke is nobody knows.
(12/7/25)
Dig...black soil,stone. earth worms wiggle, decayed bones
Dig... scatter seeds there, sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig ...to hide our dead, six feet under, body bed
Dig...shovel and spade, flowers grow from planted pain
Dig...out of this hole, skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig...deep down inside, reveal secrets graveyards hide
We stand outside the inn
Arua is a kiln
We crawl back in
But we know no kin
Mungu ni mukee!
Bawls Pastor Paddy
From the inside of a robot
Mazarau's robot
When we look outside
and can barely view any clouds
We know this is no place
for normal sons of men
Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz
Who in truth we are, we know not,
no wonder then, we are fear fraught,
since it's certain we will soon die,
reducing consciousness to naught.
Save in moments when love draws nigh,
we rarely reach bliss rapture's high,
drifting rudderless in the void,
nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh.
Day and night, by dark desires toyed,
negating truths sung by Pink Floyd,
we ponder how we may reclaim
light of soul, pure and unalloyed.
There's no use to play the blame game,
so fixating on God our aim,
upon melding our head with heart,
bliss then becomes our claim to fame.
No doubt silence is a learnt art,
causing bliss ignition to start,
revealing we are living light,
enriched on adding love to cart.
This is how we garner clear sight,
byte by byte adding bliss delight,
in cave of heart, where God resides,
who reveals His form, lustrous white.
Sevens, Shovels, and Spades
Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone
Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones
Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there
Sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead
Six feet under, body bed
Dig, dig, dig, create new life
Born of earth, Feed appetites
Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade
Flowers grow from planted pain
Dig, dig, dig, Work never done
Then I see that I'm the one
Dig, dig, dig , out of this hole
Skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig, dig, dig. Deep down inside
Reveal secrets graveyards hide.
it was a day
not unlike this one
when an archaeologist
… sore knees
… paint brush
… Friday fingernails
held my earthen skull
in his hands
and spared me a thought
his dirt-stained eyes
filling my empty sockets
and
for a speck
of epochal dirt
neither of us
heard the sun
My beautiful diamond where have you been?
Is it hard to search for you out and in?
I know you're not in the sky,
For you have no wings to fly
Yet hiding in a place away from my face
Is it too tough to reach to your place?
I dig the earth, i plough the field
Yet no sign of you to be reveal
Beyond the gold that pull me through
Away from the silver yet I come to you
I hold you once, and now you are gone
Was it my fault to what I have done?
Or was it my weakness that you said "we are done"
Oh beautiful diamond that shine through
Please come to my life I long for you
You're not a stone that I will throw
You're a precious one that use to glow
My heart is aching when you are leaving
I wish to see your smile that keeps me loving.
Dig in Deep, Poet
9/7/2023
Life is for living, don't wait for the Grim Reaper?
Take your shower, have breakfast, dress, take a walk.
Breathe God's air in and out.
So much so that.....
With joy, you almost want to shout!
Have a chat with a good neighbor,
Tell another how very nice they look.
Get out of your head, stop pondering
That only you, are the outstanding best
Do say kind thar words soothe and elevate others.
See your smiling neighbor coming to you?
In his shiny electric wheelchair?
He lost both legs in a war.
Smiling so brightly and proudly,walking his dog.
Yes, you have a delightful, cordial chat?
And you realize that now, you have what it takes.
And you finally, a lovely poem do pen.
What's so dang hard about that?
Your if I can pen a poem, transformed like magic,,,
Into..not how, but the joy for …when!!
Wrinkled clothes stacked near my ironing board
will just lie there, completely ignored
‘cause today I’ll be groovin’.
To the oldies I’m movin’
like a teen to the hits most adored.
Are we unaware? of our awareness
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