You dig then you dug you dug then you dig
trying to find the secrets I have hid
Deep in to my body and into my soul
you keep on digging but you leave no hole
you keep on digging trying to find
a gap in my shield I have left behind
Why are you digging what are you looking for
what are you hoping to find behind my locked door
Are there bad memories that your hoping to find
is that why you keep digging in the recesses of my mind
you can keep on digging but I wont let you find
the hurt and the pain I want left behind
my dog can dig anywhere
he has six acres to dig up
so where does he dig?
two places
under the neighbor’s fence
and under my feet, throwing dirt into my sandals
today he is digging a new hole to Siberia
throwing dirt on his brother
another dog, brother by another mother
he thought that he had reached another rock bottom
paused meditated and prayed on events out of his control
there was still a gaping hole waiting to swallow him though
but he held on to the edges to avoid the void and oblivion
his heart ached but with rational thinking fairly intact
he reached out for the soul in honest spiritual connection
surrendered completely and asked for justice and fairness
for peace serenity courage and the wisdom of the Vital Force
with that he could image a future of freedom and growth
at least some glimpse of such a miracle to happen
all he had to do was not stand in his own way
to allow for a rain bow to come when the tempest has passed
he felt no anger nor resentments within his own disappointment
humbly requested for his character defects to be dissolved
and promised to put into action in all his struggling affairs
faith without work is dead and he wanted to live and stop digging
When sitting down to dine
altho' before digging in
I unroll it or unfold it
and tuck it under my chin
or more often than not
place it on my lap
as table etiquette indicates
but never on my napper (nap)
where it would do least good
yet if nowhere known as chinkin
why is it called a napkin
as it seems to me it should
henceforth be a lapkin
Digging Deep
My dreams are bigger than my talent
The mission warned us against females
Women should be sure
It was understood that the withdrawal
from the competition, it is overlooked
It is morning on a gray day, and mist clings
to our old bodies that smell of time
spent in the underbelly of society
We lost the cruel war to be the master in
The battle of words of truth
I have stopped digging the deep well
It was dry and had the dust of dead air
Rome’s underwater goldmine - traversing history best left upset
Today I fell into my puppy’s freshly dug hole
It was a long grimy terrifying fall
I woke up six hours later in Beijing with a broken leg
Deep gold digging ants, Are they actually ants?, No, ants are miners.
Woke up this morning
come to find
can’t recall a thing at all
really think I’ve lost my mind
after sleep digging deep
to collect my thoughts
and what I recollect
amounts to naught
insufficient hard drive RAM
my memory is shot
what I remember as best I can
is not a lot it's diddley-squat
it's failing me
old age is what's ailing me
and yet will I forget
such a harsh reminder
of my younger days
when life was so much kinder
but never mind the state of Denmark
between the ears something's rotten
reduced to tears I believe
it's my amnesia I'd forgotten
Digging Into The Earth
Toil with your own hands
Become an architect
Live on your own land
Waking up early morning
Making progress gradually
Digging into the earth
A sentimental foundation
I don’t need expensive luxury
Escape from civilization
Living on my own
Remain simple
Each layer becomes completed
Humble and content
A small slanted cottage
My own place to rest
It has character
Nothing too fancy here and there
A home under tall trees
Chaos nowhere to be seen
A short visit into town
Not for too long
Just hammer and nail
In the evening built a smoky fire
Look back at your work
Take pleasure building on your own land
With a small desk to write
Document in time
No other place I would rather be
Just looking out the window pondering
Keep On Digging
How Much Of A Hole
Do You Need To
Initiate Creation,
Again?
Mr. Singularity?
Enough For 1.
-Gray Squirrel
06-01-2025
Just keep digging
Keeping busy
Going deeper
Until the memories fade away
Just keep digging
Deeper still
Lower and lower
Convinced you can run away
Just keep digging
Until you find
The sudden truth
Her face will never go away
This utter silence is stone cold
There's no gaze upon the sinner
This hell has got a wicked hold
And it feels just like a winter
When I fought the darkest demons
I just fought them empty-handed
I pushed through all doubt and reason
And I nearly couldn't bear it
Why would you still demand of me
To bend my shattered knee again
Without attending to my needs
Or is it fine to just pretend
I suppose you'll answer one day
While I'm digging for some daylight
I'll be gripping all these questions
While I'm begging you for insight
Are you even up there waiting
Could you even hate me asking
Or for choosing to just let go
Of a life that's everlasting
By accepting to wield my sword
I choose to carry my own weight
I'll start to reshape my own world
While carving out a better fate
My puppy Beau is digging his way to China
At the rate he is going, we should fall into Bejiing in a week.
When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound
The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound
(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)
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