Diggina Ditch
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone,
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with diggin your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives.
Digging a ditch,
Where silence lives.
Digging a ditch,
For when Im old.
Digging a ditch,
Where stories told.
Where all these troubles,
That weigh down on me will rise,
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone.
Where all these worries,
That hold heavy on my heart,
Will die, will die, will die...
Unto your dreaming,
When youre alone.
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with diggin your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives.
Digging a ditch,
Where silence lives in here.
Digging a ditch,
And when Im through digging this ditch,
Ill dig in for you.
Where all these disappointments,
That grow angry out of me will die.
Where all these habits,
That hold heavy on my heart will die.
Unto your dreaming, when youre alone,
Not what youre sure be or what youve become,
Just getting heavy on with digging your ditch.
Cause Im digging a ditch,
Where madness gives again.
Im digging a ditch,
Where silence lives.
Where all these troubles that weigh down on me,
Will rise, will rise, will rise, will rise...
Unto your dreaming, when youre alone,
Unplug the tv,
Turn off the phone.
Get heavy on with digging your ditch.
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Digging A Ditch
I'm digging a ditch
Where madness lives
I'm digging a ditch
Where my silence lives
I'm diggin a ditch and when I am through
Digging this ditch I'll dig one for you
Digging a ditch
As black as cold
Digging a ditch
Where I can hide my soul
Digging a ditch
Where my secrets stay
[The Newer Version
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band from Busted Stuff
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The Best Gospel
if you want
to be liberated,
get down in the ditch
and start digging
with your neighbor!
sometimes a shovel,
and a willing set of hands,
are the best gospel!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Only amateurs say that they write for their own amusement. Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth... But amusing Never.
quote by Edna Ferber
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One man cannot hold another man down in the ditch without remaining down in the ditch with him.
quote by Booker T. Washington
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The Falling
The depth of a ditch
that nature designs and fate crafts
is a setting for the peak
into a deep ditch, onto higher peaks
poem by Timothy muggaga
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The Diggers
The diggers are digging, and digging deep,
They’re digging and singing,
And I’m asleep.
They’re digging and singing and swiftly they’re swinging
The flying earth as it falls in a heap.
And some of it scatters and falls on my head;
But the diggers dig on. They can only dig.
They can only sing and their eyes are big,
Their eyes are big and heavy as lead.
They dig and they sing and they think I’m dead
The diggers are digging, and filling the hole.
They’re sighing and singing.
They pray for my soul.
I hear what they say, and from where I am lying,
I hear a new corporal calling the roll.
But the diggers dig on and fill in my bed,
They diggers dig on, and they sweat and they sweat.
They sigh and they sign, and their wyes are wet.
The brown earth clatters and covers my head;
Then I laugh and I laugh, for they think that I’m dead.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Digging For Gold
They married on a fancy yacht out on the water
He knew she was young enough to be his daughter
There always questions in the heart of millionaires
Would she make heartfelt promises if the money was not there
And he said, do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold
She ran his weary heart through the ringer
And she wore him like the diamond ring around her finger
Well, his advances and affections, she managed to avoid
But, she got the lap of luxury and he got paranoid
And he said, do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold, digging for gold
Big house, limousines,
Fine wines, fine cuisines,
Vale and vegas twice a year,
Trips to paris on the leer
Black tuesday when that wall of wealth came crashing down
Bad news day when that little queen had to give back her crown
And he said, hey babe, we can live on love cuz love is worth much more
But he barely got his feelings out, she was half way to the door
And she never even heard him cry
Do you love me, baby, do you want me to hold
Or are you just digging for gold
Do you care enough to give me your heart and soul
Or are you just digging for gold
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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To the Trench
Through shell-holes,
puddles of mud,
they trudge.
Over frozen
men in foxholes
they stumble.
Rats dart whistling across the distances.
Dead fingers rain down
& tap on rotting doors.
Signal-rockets,
corpse-lanterns…
To the ditch, to the ditch.
poem by Ernst Toller
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Wha, Wha, What
I was hangin, at the club when, I saw you roll in, thinkin how I can.
Make my intro, little duction,
And thats when I decided to stick around and bump it.
I was schemin, I was ooh,
Thinkin how I could ditch my crew too,
Meet ya outside, jump in my ride,
For a piece of paradise.
[chorus:]
How about a little bit of wha, wha, what?
What do you say you give me some of the unh huh?
Baby if youre feelin me make a move,
Cos I just wanna get wit you.
How about a little bit of ooh, ooh, ooh.
What do you say you give me some of that (wooh),
Baby if youre feelin me holler boo,
Cos I just wanna wha, wha, what with you
I was chillin, with the fellas,
Keepin it cool cause I knew they were jealous.
So I freestyled, yeah I was flowin,
Sayin all the little things I thought would get you going.
Well I heard that, you better step back,
If youre not prepared to put you money where your mouths at,
What you saying cos I aint playin,
I dont got all night, and times wastin.
[chorus: (x2)]
[rap by: phantom]
The way youre lookin sweetheart has got me hot and heated,
I can really see it that you really need it,
So if youre thinkin what Im think then shorty lets go,
Backseat of my ride, we can sing an episode.
So ma,
Ditch your friends, Ill ditch my mens,
Were on a late night creep so we can crush in the benz,
I know you doubt me when I talk, but Ill walk it mommy,
When I get finished with you,
Youre gonna be callin me poppy.
[chorus:]
How about a little bit of wha, wha, what?
What do you say you give me some of the unh huh?
Baby if youre feelin me make a move,
Cos I just wanna wha, wha, what wit you..
song performed by by Velvet Empire
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You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. I'm not saying the new driver is going to be any better, but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice.
quote by John Mellencamp
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In A Deafening Stubbornness
A resting temporarily,
From a digging of a hole
Dug deep,
Is no cause for celebration.
For those blindfolded,
In a deafening stubbornness they keep.
Especially if the digging done,
Is away from and not towards the light.
And those who enthusiastically dig,
See themselves as making progress.
A progress only they believe,
Can be achieved
Without listening to others,
Standing above them in silhouette
Against the rays of the Sun.
A digging like this continued
Out of listening distance,
Has long ago begun!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To See Which One Is Better Suited To Lead
I can't be the only one witnessing this,
With uninhibited curiosity.
'What is it that you are looking at? '
You see those two guys?
Running as if they are escaping from something.
'Yes.
I've been watching them for awhile.
And it is difficult to describe this,
But...
They are actually running towards that brick wall.
To see who will win the hitting of their heads up against it.
Look over there in the distance.
See the people cheering them on? '
Is this a new sport?
What is this called?
'Believe it or not...
They've spent billions to do this.'
To do what?
'To see which one is better suited to lead them.'
To lead them?
Where?
'To that tremendous ditch,
Growing deeper and wider behind them.'
But what sense does that make?
Why can't the people get off that wall...
And pitch in to fill the ditch?
'You weren't here to witness,
The other people running away...
In the other direction.'
You're right.
Why were they running in the other direction?
'They gave up trying to warn everybody about the ditch.
They were labelled as being negative.
So they chose to get away as far as they can.
With a keeping of themselves distanced.'
I don't understand what values and standards are kept,
By the doing of this.
'Trust me.
Don't try.
Just observe.'
What a nail biter this is.
Plus my knuckles are turning white.
'If you get caught up in it...
Eventually you'll find yourself cheering on that wall.
And tomorrow?
That ditch will still be getting bigger.
With everyone still screaming about,
Nonexisting entitlements.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking Back
There you go running this way and that,
You mean well but you haven't thought it through,
You sweat the big tears and cry yourself to sleep when alone,
You forgot that time heels nothing but the heart can heal everything,
You remember enough to feel guilty, but not enough to know why,
Look back man, look back to find and forgive yourself,
I should have waited, I know, but I forgave you anyway,
Please find yourself so that you can forgive me,
Look back man, look back so that we can move forward,
You judged yourself and then forgot why, so now you judge me too,
I know the depth of your heart,
I know the strength of your courage,
You have no fear except of your past,
You have no limits,
You have no need of your regrets,
You think that your love is limitless, but it's stuck in the past,
Keep digging deep within and you will find pain,
Keep digging deep within and you will find Truth,
Keep digging deep within and eventually you will find real love,
Keep digging deep within and you will find peace,
Keep digging deep within and you will find me.
March 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Before Fences
Does it really matter,
What side of a fence one sits...
When picking someone to lead?
All will have no choice but to follow,
With a digging out from a ditch.
Regardless who has the influence.
Or one's beliefs of kept biased affiliations?
And that fence...
Once constructed to separate,
An immaturity of kept indifferences...
Absolutely makes no sense.
Since the hole widening under it,
Promises to engulf all divisions.
And their useless arguments.
And before fences were constructed...
A dignity and pride with identity,
Was a respect that given and to all had owned.
But a greeding seems to have come to defeat stabilities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Digging In The Dirt
Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time its getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Cant go on like this too long
{chorus:}
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
This time youve gone too far [x3]
I told you [x4]
Dont talk back
Just drive the car
Shut your mouth
I know what you are
Dont say nothing
Keep your hands on the wheel
Dont turn around
This is for real
Digging in the dirt
Stay with me, I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
Open up the places I got hurt
The more I look, the more I find
As I close on in, I get so blind
I feel it in my head, I feel it in my toes
I feel it in my sex, thats the place it goes
[chorus]
Im digging in the dirt
Stay with me I need support
Im digging in the dirt
To find the places I got hurt
To open up the places I got hurt
Digging in the dirt
To find the places we got hurt
[x7]
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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With A Groove You Did Done
Dig it with your groove on.
Dig it with a groove you did done!
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.
Don't be a half-stepper,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regretting to be better,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regardless of the weather,
Do with a digging that's done.
And gitcha groove on.
And gitcha, gitcha groove on.
Don't be a half-stepper,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regretting to be better,
Doing with a digging that's done.
Regardless of the weather,
Do with a digging that's done.
And gitcha groove on.
And gitcha, gitcha groove on.
Dig it with your groove on.
Dig it with a groove you did done!
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove on...
Digging with a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.
With a groove you did done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slashing isn't digging nor is digging called sowing.
Shaking The Doll
Oh I wont be your pretty baby,
I wont eat from your hand again.
And the man in the white says its alright,
He says, come on girl give up the fight.
Youll go to sleep, there will be no pain.
Well I want to live with myself again.
Well, where we lived there was a lighthouse,
Throwing a white beam into our house,
Over my body when I was sleeping,
Over the secrets I was keeping,
I could tell myself there would be no pain,
But I have to live with myself again.
Im digging up, Im digging up,
Im digging up, Im digging up,
Im digging up, Im digging up,
Im digging in the earth.
Im looking for signs
And Im shaking the dolls
And the fairy-tales lied
And somewhere, back there
I didnt understand,
Man and woman and woman and man.
And Im shaking the dolls
Im shaking the dolls.
Oooh, the dream isnt coming through,
I cant feel for you.
Well somewhere, back there
I didnt understand,
Man and woman and woman and man,
And Im shaking the dolls
Im shaking the dolls.
Oooh I have to live with myself again,
Oohh I want to be with my body again,
Ooohyou cant make me hollow again.
Oooh, the dream isnt coming through
I cant feel for you.
Love, shooting up, through my veins,
I gotta get a hit again.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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A minnow, trench and a widow
I found a guppy struggles to swim in that lack of water ditch
And I borrowed a bucket of water from the near by watering widow.
Then I poured the whole into the ditch.
Oh! The minnow swims happily I watched
And I too felt happy after a long time.
I returned the bucket and said; 'Thank you very much Madam.'
I sniffed and measured her roomy smile
Really it's deeper than the trench.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Fallen In
She promised me a
“Better life”
As we moved in there
I hated it
Something’s don’t change
For nothing will be the same
After we moved in I lost something
Something so vital in
My upbringing
That I would not be the same person I am today
That something
Would be my family
They turned into just
People I live with
Day to day
The longer we stayed
The longer we got comfortable
The bigger the hole got
And the littler the latter got
At one time the latter was only half as tall as the hole
But we kept on digging and digging and digging
To where the hole is to big to deep
To climb out of
Now it’s as if we all are stuck in the middle
Big hole with no way out
So someone is smothering us
Since we all have
Fallen in
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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