Dive Deep

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

into what is unknown.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

until peril is shown.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

to understand love.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

in ways high above.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

to perfume the air.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

keep touching her hair.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

to get under his skin.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

for new love to begin.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

when no one can tell.
Dive Deep
Dive Deep

in a personal hell.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

to finish that work.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

while going bezerk.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

while wishing one day.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

in causing delay.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

where no one can see.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

to a place you can’t flee.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

past all fault and despair.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

break out of that lair.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

into your own soul.

Dive Deep
Dive Deep

to find what you already know.

Becoming Undone

Now that it’s over with,
Now that it’s set and done,
Love is a selfish act
For one to become.
Now that the heart is settled, all through
Past judgments or mistakes
Are thrown askew.
Now that all is healed, it feels
Like a silly dream
Where poor souls do wander
In the heavy stream.
Now that it’s over with,
Many moons ago
A foolish woman
A whole year younger
Can finally let go.
Now that seasons pass,
Smelly turns to clean,
All it takes is a wash
Of all that once was mean.
Life is beautiful
In all its beauty,
And things aren’t what they seem.
Now that thoughts are free to go,
A life, pulled up, will gleam.
Now that every stinking hole
Plugged up, pushed in,
Like a hidden mole,
Will never again be seen.
There is still one question
Avoiding here,
One idea that will never know

The answer.
Does it really even matter?
Now that everything’s past,
Present can sink
Its meaty teeth
Into a new perspective,
One that lasts
To never pass
Inside the foolish realm
Of Love
again.
Now that it’s over with,
Now that it’s set and one,
Love was a frivolous act to solely become

undone.

Inviting Obscurities

Now, these lines speak of rhymes
And of our going chimes.
A liquid obtrude
Baying abuse
Seeming obtuse
To all its users, here.
A simple strike
Of the clock
Allows humour to rock
And chipped fingers
Belt a broken tune.
Disjointed and not amused.
But a lightness extracts
From future attacks
While pulling down slacks
To get a better view.
One side of this page
Bellows in rage
But vows to behave
After turning the page.
Opening wide
These lines
Never hide
All their scratches
All their pride
Bursting inside.
No more bent apple holes
Or old jelly rolls
To further their woes
Of almost matching up.
Swallow the sip
Of luck into
A melting pot of stuff
That winks with one eye
(without knowing why)
When there’s life in these strides
A mirror cracks by
Splintering all doubts
Of past-gone failures.
There is no such thing
As remorse;
Only moving forward.
With dips and pulls
And strings and nulls.
A hollow heart
Sits empty while
The rest is all filled up.

True Colonialism

It’s a real colonial equation:
Wanting for more, but caring for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Wishing for more, but waiting for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Hoping for more, but pining for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Yearning for more, but wheeling for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Fighting for more, but fending for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Killing for more, but saving for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Winning for more, but losing for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Filling for more, but starving for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Striving for more, keeping for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Hurting for more, but helping for less.
It’s a real colonial equation:
Learning for more, but neglecting for less.
It’s a real colonial equation.