Jobs

Jobs
I have
always
said
fuck that

but
I have
one
now
and a hat too

stripped
to the
bone

one
finds
what
works

see's
the
real
flows

and
finds
there
way

yet
still
it grates
at me

sometimes
I
just
go wondering

south
some
day I will
go north

some day
i will
put on the
hat

you know
the
tall
one

Jobs
I don't
want

yet
jobs I
will
have

How to find the light

How to find the light
for the roses in the darkness
when the flood water rises
how do you dance

you wait for it to recede
then you turn up the music
let the happyness flow
in those smiles are the roses
the fire that warms those dancing bodies
is the light of the moment

this, this here is the part of the human condition
in the dark recesses of the human soul
resides a smile that shines through it all
so the light for finding the roses
comes from with in.

Are there limits on souls

Are there limits on souls

It all has bounds doesn't it
we can fail you know
we can dream or we can do
Asteroids have a habit of shattering dreams
you know

Our Reptilian masters dreams
where shattered in a shower of crystal  

Yet we dance and smoke the days always
Ours souls basking in the glory
horror, smiles and tear of life and death

We dance on a spring trap
as we paint the sunsets read
do we paint a target on our
frolicking backs
is anyone putting limits on our souls
but our selves?