VAN LIFE DREAMING

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[THIS IS THE VAN I BOUGHT]

 

a lot of the poetry i write is born from the desire to leave my conventional life that i feel trapped by….i actually bought a high top van about a month ago, and i felt so secure knowing that i had a place to live when i decided to escape this rat race…but i traded the van for another vehicle because i forgot that i still have to live here one more year and go through another winter…and i did not want to get up every morning and have to scrape the snow and ice off my van….as it was way too tall to fit inside a garage…..i now regret trading it in….BUT at the end of next year i will be ready again to buy another one…and get it fixed up to live in….so i will pay off my bills in the coming year and save up money….i will be moving out of my apartment in November, and moving to someones house and i won’t have to pay any rent….so i can work one more year…pay off bills and save money…trade the car for a van…get all the necessary things to make it livable & start living in my van….this is my dream life……

 

Here is just one of zillions of videos out there of people living in their vans & loving it……

The life of a Nomad :

 

DA DA

endless bliss blue sky

endless bliss stars twinkling

endless bliss blissing

 

no job togo to

no sound to hear

nothing to worry about

 

hum hum hum hum

ha ha ha ha

da da da da

THE NATURAL STATE

nature is freedom

only man pays for his keep

as he rapes her

 

the natural state

is mans only escape

from this prison world

 

how do you get there

as you slave working til death

just disappear ?

 

wherever you go

you have to hide your freedom

or they will find you

 

i want to go to

this natural state of freedom

what price do i pay ?

 

 

 

 

 

HONEY TRAP

It’s so sweet to dream

I will do this and that thing

My bed will be big

 

All the gut wrenching

Mind fucks this planet observes

Swimming in honey

 

What is this evil

Trying to prevent freedom

Always in control

 

I want to escape

From the land of law and order

This honeytrap life

DIAMONDS

when i was young

i didn’t know

i didn’t know

where i would go

i never made

any plans

i just trusted

invisible hands

now youth is gone

and looking back

at all the trust

i gave away

i ended up

here

upside down

all my love

spilled

to the ground

the ground is rich

with all my love

and all the diamonds

to be found

 

 

 

WITHOUT YOUR LOVE

 

all the booze

i don’t care

drunk

on myself

in my despair

 

the memories

of us

so in love

turned to gin

again and again

 

when i think

of us

my body cries

without your love

my body dies

dead so long

without your love

dead so long

without your love

 

dead so long

without your love

 

dead so long

without your love