Contentment?
Who needs contentment.
Let's burn this fxckxng house down
so our skin swelts from the heat
and our egos can cry for our lost possessions.
Who am I without my Things?
Who is Sisyphus without his boulder?
A man now content with only himself?
Gxddxmn Absurdism.

Contradictions that we agree upon,
Morbidly humurous situations,
Fictitious reality's dreams of truths,
And how we hate the things we truly love,
It's all so fake yet it also exists!

Inconsistency became consistent,
Change has always been unchanging, constant.
Reality has become vaguely clear,
Bravery has brought about many fears,
We wail with a smile as we cry our tears.

Living in a state of peaceful conflict,
Accepting that we're all clearly confused,
Dying as if we're living and breathing,
We open our eyes, sleeping and dreaming.

Let's lie in our bed
Among pillows and threads
Wear your hair on my head, as a crown

Borne of Brautigan's dreams
Rainbow trouts in the stream
Watermelon moonbeams trickle down

Black hats, purple robes
Magicians love
To serve us all
Bubbling bubbles of desire
Lift me up
Higher and higher
Somewhere buried
In the sky

I discover
A taste a feel
On my finger tips
Touching with my very hand
In an unknown land
I realize
That I can have
Absolutely
ANYTHING !!
anything the world
Can bring

So  each and every day
Solid bricks
Fly out of me
As I build
With building blocks
Desire pushes me
Up and up
Spiraling stairways, climbing spires
Take me to the very top

And then one crooked day
Bursting bubbles, worlds collide
Broken stairs, broken bones
short end of a wish bone
Steep steps rolling down
Once again
I find I am crying
Rubble all around
Falling tumbling down

But in
Crumbling castles of desire
I find my essence purified
Like a living flower
Sweetness springs
From inside
With a song
It sings
Out loud

I only wish to hear
The sea
To feel the sand
Beneath my feet
The wind blowing
Through my hair
And take a breath
Of clean fresh air

As I am lifted
With every step
All desires fulfilled
With every stride
10 thousand steps
I walk each day
Each one filled
with
JOY!

So in this
Crumbling castle of desire
I feel a LOVE of life
In every part
I find my wishes
Just right here
Desire so very close to me
I can only feel
So blissfully

Each and every single day !

I just feel so fluid,
maybe I'm breathing through a dream.
I feel everything but stupid,
can you feel just what I mean.
I am muscle, I am bone.
And I'm standing here alone.
But there's no where I want to go,
this is a feeling I rarely know.
This experience I can't describe.
I am just enjoying being.
I feel no shame to hide,
at least none that I am seeing.
Is this the knowledge of rebirth,
or a break given by the Earth.
I do no hunger, I feel no thirst.
Maybe it's been quenched by my lack of yearn.
My conscience feels so empty,
and yet I'm still satisfied.
And in now I know that you won't forget me,
Just because in now I am alive.

Standing outside just to breathe fresh air,
maybe I'm pretty dull for enjoying the feeling of standing there.
But there's just so much to take in, so much see,
so much to hear and feel and experience "here to be".
And yet there's something else here,
something I can't comprehend.
It's a comfort that for as long as I can stand here I cannot understand.
But's it's not a feeling of pure madness,
I know that feeling is long gone.
It's a pleasant aroma, a strengthening touch, and a beautiful song.
I don't know if others feel or felt this,
but I surely hope some have.
It's a feeling better than smiling the widest smile,
or the most jolly filled laugh.
Now I know why I live here,
it's this feeling that I must share,
the feeling that can summon so much joy from only standing there