She bohemian art shaman,
         a cosmic clown tribe,
         a Voodoo Chile; Hendrix-haired.

Sometimes I think the Wankerverse*
is the best description
of where  I like to make pancakes for her....

A kiss from her lips feels like a sunrise
after a midnight Shpongle dance party.

Sometimes
I just sit
And feel
The adrenaline
That courses
In my veins
Constantly
I caress it
Let it flow
Through my flesh
Feel it run
Down my spine
Through my arms
To the tips
Of my fingers
Sometimes it makes
Me sick
My stomach turns
Aches
My head beats
Loudly
Droning
To my pulse
Which is consistent
And fast
I smile
I love it
I want more
I feel like a
Maniac

There the fountain of eternity!
it's water luminary
quenching our thirsts
will give us magical longevity!
Behold its tempt!
men may fail,for it makes a fool out of them and
watch them wail
as there's no such thing
as fountain of age ....

Make your words clear
Always be sincere
The little ones need you
Just be there
Guide and protect them
Show them the way
Give them tender-loving care
Each and every day