When it flows no one really knows where it goes...

Love poem for no 1...
i talk aimlessly about whats going on..My mind is...

You.
Trade in your used golf clubs...

Lonely days, and lonely nights. Suppressed...
self control, and a drive to feed...

She's so beautiful its ridiculous, does her lover...

We are all connected to the source.
Yes it created it, but of course...