An ode to everything, for everything is, in the darkest of times, no never alone, only yourself and everything else, the most that there ever was, the most that there is,the most that there will, the most of my will. Alll of myself, verses for everything, for life is a fight, a fight we can't win, a fight to remember, a life celebration, a fight of lovers that are lovers forever, a love for the spirit, the spirit of all, and the spirits that were and the spirits that will be.
An ode to myself, since I am a part, I may not have begotten, what I have got, but I am myself and all that is not, I am myself, the parts and the parcels.
An ode to Scotland, the scotch and the whisky, the wines, and the beer and the spirit.
An ode, oh, my friends, an ode to distance, the internet, cheese and baklava and bread.
An ode to singing, at night, in the dark, naked and listening to Beethoven that's all.
The beetles and Buddha, Muhammad, Obama, Confucius and Snoopy, an ode to them all.
The suns and the guns, my cloths and my cock, for coffee and cola, for the love of it all.
An ode to Jesus, which repeats after all, for thousands of years, the best god of all.
Explosions Hazaah, the great sextasy, and the lesser pleasures, like shitting and pee.
An ode to it all, the majestic feelings, the deepest sorrows, of cats and of dogs, of horses and boars, dejection and more and more and more, ad infinitum.
