A Song/Poem Of Split Personality Of Soul !

You’re lonely needs, more than a body, more than a body. You have that! You have that! Your dog has that and so does your cat, cat, cat, at that, that, that!

You've had it, and had it, more than just a good long time, a good long time. Don't you get it, don't you get it. I've got it to. Just like you, just like you. "Just like you, will you, so I can too, too, too, true, true, true!

More than whoopty do, do, do with you, gone more than coo-coo-cool. Don't want another, so don't you bother, your not my Mother, or my Father!

Leave me of mine alone, alone! Let me touch me, not you, you, you. Word-wise or other-wise-guy, guy, guy, and don't even ask me why, why, why! Get out of my way, and don't even sit thee, behind me, behind me.

Don't ,don't, don't, even try to touch me any way you please, please, please! Leave me, be, be, be! Cause your beyond belief, believe you me, of myself, not myself, by myself, or even beside's myself! Until you can touch you, better, better, with some forever, ever, in your soul of so called souls.

More than "whoopty do, do, do, on you dude, dude, with no toot, toot not even cute, in your soul, soul!

Don't sing you through me, sing you through me! Someone sing my soul out through them, out through them! Don't say when, no pretend, no pretend! Just do it now, and pray sing me out, without the crowd, for crying of my soul out-loud, loud!

Don't, don't, don't, sing you through me, unless your the right somebody, that needs nobody's touch, but his own. Soul to soul, be right for me, sing you me through, coo-coo sweet cool! Coo-coo cool, and calm me of this down, down, down, coo-coo madness.

Sing you me through, me through, me through, soul to soul next to you, but not of body, not of body first. Registered lips, yes those you know I have! Don't seal this with a kiss of only body, without souls best first, souls best first.

The bite of the lips crush, can leave you with the lips of a little puppy dog, that has to lick kiss, all of his days. The puppy doesn't seem to mind, but your lips were made to see better days. Don't make me do it! Don't make me do it! Don't more than, make me do it!

The cracking of my registered hand of the other split of personality, as I tell you now first as well, soul to soul the only way, so we of I, and now you, can come to be of full understanding and know all. I speak now from more than the lips of body, of the all of me's at once unto you, for your own good, should you come to stand in touch wrong without first, rather from within first.

You'll never be able to completely reach me should you not offer me sincere heart of soul first. My hand may go all the way through your new bowling ball I bought for you. My other personality state, love's to shop, and cracks nothing but eggs, in ways of the norm. By the way, there's some nice colored ones on the ledge of kitchens personality fit and decorated for Easter's best!

So sing me through, up and out of thy mouth as peace has come to my many splits, and personalities of time's soul of more has struck to pop me out good as that one hell of more than just a Easter Egg, and of nog, making wife, you may never want to send back inside of you!

Should however you wish to send me in and then back out for fleshly natured offerings with the danger as well that will come if only lips are offered first, and things aren't done beyond mere ways of the fleshly norms so called best. Yes, you know I can go beyond myself and all this with your loving help,

Doctor, Doctor of love music's best, and so much more. May your lips never be offered as a dog, but if so, I won't come to kick you away, and since it was said, to be good enough for the dog, goose or gander and then some!

I'll try to put up with the lick of thy tongue with or without all of my splits. Do me, of me, and me, and me, and me, oh me, oh my, my, my, my, me oh my, why oh why, of so called wife right, right, right, unto life, life, life, no matter of how many, I should become, split unto split or split from split, and then again into bits and pieces of neurological personalities.

No-one wishes to see a un-lipped, not even fit for a dog to lick, husband gone earthly of only flesh mad, cause no soul was offered do a wife of the so much mores best, but only one and only one of the so called right man.

The so called curse is left up to only the men, and of my choosing I can't as of my many splits, of sicknesses best or not. It's up to you so called man among men, and beyond to be or not to be natured up right best, I hope, with all hope!

Please put down that "nog" of Easter's best, as you've had enough! I'll not have a man tampering with his personality of the blessed one, lipped-up, as zipped-up, or of never having much need to ever zip-up again, as a not of lipped man, can speak out thy mouth no better than some of those without tongue.

I promise never to bring those of illness that bite off tongues of people, when the wrong split nature creeps in, from my split personality Therapeutic Sessions. Just don't cheat on me, and you won't have to worry about loosing your lips or tongue!

The Doctor of love music's best, and more, say's to himself, "I thought demons were bad, and didn't care to deal with them to often, so I refused the ministries calling". In and out of her or me, hear me of I alone or not, as instead of dog eat dog, I choose best to go soul to soul with my wife's many personalities, of reality's best or not! I call unto you my maker, who is of all personalities throughout all worlds, including having the ability to understand personalities of demonic natures.

Did this all really happen and help you write this song, so as to more than live up to your name, as "Doctor Music Of Love's Best, And More"? You better ask your maker, as I may have enough to handle. Don't worry, things will work out, as I've came this far, without even coming close as "a pinch" of a crush to "Dog-Lipped-Up, No Need To Zip It Up Nature".

So don't you worry as dogs aren't of split personalities, and they'll still lick kiss me, like unto my maker when he spewed me out of my womb, but in a loving gracious way. I was the only known being to have been dog licked kissed clean of baby blood new born best, and paddled of dog blood hound tongue's best, to start my heart's blood pumping upon coming out there-of, as the Doctor had to use the going place.

This is probably why my maker knew I could put up, with what's said to be, "More Than A One Man Woman", and still be able to go it alone so to speak, even beyond what the other Doctor said he had to do, in and of toilet form.

Should anyone venture out unto marriage, take my advice, and make sure you kiss her a time or two with you’re testing of spirit's best, soon to possibly become as one. You don't want to jump into lips that crush down on yours like a vice.

Thanks to Jack La-lane and his wife, "I managed to do facial and lip exercises with them, and recorded Jack's song unto the maker, to listen to, should I be brought to kissing those quite a-luring but quite dangerous lips even when she's said within me to be somewhat normal or I within her hear she is, in some way, shape, or word-form of soul or not so much so, depending on the situations.

Pleasant dreams and more than pleasant kissing, and may no nightmares be brought upon thy lips, that would come to have you think you have become unpleasantly pheasant lipped-up, or birded up of beak without tongue's best enough to consider it red of worm of size.

Don't worry to much though, as thy maker is said to be of mouth only, but I hear of no lip talk. If it's good enough for thy maker to go lipless, and the dogs to go that route for the most part, then ye should be without complaint.

Pleasant licking of thy ice-creams, thy candy-bars, for that which was said to be of once more than just that of tongue alone! Maybe the little lady can manage to keep hers. Lips on one, and none on the other, with the kissed-up right meet-up, make you feel at least like your wearing something again, beyond thy tongue or beak alone.

Besides that birds can sing of beak without lips quite well. American Idol, may do even better yet still, if more birded-up nature sounds of at least back-ground were heard. The Bettles "Black-Bird", needed to be sound-birded-up more, with natures best for free of real even in the background.

Please don't bring in the whole Zoo full at once of sounds though, but then again why-not shoud you go with songs like, "The Lion Sleeps, Even Lipless Tonight", or "The Wonder Of It All" type rivers and water-falls, and pure nature heartless of pump of blood but of water sounds even better! That rock might add some heart blood pumping sounds with natures best though yet still, if you will!