What kind of love is that… its make believe….
What kinda love is that…. Is it fantasy…
What kinda love is that… am I worth her dreams….
What kinda love is that…

Am I wanting or deserving.
Am I early.. am I late….
Im happy know ones hurting…
Someone found a (her/his) grave(soul).

Im not here, not past, not present nothing last.
Here and gone again.
Is it real or make believe.
Is it real life fantasy.

One heart (these hearts) can draw me in.
Evil labels letters, jokes.

What kinda Love… so many miles away.
What kinda Love… what’s falling anyway.
What kinda Love…. Now it’s all display.
What kinda Love… No underneath.

See my blue eye has been so torn.
Living on all these sides before.
Every day four warned.
No day on your side.
Just black and white.
They say it’s grey in the middle.
I the man who played the devil.
I took more than a fiddle.

Is it nursery or a rhyme.
There’s more patients than are people.


Am I scripted, window pane….
Im transparent energy.
See what you see is what they make.
A product of the lives they take.
they hide inside plain site and call it air.

Existence may be frugal.
My heart is not the same.
My love is not a tool, no wish to play a game.

What kinda love is that, swear I hear my name.
What kinda love is that, no need for letters.
What kinda world is that…..

We have all be charged up without wires.
Sensors or just strings. Haptics feedback without warning.
like testing door rings.
Chi could have it in you, divert and be shocked.
I have a heart that should not be locked.

Imma keep it moving null.
Stop.
Doubt it.
Just another shape, arrow at heart till the bubble breaks.
A man’s underground when they break him down.
What’s the snare of his rubber band sound.
Im just a clown, or a cloud or a clown.
Hop Beyond Duh

Son Real

Echo’d the name, I don’t feel the pain.
I swear I heard his name screaming from a loom.
They wanted, who?
common thread, new a banner, a symbol or forgotten proof.
not prof, not here to jack you off.

Made a legend, ate a sour, like a war head due.
Split an atom, share a soda might have kissed her to.
I want it lit beyond the measure.
Behind the lights I

bet her.
I want the thunder sound to break their crown.