*** is This, and who the ****
Is Chris? Is this Who you’ve been with?
The “down-low” kind of wind,
Out in the Ether listening in
To cheaters, killers, ******
“She’s like the wind”
Your love is a fickle thing,
What ev’s, I know my Tomorrow
Waits for me there
This must be a detour
What’s to learn from this
A momentary lapse of thought,
Blink blink wink.

*** with that kiss, Judas! ?
Yo bro that’s no bueno, being dissed
By thee who assumed too much of me
This is a flicker in the hummingbirds’ wings
We passing things passionate
By the feelings fraught with Disingenuous
   misinformation
   is more like
An honest mistake, not that serious,
But those whose intentions
Are —divide to conquer,
(Good liars are the worst)
All life gets plundered, we mean
Nothing to them, vice verse.

But these playing fields we **** dry
Diminished by human wishes
Themselves to please, they all Lie
Only we are the chosen to
Tend to what was once a garden
I thought everyone should know

Eden is the War-zone
X marks
The End friends on
The playing field, *** is this ??
From a virus to a virus
Men and germs
Infecting worlds and aye
I know my Tomorrow is
Not me today,
I know but not really
Know where I’m going after this
*** happened to
home ? Love ? soul?
Chris?
Am I all alone in this
A So called Eden.?