A Gil in the docks
As always the flock
Becomes a stampede of mindless
Youthism
Like old newspapers
I think of words
Like unequivocal
Or enterprise
And find the omission
Of interest
Constant and timid
Like paper bins
Or rootball images of day and night

Someday the seances of youth will fade away
Like films full of hatred and lives full of war
Or seething castes of poor old folk
Wishing deaths hymn sing aghast them and benign

Shadow's
Penetrate my skin,
My soul banishing them,
To a nether-land,
Of no thought, or image,
Like black water,
Without the racist mingling eagle hunters,
Dreary nights,
Capture me like a vintage car,
Death leaves no traces' in itself,
Or of itself,
Just selfish flaws counseling each other,
Each one waiting to finish someone, or something,

I've seen wild winds,
Fighting each-other,
In bathrooms,
In places where dark clouds stream aimlessly,

Whatever you believe,
Make sure it's true,
Until the collapse of everything you know,
It will be the only thought to grow,

Don't be like the rest,
Or even think to finish death's song,
It's far to quick,

Very few Devils live like Satan,
Very few people care,

Very many people die,
Wishing life's regrets were blue,

I'd like to finish this off,
By asking you a question,
Do you think I can sing? To the colorless hue of Light growing,
Like a candle in my room?

I've seen a better part
Of overwhelming emotion
It's strange
An ebb and flow
Of apathy and actually
Living
Feeling an emotion
Feeling a feeling
Feel
When your body
Is alive
And your mind is trying
To let it slide
Behind
I am fine
I am
Life is beautiful