…An old man by a seashore at the end of day Gazes the horizon with seawinds in his face Tempest-tossed island seasons all the same Anchorage unpainted and a ship without a name Sea without a shore for the banished one…

…angels do, or like the waves that wave. They climb, they sneak, they clamber, lurk, they go and race to win. They dive to clouds that fill the sky, and they cannot be seen. They darken, darker grow, die down, and split as ice in lake. They brighten up and race again, and rush against the night!…

…. THEY HAVE THE FAMILY AND ALWAYS THE SAME GAME ON. THEY USE PEOPLES FOR THEIR OWN PURPOSES, SO THAT PEOPLE DONT EVER HAVE THE HOMES FOR THEIR OWN FAMILIES. THEY IGNORE THE LIVE OF EVERYBODY ELSES IT JUST A WASY WAY TO…