Who glitters in the salty spray
\nWhen the great sun shines
\nWhose elegance and majesty
\nIs open to the signs
\nWho openly absorbs the good
\nAnd Suffers the inevitable
\nThat just no species should<\/p>\n
Out across the spectrum
\nThe diamond studded sea
\nThrown into a chaos
\nBy the banging boats that be
\nFrighteningly and creating
\nA treacherous path to where
\nThe Japanese provide the anguish
\nAnd the darkly vile despair<\/p>\n
Where pods are torn a’sunder
\nIn the theatrics of life
\nDrawing down the evil
\nAnd the ensuing strife<\/p>\n
The Bottlenosed and the Risso’s
\nCaught up in nets of woe
\nLost souls from devotion
\nAnd their eternal glow
\nWho scurry in the slurry
\nAnd are wrestled in the sea
\nBy the frogman with their dogma
\nWho beat us mercilessly<\/p>\n
Waking up to murder
\nSuffering the pain
\nStaring into eternity
\nLost in that refrain
\nAll their spirits broken
\nIn the froth of time
\nThe uncanny rush of adrenaline
\nThat forces out the chyme<\/p>\n
Digestion takes a downer
\nDesirous of a way
\nOf fighting back emotions
\nAnd the order of the day
\nThe skiffs are on the surface
\nDriving for all their worth
\nThe pods their need is thriving
\nAn Amassing of their worth<\/p>\n
Some may lose the battle
\nAnd be driven to the cove
\nWhere lust disgust and going
\nFor bust
\nAre smashed inside that stove
\nOf utter degradation
\nThe pulverisation there
\nTrapped inside the bobbing nets
\nAnd tarps of such despair<\/p>\n
Hearing the cries of family
\nSuffering there too
\nHopeful to escape back
\nIn the safety of the blue
\nYonder and to squander
\nThat life force that now seems
\nLost and gone forever
\nIn the waves of violent dreams<\/p>\n
The squalor of each moment
\nThe sanctity of self
\nLabouring together
\nOn the final shelf
\nOf certain aggravation
\nOf their great ugly hand
\nThat grabs every emotion
\nOf our echo wonderland<\/p>\n
Smashed till recognition
\nAnd strategy is lost
\nIn the revolving door of darkness
\nThe ultimate of cost
\nDesirous of a destiny
\nDelivering the same
\nAnd The ghastly ghoulish gripping
\nGambling of blame<\/p>\n
What is loathsome behaviour
\nIn the melee of the sinned
\nThe stoking down of innocence
\nIn the confines where the wind
\nGrows with all its anger
\nFeeling angels in the midst
\nTorn into confusion
\nReally drawn off the piste<\/p>\n
Where jackals of emotion
\nLament each passing cloud
\nAnd suffer as the children suffer
\nIn the descending shroud
\nOf gloom and doom and anger
\nOf the startling and wrong
\nAs mothers lose their babies
\nAnd elegise in song<\/p>\n
Across the bay of purity
\nInto the cove where hate
\nAnd violence comes a calling
\nAnd souls designate
\nThe optimum conclusion
\nDeath is coming fast
\nPithed out of existence
\nBy the steel rod that was cast<\/p>\n
Their spinal columns feel the strain
\nAnd cracks under the weight
\nAnd the shaking and the shivering
\nAnd the silence and the state
\nAs the gates of hell are opened
\nTo the resonance of man
\nThe Japanese inflict their hair kiri
\nAnd they plan
\nThe downfall of the bottle. Ones
\nAnd the Risso’s and yes more
\nAngels caught up
\nIn the throat of what
\nThey all call war<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Who glitters in the salty spray When the great sun shines Whose elegance and majesty Is open to the signs Who openly absorbs the good And Suffers the inevitable That just no species should Out across the spectrum The diamond … Continue reading