Our pod was swimming merrily
\nOff the coast of Japan
\nI was with my mother
\nshe was my life time fan
\nMy goddess and my mentor
\ncreation brought her to me
\nUndeniably a friend for life
\nand someone who could be<\/p>\n
Everyday together
\nunderneath the blue
\nNirvana she had called me
\nbut I was clueless to
\nThe meaning how profound that was
\nbut I would know for all my days
\nWhen she would tell me to coexist
\nin the happiest of ways<\/p>\n
Learning to be able
\nto be worthwhile to be free
\nA pod is really made up
\nof all one’s family tree
\nUncles aunties sisters brothers
\neveryone was there
\nAnd enabliing togetherness
\nthat everyone could share<\/p>\n
I remember it was very calm
\nthe sea was extra blue
\nNo real waves to worry us
\nnothing to eschew
\nI had got much closer to my mother
\nQuite a plan
\nWhen suddenly a violent noise
\nwas it the pipes of pan<\/p>\n
And it was getting louder
\nthat noise from Japan
\nCreating so much chaos
\nreally Painful sound
\nWe all went into a panic
\nIt was the worst sound around<\/p>\n
These banging boats
\ncame out they all came from Taiji
\nMy mother was beside herself
\nas were others actually
\nDriving we were being driven
\ninto the rocky shore
\nThe dreaded cove at Taiji
\nof that I now was sure<\/p>\n
Infamous and dreaded
\nwhere the sea ran red
\nWhere pretty dolphins
\nwere enslaved and sold
\nAnd the rest would
\nend up dead
\nSome elders took to trying
\nTo fight back the desire
\nOur brains were feeling coddled
\nAnd our feelings they were dire<\/p>\n
A diabolical situation
\nDeveloping snd we
\nDecided we would fight like hell
\nAnd get back to the sea
\nWe rallied and we circled
\nTrying to get away
\nBut they kept up the banging
\nAs if trying to say<\/p>\n
You are to be ou r prisoners
\nYou are going to die
\nWe are going to eat your flesh
\nIn a big sashimi pie
\nToday the pod had juveniles
\nAt least twenty two
\nAll of us babies seemed too small
\nSo what were they going to do<\/p>\n
Murder us and eat us
\nOr take us back and drop
\nUs back into the ocean
\nWhatever we couldnt stop
\nMy mother was dragged into the cove
\nUnder the tarps of green
\nI was on my ownsome
\nuncles and aunts had been
\nPlaying now relentlessly what were we going to do
\nAnd I had lost my mother
\nShe was murdered good and true<\/p>\n
I was such a baby
\nhowd could they murder me
\nNot enough flesh on my body
\nfor a sand eel actually!
\nProbably stuffed with mercury
\nand PCB’s as well
\nDDT and glyphosate
\nall from monsatan,s HELL<\/p>\n
But that is now what happened
\nTaken back were we
\n22 young babies
\nAll dumped in the sea
\nWe were actual shark bait
\nWithout mums to provide
\nProtection and true knowledge
\nTrue infanticide<\/p>\n
No instinctive memory
\nAnd No knowledge day to day
\nHow could we get anywhere
\nIn this ocean of dismay
\nWe decided it seemed best to stay together
\nA little shoal
\na pod of youngsters, we
\nCould be the phantom army
\nWe could be unreal
\nFind a coral garden
\nAnd within that grove conceal<\/p>\n
To be in a prismatic place
\nOf colour everywhere
\nAnd to always be together
\nAnd try to be aware
\nTry to look out for each other
\nNo matter how big we grew
\nSince we have one common interest
\nIn everything we do<\/p>\n
We were all interconnected
\nRelations of a sort
\nComparatively similar
\nIn scale and yes in thought
\nEach having an identity
\nInterchangeably so
\nA kind of correspondence
\nOf being in the flow<\/p>\n
For me I was a wanderer
\nAnd enjoyed being alone
\nWe started off as 22
\nBut within a week
\nIt was known
\nSome had fallen by the wayside
\nWe now were down to 10
\nAt this rate I decided to
\nThink much more of ZEN<\/p>\n
The japanese could have killed us
\nBut we tried to disprove
\nThat theory with a query
\nWe could stay in the groove
\nOne night i had a funny dream
\nAnd thought i would dive down deep
\nTo the lower coral gardens
\nA more peaceful place to sleep<\/p>\n
But i was looking for someone to
\nShare my life and I found
\nA lady who was called melusine
\nA mermaid Who was bound
\nFor Neptunia a city neath the
\nSo called azure sea
\nWhere a great god was manifest
\nSo she invited me<\/p>\n
She said she had a sister
\nHer name it seemed was SWANN
\nShe had one red eye and one green eye
\nAnd her teeth sadly were gone
\nShe was a very pretty lady
\nAnd could swim Very fast
\nAnd when the sunlight reached her face
\nThe die of love was cast<\/p>\n
She called me her SHadow
\nA name that stuck for me
\nI gave up nirvana
\nShadow was cool you see
\nNot all juveniles make it
\nWhen pods go to taiji
\nSo what we began together
\nWas a University
\nTeaching about human traits
\nAnd the awful drive
\nAnd how it was right to leap over floats
\nAnd try to stay alive<\/p>\n
Make waves for NEPTUNIa
\nAnd join shadow and swann
\nReaching out to dolphins everywhere
\nAnd try to don
\nAnd aiding and abetting SEA shephed
\nAnd the gang
\nBy toning down the banging boats
\nTo a more acceptable clang<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Our pod was swimming merrily Off the coast of Japan I was with my mother she was my life time fan My goddess and my mentor creation brought her to me Undeniably a friend for life and someone who could … Continue reading