Of the sea
\nAn intelligence
\nSecond to none
\nA companion
\nWhen the day is done<\/p>\n
Lost on the ocean
\nRipples and rings
\nWe talk to ourselves
\nAnd we know what that brings<\/p>\n
Some might say madness
\nBut others know
\nIt brings enlightenment
\nAnd with time on our hands
\nIt does grow<\/p>\n
MErdol a feminine
\nFigure perhaps
\nA companion of sorts
\nWe keep under wraps<\/p>\n
Essential and visible
\nSolidity
\nA tangible being
\nIntrinisically<\/p>\n
Related inherent
\nOf all that we see
\nWith an affiliation
\nA connection there be<\/p>\n
Collaterality
\nPerspective too
\nA logicality
\nIts good and true<\/p>\n
A clanship perhaps
\nA relation of sorts
\nAnalogous somehow
\nPart of my thoughts<\/p>\n
Perhaps indistinguishable
\nIn a minds eye
\nThe spitting image
\nLets ask ourselves why<\/p>\n
A feminine form
\nA bottlenosed show
\nReflections and shadows
\nWhere ever we go<\/p>\n
A pantomime figure
\nA magickal pose
\nA sort of disguise
\nThat certainly grows<\/p>\n
On one whenever the merdol
\nComes by
\nBreaking the surface
\nIts when our eye
\nMeets we remember
\nThe inventive soul
\nSharing a breath
\nIn itself the control<\/p>\n
All dolphins are merdols
\nAll merdols maybe
\nThe mermaids of mariners
\nWhen lost at sea<\/p>\n
In a bountiful swell
\nThe diminutive one
\nCreates his inadequacy
\nUnder the sun<\/p>\n
Purely minutiae
\nUnder her spell
\nA sprinkle of imagination
\nAs well<\/p>\n
The bottlenose dolphin
\nA saviour she be
\nTo the mariners sanity
\nWhen lost at sea<\/p>\n
The bottlenosed dolphins
\nAll those from Taiji
\nAre actually mermaids
\nIntelligently<\/p>\n
Speaking the feminine
\nperfect and sure
\nWho come to the air
\nOf the drowninga and more<\/p>\n
Than that they are hopeful
\nThey champion good
\nLoyal to their friends
\nAnd honestly should<\/p>\n
Be protected around the world
\nFor who they be
\nNot mammals to eat
\nBut souls who can see<\/p>\n
The abuse and the cruelty
\nThe madness of man
\nThe evil he hold onto
\nAnd why Japan<\/p>\n
Is really as heartless
\nAnd blinded as well
\nAnd its fixation of profit
\nThat it never could sell<\/p>\n
It remains a pariah
\nIn so many ways
\nTrue gynophobics
\nUnworthy of praise<\/p>\n
Unable to admit to
\nTheir subordinacy
\nWhich in modern day parlance
\nBecomes heresy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Of the sea An intelligence Second to none A companion When the day is done Lost on the ocean Ripples and rings We talk to ourselves And we know what that brings Some might say madness But others know It … Continue reading