Flushing Turbulent

Upon the many currents under ocean linings. Winding roads spread out in vastness battling to maintain an equilibrium. We tampered with natures natural rhythms. Distorting disarray with total disorder. Chaos realms as mother nature battles with human blending torrential hazards consisting of all the devils from mankind's evil selfish spreads. We are but stuck in a rut, for it be such disastrous mess.

Beauty from natures spinning yarns was somewhat forgotten, as everything sunk to the bottom. Over time as mother nature battled on we kept on sucking our oceans bed. The buccaneers raging wars for land was sandy beds to lay their weary heads. As sunken ships dripped gold down. Gold diggers, are blindly driven unethical selfish tyrants. We have just as many around now as there were then in days gone by.

Many masks be worn on todays invisible ocean squeezers. Like ships holding banquets hoisting sailing parties .Extravagant voyages deploring many travel bookers spreads. Sales consultants get a ticket. A big commission for planting numbers of humans on ships. About to drip with more money. ' Grab your deal ' ships sail not caring one iota about the whale under the big floating party. Parties treating our oceans as a huge toy. The travel industry expelling waste from drunks under it's ship trunk. Then where does that end up ? Not in my mother's tea-cup my dear spectators. Those tea-leaf's tell many stories I have yet to unfold.

Be it possible for travel nerds to create safer swimming vessels ? Respecting the underlife of oceans creatures ? Desperate to re-plant their own happiness. Once your fat belly has swum through mountains of coral-beds bleeding young fish eggs, ready to hatch. Then the desperation amounts once more. Not only ocean tourism sucking buckets from credit cards holes in walls. Holes in ships silently adrift loaded to the hilt. Now bucking off all stale bread of many sorts.

Fishermans boats nets are many. Awaiting in the wings, with baited breath from untrue sailors. Some stinking men of sea. Men of sea should considerate be. In my own eyes, they are none the better than the vessels of luxurious inclination. Lined up to show off one's money on floats. Those fancy boats called yachts. Monte Carlo's dashing billionaires harbour has rather allot. We have to battle with the sickened bunch of hungry flashy millionaires, who care not about nothing, other than what they have in their pot of money. They like blonde women to wear a bikini, of course to pose on their yachts nose. On-course to get richer. Travel light ' Miss World'.

We have to get all your brains tested fast. Money doesn't last, but nature's an on-going carousel, which will be here long after we've all gone to heaven or hell. You don't for one moment think you're going to heaven if you're a rich bumkin do you ? Pull the other leg. Unless of course you invest in saving the ocean. The angels might consider offering you a pass.

Here we are standing on ocean drive an American hive, I seem to remember. Isn't it somewhat odd how those greedy hungry business driven lot. Connivers put you right on the spot at a meeting location overlooking the ocean of-course. Pull out ocean names after lighting huge cigars. Champagne on the side. The oyster bar, a place they like to hide. All comes in with the tide.

Ships roll in. Lighting up all new investments. Hotels or bars with lights. Not a moment of thought goes into ocean life. Instead they capture dolphins to put on shows that bring in fortunes. Another selfish tourism thread. Done the deal caught the fish. Signed the cheque. Off they go back to bed to watch stocks and shares. Full of more food they've eaten. A fish perhaps lobsters was on the menu.

How have we started to mend the mess ? I must confess some of our good Samaritans have been pulling their hair out. Those of us who worship nature in all her glory have put our thinking caps on. Henceforth finally some of us are transforming our domestic taverns into saintly quarters. Dividing our domesticities to high end lines. Bending backwards to ensure councils maintaining boroughs, within those seated in environmental departments. Finally wake up to daily life maintenance. So forth meaning heightened new transitions from many sources pour in.

Meditation classes accompanying yoga has finally put needle to thread. Environmentally friendly products of all shapes and sizes peer through our computer screen. The sizes of our wallets are somewhat an unconsidered fact of the matter at hand. Brands compete to make ends meet, as we ourselves inspect colours as significant within selling points. Going green being quite a known slogan. Slogans are a significant fact. Catching consumers eyes for a bargain hunter on the hunt. Be it a craftily woven trick of the trade. One moves mountains if your shops counter is well laid.

Don't do boring, customers get distracted. Is it all written on the back of the packet ? Ingredients ? The farm must be organic. Whereupon your fish was slaughtered before being sliced into quarters. There's allot to be said for fine detail nowadays. My late mother inspected every word from front to back on those glossy packets lining shop floor counters. Be it she wore spectacles of high end magnified apparel. Examining details to one of my mother's kind would bring Inspector Morse to his knees in front of her eyes. One did require patience of a saint shopping with likes of my mother.

Do not be blinded by marketing tactics. Much of a racket in the trade goes on. One's eyes need to be wide open at all times. As we have reached new chapters within marketing terrain. We are suddenly spoilt for choice. From large brands to independent suppliers. Always look closely at the farming protocol. Good organic farms for ocean catches will display themselves with pride. After-all they've nothing to hide. There's a huge difference between caring farmers or blood thirsty cash driven species of fakes, than real going green men.

Now we stand at head port raising our eyebrows. I see far a field, like a seaman looking at a sunset over a beach filled with white sand. One we can't reach, yet there has to be solutions to problems upon other problems which yield up. People strive to survive to keep our beautiful decaying ocean alive.

Ideas slither like sea creatures gliding for surviving. Riding within each tide which sings to the moon whose eyes concerningly look down upon the current mess. We of concerning minds step forwards. Ideas rescuing sea life in all formations. Glaciers in Antarctica melt causing ocean rises. Warming of oceans carries more issues we now must face. Time is of the essence. We cannot hang around. The ocean's crying out loud with desperate screams. Seals landings, callings from whales crying out loud. We must act now.

Upon my instinct thinking out loud. I now believe trash disposed before disposal must be diagnosed differently. Re-compartmentalization of various more thoroughness be required. Unfortunately we cannot rely on local caretakers or councils to be dependable bodies. Therefore we require new organisations with companies who need to step inside this current infested wormhole. Thereafter, upon this priority being put into place. Inventions need to be examined from creative sources of new ways forward.

From my own investigative journalism I clearly see not enough is currently being undertaken. Be it a mountain we must climb. One must set the footprints in the sand to begin any new journey. I do believe an entirely new system of inventions which can be created to solve current issues with waste disposal. Thereafter, we avoid use of the ocean as a trash can. The various ideas within one's mindsets would require millions of pounds regards financial spreadsheet investments. Then ideas can be constructed to move forwards. Once a possible plan receives a guaranteed sponsorship. We can move onto future ideas. Then the plan requires the necessary additions to come to life. Any present life force requiring rescuing now must re-immerse itself to grow within our ever changing exciting world. Let's make it happen.

Yvette Louise Melech

( Delila Redditt Sudo-name)