Found my missing rib;
taken many eons ago,
from man’s first ever crib.
Named every living thing,
even she who Woo Man,
she who changes everything.
Now all time is theirs;
though life goes onwards,
I am caged to all of hers.
What you have seen before now
Is nothing like you will yet know.
Mountains higher than the clouds
Or galaxies from fictional worlds
Will flash before you in fast floods.
The breath of a lung transits
Or to anti-bodies a virus submits.
The skeleton of a lonely fetus,
As that of a Mammoth is shown us
And not a scene is ever a loss.
The Red sea had betrayed
The depths Egyptians embraced.
White Mountains of ice only
In the south pole melts slowly
As you watch it all so warmly.
Roof of this world up high
Marbles the earth down here.
Clusters of fish eggs hatches,
Soldier ant worker matches,
As its eyelids blinks its lashes.
The wedding of a Queens maid
Or a Roman shield in a pyramid.
A shark outwit a dozen sailors,
Unlike Caesar in a senate of traitors
Centuries ago showed their failures.
A terrorist and freedom fighter
Are both made a fire and its lighter.
A domesticated wolf devours a man,
For a just reason it is shown it can.
You enjoy the deserts heat under a fan.
Bloody vessels in vain roam a sea,
A ghost discusses and drinks tea.
The passengers of an old plane crash
Board same plane again and smash.
Wealth you see leaves you no cash.
Every conceivable game is played
By men, animals, plants displayed.
The thickest clouds parade the sky
On pillars Himalayans peak up high
Or over raging ocean waters they fly.
Dancing birds dressed up to mate,
Two collapsed towers dust their fate.
Deepest valleys in the ocean waters
Reveal their secrets nature alters,
Nothing else in the world matters.
Uproar of a stampede crowds on,
Boiling heat erupting within the sun.
Sudden death stills a pumping heart,
A sprints heat repeated from start,
The tracks appear your viewing mat.
Ash, gas and molten are experienced
Volcano erupts its bowels so tensed.
Frogs hopping on water incredibly,
Like a pebble tossed so skillfully.
Sand storms windowed luxuriously.
Satans countless personifications,
Lords every era that raped nations.
Dancers of every race, sort and style,
Every single bubble in a mug of ale.
You see the characters in every tale.
Sparingly dressed wives in a harem,
Cardinal’s son talk as you hear them.
A view beneath a standing Scots kilt,
Happenings in a billionaires treat.
Everything in sight, with every tilt.
Bullets leaving a steel chamber,
A pierced lung as all its air wonder.
Endless flocks of Pelicans go south,
Yellow Monarchs clouds flicker north
Their beauty fills the mind’s thought.
Angels shield a saint on a mission,
Nerves’ twitch response a decision.
Ant like pedestrians on a city street,
Unsympathetic, selfish, proud fleet
Leave tastes bitter, salty, sour, sweet.
Mans quest for unknown perfections
Blurs with omissions or commissions
Constructed aids in achieved means
Entertain, educate, inform all beings,
Yet humanity’s future it weans.
When the heard child laughs
because he or she is yet to learn
that the humans hate bathes
itself with a very muddy hand.
When the grown up man
looks another in the face
with the sympathy he can,
yet his steps he retrace.
When the means so abound
and situations led are bred,
so that no bread is found
or all the many needy fed.
When the minds of people
work in a pattern so futile
to their every tiny single
breath and existing smile.
When the scale is tilt
in favour of the weight
of the gold and its guilt
not honour at its height.
When the support falters,
for man chooses to urinate
in his salads and waters
on the earth he can’t imitate.
When all that exists
speaks for the destination,
then man opens all the exits
and runs out in damnation.
Beats of sounds speaks out
to be heard outside thought.
Taught mind holds out its arms
which melodies caress, disarms.
Balance placed all around is
quite fondly rolled out like this.
With august carpets welcomed
to change moods succumbed.
Beauty revealed in rhythm
that alone fills the chasm,
Teaches that nature is a song
sang in the world it belong.
Listening to living all about,
natural in whisper or shout.
Speaking like any language
for those alive, of every age.
This one common dialect
that nature would select,
to talk to all its wards
over whom it over-lords.
Into the rhymes of beats
even the soul also eats.
For the monastery of man
isn’t too lonely to jam.
Drummed beats within ribs
carry breath beyond its cribs.
Heard inside ears own confine
till sound buries its own coffin.
This atmospheric gaol of man
he has only, all he does plan.
In its whirl spin of mystery,
it entertains man’s misery.
Trunk sounds nosy trumpets
like fluty birds in high nests.
Peckers tap wooden gongs
as leggy harps chirp songs.
The hiss lull of breezy air
and crescendo a storm blare;
conducts brown, green and blue
into a harmony hardly new.
As sound speaks and entertain,
nature so musically maintain
the oneness of all it breeds;
sanely soothing all it feeds.
The metaphor portrays the act,
that cannot dispute the fact;
That the fruit of this only life
Metamorphose with all alive.