Nature's canvas of sea and sand
Dunes are fashioned by sculptor's hand
Ceaseless portraits of white warm sand
Wind driven waves flail the shore
Waves curl their force of distant storms
Force spent beseeching open palms as they withdraw

Jagged picture the violent end to a young man's life
Time frozen at the end of a lethal fight
Torn is the uniform passage of the shrapnel's flight
Blue tinge the lips pass the soldier's one last sigh
Clear is the pupil as the soldier dies
Perfect the teardrop falls from his lifeless eye
Cold is the violence of bone shattered bullet flight
Flags and rubble slaughter-house midst of life
Savage their madness this bullet perfection as somebody dies

Seeing her drew me from my ocean expanse
My depth wells passion brings forth waves at her glance
Who is this woman with her knowledge of land?
A place where life dwells in forest and sand
With courage I say what name do you have?
With Earth's beauty and wisdom she replies like a pearl
I am Emily she says I embody the world
She like the land is a vision to see
I view her from my ocean that embraces all of me
Emily I say come paddle at my shore
In shallows I seek you my heart it does yearn
With a smile she replies and arrives like a storm
Footsteps her presence her tracks wash away
Symbols so fleeting in the tides of the day
Heaven is found between Earth and a wave
Emily's visit my desire that she stay.

In itself, outside itself
Sinister looks fathom deep
Echo chamber drinks its feed
Looking glass searching self-deceit
Fractal genius filthy grin
Seduction image starving thin
Temple collective craving pleasure
Wicked stands before its mirror
Scrolling worship narcissus nature
Am I what I wish to be
Am I fairest of them all
Crypto coin, avatar youth, media ****.

Shadow of my body
Portrait profile shape abyss
Silhouette etched companion
Sundial silent endless image in eclipse
Sunshine finger shadow
Cast in ceaseless flood
Hand in hand with depth of zero
Flatline presence of the dark
Mimic outline features stalking witness to all that shall unfold
Edge meshed in sequence coal dust outline of my soul.

If there were a bounty on your liver I would have you disembowelled.

I would read the future from your entrails and cry the answer to the crowd.

I would share the prediction with your children to see the look upon their face.

I cannot wait to get started.

I have never had so much interest in the outcome of your fate.

You will find him in many places in and around this town but this time it was between the aisles at the local liquor land.

He is a middle aged ******* and he does not seem to know it.

He drives a young-man's car, the color ***** red, the golf clubs are on the back seat, the ***** are in his head.

The receding hairline is the danger, when it starts to show, it is then his hormones tell him that the wife has to go.

He will go off and see his mates they will understand, they have all been through it and they will lend a hand, on which lawyer to select for the separation skirmish and other useful facts on child care avoidance.

It is his adolescence that he longs for the one he never had, he will now go off and buy the motorcycle, the one his parents wouldn't let him have.

This wife he's trading in was the one his parents gave full approval but this mouse wife has matured and is proving too great a handful.  It was daughters that she gave him and it was sons that he desired so his new ***** had better produce the goods or she will also be retired.