I look before me into
The horizon.
I see the vast emptiness
Of ocean stretching
As far as I can see.
Standing on the edge,
I hear the deafening roar
Of the waves pound against
The jagged edge.
I feel the blustery wind blowing
Across my face.
I see the violet lightning arching
Across the nighttime sky,
As the malevolent storm approaches
Me.
The beast inside me stirs from its mighty
Slumber.
I feel its rage burning inside of me.
It lusting to break free and make the
World feel its wraith.
Burning fire of vengeance,
Burns like a beacon in my soul.
Trying to hold back the devastated
Soul.

The storm rages on uncontrollably,
The wind blows down anything in its sight.
Thunder shaking the ground as
If it was an earthquake.
Feeling the anger of despair,
The ocean swallows the huts that are
Near the water's edge.
Hearing the horrific screams of villagers,
As they are swept out to sea.
Other villagers look upon in disbelief
That their brothers and sisters
Were swept out to sea.

The storm disperses,
The heavenly light of the sun
Shines on what's left of
The tiny village.

We decide what is right
And what is easy.
How does one person
Know what they do is
Even right?
We have to pay the
Consequences for each
Choice we have to make,
And pay for our choices.
Nobody can escape the fate
Of made choices.

Can not sleep,
Mind racing with thoughts,
Memories flooding my mind,
Voices of those who have passed
Speaking in mind.

Night turning into dawn,
Still not able to sleep,
Today is your day.
Today you will embark on
A journey everyone takes.

Dawn turning into day,
People gathering for your
Special day.
Even though this time is
Different,
You'll always have friends,
Near and especially far.

Still can not sleep.

I know that I have so many experiences only in the past thirty one years of my life.  I just like everybody else who has seen loved ones pass, experienced life, found true happiness, and I wouldn't change one thing about it.  I serve awesome GOD, and thankful that he let me live this long, and I hope that he lets me live a little while longer.  Never had any fancy clothes; never had anything handed to me, always had to work for what I got.  I'm happy that I have a steady job, a wonderful wife that I get to come home to each day to from work, friends, and a wonderful family that loves me unconditionally.  I know the true adventures of life are fixing to start. I just pray that GOD gives me strength, courage, and patience whenever my wife and I have a kid. As people will say this is just the beginning of life and there are several more chapters that have to be written, but I'm ready to write those chapters done.  May God Bless you all.

Feeling

Wandering around in this cruel world,
Wandering why so many misfortunes
Have to happen to me?
What have I done?
Why is this happening again?

Trying so hard to make the best
Out of this life,
But yet it seems like I get nowhere.
Trying to keep calm and positive,
But when your spirit has been
Dealt devastating blow after blow.
Start to wonder when will it end.
Sometimes wonder if living life to the fullest,
Will ever be fulfilled.
So tired of hurting, waiting, and hoping
One day it will ease and normal again.

Winter's moon shining its eerie white light
On the freshly fallen snow.
Tracks too small for anybody
To identify.
A man struggles walking in knee deep
Snow. 
Blanket wrapped around him,
Trying not to shiver in the cold
And keep the wind from freezing
Him.
His body is colder than ice,
He can feel his blood starting to freeze
With each breathe.
With each step he thinks its his last
Step.
He is knows death is watching him in the shadows
Of the surrounding trees.
He would embrace death
Like an old friend.
He draws what he thinks is his last breathe
As he falls forward in the snow.
God has other plans for the man.
A stranger,
Who just so happened to be nearby walking in the
Snow,
Sees a lump in the snow.
The man awakes in a bed,
In a small cottage.
He wonders how he got
Inside the cottage.

Knowing that all things
Must come to an end.
How do you pick up
The pieces?
Why must we suffer
As much as we do?
Does each new day bring
Something new?
Or does it not care
Of the way we feel.
How can a human being
Ever get over the loss
Of something so dear to
Them?