Tides of the moon

Ever since I was just a lad, I've looked up into the sky at night and wondered, "Why is that moon there?"It does illuminate the night sky to an extent, but what am I doing while it's lighting up the night sky? Oh yah, I'm sleeping.

Thanks moon.

Apparently it affects the way the tide does its business splashing on the beach. Does that really have a profound effect on life? Well it might, but not to me. I'm just a simple dude.

Enough with the moon bashing though.

That warm night on the beach. The only sound is the tide gently crashing on the cold sand. A memory that I hold dear, faded by time. Running across the beach, the warm air rushing through my hair, my toes sinking into the moist sand, splashing through the tides. The only light is from the white reflection of the moon dancing on the surface of the water. The glorious view out into the erie unknown depths of the ocean. Just that thought still sends shivers down my spine.

Thank you, moon.

The bliss of Iceland

If I could visit any one place in the world, it would be Iceland. The natural beauty of it just takes my breath away. There is so much that I could do there, so many places to see, so much adventure. From the stunning mountains looming over you with their ice capped peaks, to the unique rock formations and land designs. From sheer cliffs with glorious waterfalls crashing over them, to glaciers that are oh so cold to the touch. To top it all of, you have a magnificent view of the northern lights that illuminate the skies with their glorious rays. That alone, is why I want to visit this beautiful land. The beauty of it doesn't stop there. Just the language has a sound to it that is calming to the ears. If you have ever heard the band Jonsi or Sigur Ros, you probably know what I am talking about. If not, go look into them, you will be blown away. It is my greatest dream to one day explore this country from top to bottom. It is a dream that I will make reality.

http://www.wimp.com/naturalbeauty/

There, along the road

"There, along the road, was a tiny home
The yard held dead machines behind its fences
Like they were its kids
Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone
It made me stop and grin

Light from a dying moon
It blurs our eyes
And we wear a cape of fireflies
And after the world's in bed
All the ghosts come sing along
But we'll forget them
When the morning comes"

Words from an injured heart

Your fingernails followed my vains as a roadmap through my dark twisted soul, leaving traces of poison so subtle, it felt good. Your poison was my drug that made me feel good. Your fingernails kept tracing. Searching for what they couldn't find. They found my rib cage, slowly seeped through the cracks to find the lifeline. Your greed and lust wanted it. I opened it up to you, I gave to you what I treasured. You stole it so subtly, I didn't notice. You replaced it with hollow memories of what once was. Those memories soon faded into a dream, a dream then to nothing. A nothing that just sits in my chest as the wind that weaves its way through the ribs and echoes through the empty cavity in my chest.

The greatest irrational fear of them all

Why do people even fear death? It's inevitable. As a matter of fact, we are always tempting death. Everyday we push it further, further, further, further, until we can feel deaths tongue tickling our feet. It exhilarates us, we love it, but we fear it. Death is just waiting for that one wrong move, for us to just push it a bit too far. Death doesn't like the way we tease it, so it returns the favor. It teases us with small samples of death, leaving us wanting more. We take the bait, slowly and steadily until death can finally grab our ankles with his cold, boney fingers, and drag us to the depths of hell. From what I've heard, it's pretty cold in hell, but you've brought your sweaters, so I'm sure you won't mind.

Father I'm not feeling well 
The flowers me you fed 
Tasted spoiled for suddenly 
I find that I am dead 
But father don't you fear 
Your children all are here 
Singing ooooh the hazards of love 

Father turn the water down 
The basins overflown 
The water covers everything 
And me left all alone 
But papa here in death 
I have regained my breath