I’m going to break convention for a moment. I haven’t been posting as much, life has been busy, and I haven’t been on myself to write as much as I should be. But in the meantime, I did recently have the opportunity to perform at the Living Arts Centre/Mississauga Arts Council’s Best Of Open Mic Night. So here’s a clip of one of my performances. I’ll get back to writing and posting soon.
UPDATE: So since I can’t actually post videos to my blog yet, here’s the link
You are my peace,
When chaos rises,
When conflicts storm,
When winds and devils rage,
You are my safe place.
Let me retreat.
The past is not to be repeated.
It is to become history,
And the future, a mystery.
Full of dreams, hopes, some sadness and love;
But never the same love twice.
Hoping to be able to share the pieces of me that broke,
So I can show you and hope that you know too.
I’m just trying to tell you my story,
And expose you to my mind the best way that I know how.
So bear with me.
The day after the storm,
Where the winds have turned to whispers,
Wiping away the last of the tears from the trees
Who bore the wrath of heavens.
The chirps of warning the day before have become
Songs of comfort for those who were frightened;
There is no longer reason to fear.
Flowers bloom and greet the sun above.
Creatures appear, surveying the landscape.
The grass shrugs off the aftermath — collateral damage was minimal.
The stillness in the air is of peace,
Creation no longer holds its breath in anticipation.
The world is quiet here.
I believe that sometimes,
Things just won’t go your way, and you,
You just have to be okay with that.
I believe that Michael Jackson
Was one of the Baddest entertainers to ever Thrill us.
Do Your Remember the Time he made You Wanna Rock
As you watched him dance like a Smooth Criminal?
And while some thought it was Off the Wall,
Others knew it was just his Human Nature…
The last time I stood here,
You shook the very earth beneath my feet,
Destroying what we had built together.
Walls, fortresses, cities, we had spent years solidifying.
You tore my world apart, and left me in ruins,
All without lifting a finger.
Moving through life at the whim of the world.
No intent. No aim.
Just gracefully floating along.
What I bear is expensive and costly, so I wear it with pride.
No makeup or covers,
But I shine with glory and splendor.
Though they tried to hurt me, to put a stop to what I was capable of,
With a body that shows how I came through the fire,
So know that you can do it too.
Your scars are beautiful.
Show your battle wounds.
Even the very death breathed from your lips give me life.