The beginning of the end.
All good things must.
And bad things must too.
But the end gives birth to new beginnings,
A setting sun gives way to the shinning of the moon.
The harshness of winter subsides for flowers to bloom.


Best Before


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




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.
It’s over.
The world is quiet here.

Respect the Moonwalk

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…

Battle Scars


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,
I persevered.
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.