Your Gaze

** Rough copy. Not sure about the title yet, so if you have any suggestions please feel free to let me know 🙂 As you stand next to me Your presence sets my senses on fire As you offer me a drink My heart starts to beat faster I don’t know you well, The fear…… Continue reading Your Gaze

Life

Female silhouette on summit

**Rough copy What is life? A process, we seldom stop to recognize A quest, which in our ignorance we jeopardize Life, a journey we barely comprehend Beautiful Fearsome Fleeting A collection of just moments Moments of confusion Moments we regret Moments we admire Moments which set our soul on fire Like a beautiful Tango Life…… Continue reading Life

The Philosophy of Ayn Rand

Ayn Rand in many ways is one of my favorite writers. I literally came upon two of my most fascinating books by accident. When my father moved to Canada we lived in Ontario. At the time being a single father, he wanted me to grow close to his sister who lives in British Columbia, so…… Continue reading The Philosophy of Ayn Rand

Good or Bad? Exploring Human Nature

Every now and then I get into a peculiar mood, which although chaotic at times, gives birth to a lot of self expression. The chaos seems to be born out of a desire to understand myself more, as well as the world which surrounds me. I tend to become more introspective, and carefully navigate the…… Continue reading Good or Bad? Exploring Human Nature

Butterfly’s Madness

Beautiful traveler of whimsical dreams Chained to nostalgic times Afraid to expand your wings You were awakened among the valley of fears You are gnawed in this aberrant world by insatiable beings Who in their blindness pretend to hold the banner of life Furiously they suck the decency of those who crave to look past…… Continue reading Butterfly’s Madness

Butterfly

**Rough copy As I sat quietly at my favorite booth Enjoying my brief solitude Watching people’s expressions Imagining their lives I reached for my pen And started to write Suddenly the scent of musk hit my nostrils I looked up slowly, Curious at what my eyes would discover The ink spread all over the arms…… Continue reading Butterfly