Times Like These…

Times like these…

We reflect and reconvene.

Assess in disbelief.

Life hardly what it seems.

Fighting for good air just to breathe.

A space where we can dream.

A light for us to see.

Maybe hope to just believe.

Times like these…

We discover who we are.

Forced to scan our hearts.

Find our purpose and why started.

Times like these…

We grow selfless to play our part.

The individual can only go so far.

But together we can conquer all…

Darkness to Light

It’s amazing to me.

The same spot I started my dreams.

I meet a homeless man asleep.

We all connected in life.

Like the relationship of darkness to light…

~Jay Caniel

I was five years old when I made a promise to my late brother Lesroy to be great. We had a conversation that day that would change my life forever. This location and conversation is beautifully illustrated in my first book “One Person Away”. Every time I visit home, I spend at least 30-45 minutes sitting in this bus stop writing. I’m forever grateful for the words, insights, and wisdom the universe uses to pass through me. To the Most High, thank you.

Anomaly.

6 years ago I was kidnapped on this day.

I wanted more so I had to make a change.

I wanted wealth so I had to find a way.

I knew if I didn’t my linage would die that day.

Like most I was drowning in my world.

In search of a bigger purpose to serve.

But poverty didn’t provide the tools.

And they educate us just enough to be fools.

Naive about societies nooses.

That day I opened my eyes and decided just to do it.

Couldn’t run their race I’m not a rat.

They Couldn’t put me to sleep I didn’t know how to act.

No rules or confines to define me.

So now they stare puzzled in time.

At the anomaly of my life.

I killed them with this smile…

Humility…

Humility…

Staying low like the sea.

So the rivers and streams dump into me.

Humility…

Daily anonymous deeds.

Done with the intentions to improve or to free…

No attachment to praise.

No insecurities at play.

Just an ideal way…

Kids kids kids

Been a while since we’ve worked to eat.

Discovered myself now it’s chasing me.

Can’t even count the streams.

Since a kid I’ve had these dreams.

Traveling the world amazes me.

The beauty nature brings.

Mixed with wealthy experiences.

Imagining the faces of my kids, Kids, kids.

Freedom…

Certainly have a distinctive ring…

Unchained…

I think the hating is just a part.

Of a successful journey and walk.

I think love sets us apart.

The courage to dream lies deep in our hearts.

Each step more aware of who we are.

So now we unafraid.

Building legacies in our names.

Inspiring all humans to do the same.

Free and unchained…

Whole…

The back and forth of life.

From a broken inside.

The pieces we left to find.

While others cover it up and smile.

They got filters now to hide.

But the real rather stay outside.

Alone talking myself to life.

Rather be weird, corky, deep and whole.

Rather have dreams that inspire other’s soul.

Freedom was always the goal…

Isolated…

Isolated…

Letting my mind play away.

I set my sails for the vast seas not a bay..

Possibilities endless like the infinite love a mom displays.

Told the universe my dreams everyday.

Some laughed and some hated…

Nevertheless jumped off the cliff and flew away.

I guess that’s the price for freedom that I paid.

The days…