I’ve Learned…

I’ve learned to let go…

Somethings are unexplainable and the point of life is to grow.

Not to capture it all, now that’s the ego…

We want to prove them wrong.

Show them that we’re strong….

“Them” never existed all along.

Walking around singing other’s songs.

Chasing symbols of success.

We know how to filter it best.

Meanwhile waking up with an empty feeling in our chest.

Not postable?….

I guess…

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…

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…

I have these thoughts…

These dreams.

That won’t go away or hide…

Why do we ignore the questions we have inside?

Why do we play to the crowd?

Shy away from our crowns?

Why do we question the genius we possess?

Often settling for less.

Are you good if today you met your death?

A Glimpse…

Something about their eyes.

Just a glimpse speak volume to my mind.

The hardness of these roads.

The darkness of the untold.

I once walked them in search of growth.

Wondering if their stories will ever be told.

Hurts to think great people can go unknown.

So I dedicate my life to being hope.

For the blind, broken and unspoken.

Mirroring another way to go…

The days…

These Days…