Jun E Caniel

Jamming…

In Daily Inspiration, Motivational Speaking, Random Conversation, Thoughts on April 13, 2014 at 3:45 pm
It’s a new day… Slowly skipping through my imagination dancing to Bob… I guess he talking about Jamming… I want… I want jam with you.. No rules to jaminghow, you can do it any how. I like to go back to the days that playing outside was a hot commodity.. We were satisfied with running around the neighborhood like we were crazy and boy was that glass of water priceless. The days of no rent, no mortgage, no idea of classes, no color, crying to get what you want, and begging parents until they gave in… Our lives revolved around that feeling… We got high off of feelings y’all.. No one worried about buying designer clothing or the latest ride to impress no one.. You know… Take it back to the days we didn’t have to wear deodorant and hated taking baths… Haircuts once a month lol, climbing trees and falling asleep dreaming. The days when Freddie Kruger was actually scary lol..

So I went back. I live those days just in a different sense. Waking up dancing and constantly spewing gratitude to the universe like I know him or her. I put my middle finger up to a steady job, fake friends, and people who want to play small.. I’m just jamming… Creating life like a creator but they say that’s blasphemy lol.. Taking my smiles on the road like there is a suitcase big enough to carry them.. Spreading energy all over the land like a salt truck… I’m just jamming.. Offending miserable people cause I’m just jamming… They told me the music is too loud but it’s getting turned up.. We jamming… The stench of success like your neighborhood skunk lol… You can’t stop this dance, ’cause the music plays naturally from within.. All real no substitute ’cause we pre- Monsanto.. OK I had enough.. I’m jamming.. (excerpt “Jun E Musing”)

 

They Asked…

In Daily Inspiration, Motivational Speaking, Thoughts on April 8, 2014 at 3:15 pm

They asked me what inspires me… Splashes of light.. Maybe it was that one Mexican night.. Maybe it was being within a inch of my life thrice. Maybe it was Jay Caniel the one pair of pants… hmmm.. Lets see what picture I can paint.. Picture flying toasters going across the room, only to land in my mother’s face… A boy sitting in the back of a police car afraid to look up.. Hurricanes and neighbors telling you your moms died.. Skipping up alleys and singing cause i don’t think they will shoot a young boy. Or maybe it’s his deep breath running through the alley as the police chased Lesroy… hmmm.. Walking to the store and watching dead men get dragged up the street… Take your pic/pick… Fueled by all who are not suppose to be here… Fueled by being a brown wealthy boy who don’t entertain like the rest… Fueled by those who judge and name call cause they don’t like my fragrance of success. Maybe they don’t understand… You have no idea what it took for me to get this cologne… I’m happy I don’t have to say in each line how much I believe in God…. I just create like God… Live as free as a God… No need to use buzzwords intertwined with empty thoughts… I give like a God. Talk like a God and if that mother fucker ever walked…. This is just a glimpse… Paradise
(Excerpt from “Jun E Musing”)

Jay Caniel

Their eyes…

In Jun E Gives, Random Conversation, Thoughts on April 4, 2014 at 12:43 pm

My heart hurts knowing 19 million kids died today from preventable diseases… But it beats with hope to the melody of Hope… As the little minds sit backJun E Caniel Eyes and judge, my big mind keeps formulating and executing a plan for them… My lungs offer to give their last breath to them. My heart wants to give its last beat to them. My mind want to give its last thought to them… My pen just want to give its last line to them… Hope Hope Hope… Haunted every day by your dying eyes… Motivated by your smiles… Restored by your sighs and sign of life… Inspired by your fight… I love you… All the shots from the world made my shoulders strong enough carry you…

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