Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

future progress

It is often history that clouds our judgment, and even prevents us from seeing the true and right path we must take going forward.

   The steps we have already made, even those unplanned, play a meaningful role in the direction we have chosen. But, they do not always have to chart the course of future progress.

   Progress, yes, it is what we must do, even unknowingly.


02/05/2023                                                                                  j.g.l.




The coldest morning of the winter
reminds you what is truly important:
– a warm parka
– garbage mitts
– a positive attitude
– good coffee

Spring is coming.
So is the weekend.

02/03/2023                                                                                      j.g.l.

cloud songs

        Our dreams, scattered
     amidst our memory, last night
            or the one before.
     The dream, the day
     inconsequential as
          the music that plays
            in the coffee shop.
            It is all noise
       cluttering the silence
       we think we want to hear.

02/02/2023                                                                       j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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April is Poetry Month

Posted on April 25, 2015 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment


Je Suis Comme Je Suis

In any language, on any given day, I am what I am.
Flesh, fire, and stardust; be aware or be damned.
Wanderer by nature, a wonderer at heart,
I am restless and reckless,
and that’s just the start.

Absent-minded, intermittently, unafraid to say,
I rely no longer on moments, or days.
I can try, and have, to be the person I’m not,
but I couldn’t, and can’t,
or I maybe forgot.

I have changed, and still I keep striving to grow
but if you asked how, I’d say
I don’t really know.
A messy concoction of bad habits and traits,
don’t ever tell me I’m settled in my ways.

Sensitive, sensible, and sensual; not at once,
I’m a thief, and an asshole, and occasionally
a dunce. Honest to a fault, patient and kind,
a disappointment, like no other,
in some people’s mind.

I’ve a handful of vices, and personal setbacks
I’ve paid for them dearly, even the tax.
More Dr. Suess than Dr. Phil,
my advice you can trust,
still I’ve no cure to offer, my intentions are just.

A contradiction of sorts, with morals to test,
I try to do something, and keep trying my best.
More than seven billion people and not one
like me.I am what I am.
Je suis comme je suis

©2015 j.g. lewis


This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.

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