You wander.
We all do.
Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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gr@ffiti
Anguish or confusion,
sometimes it is the way.
Anxiety takes over.
What else can you say
as you try to put aside all
the feelings that dog you
anyway. No pain today.
Try as you might to
see your way through.
No pain. Not today.
09/14/2023 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night.
I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that.
Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live; until last night.
He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us.
Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart.
The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
It was quite an evening.
What else can I say?
09/11/2023 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on June 22, 2015 by j.g.lewis
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Longer days, shorter nights,
less time to reflect.
Summer Solstice.
It’s happening.
Mistress Moon is weak, hardly
a whisper.
I no longer
hear her voice, or
less and less
she occupies
my mind.
Somehow it just happens.
My choice.
Less focus on her,
more focus on dreams and desires.
They can happen,
they will happen,
without distraction.
Dedication, application, rejuvenation,
mentally,
spiritually,
physically;
that’s how it will happen.
You’ve come
too far,
given up
too much, to not
make it happen.
If you want
it to happen.
Yes, your past may pester you,
but it will not drag you down.
Remember
what made you feel good about yourself?
You can
feel better
be better
if you want.
It can happen
if it’s meant to happen,
on your own terms.
Make it happen.
j.g.l.
