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
unclear
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.
Beyond The Dreams
Posted on September 9, 2015 by j.g.lewis
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Just before four
Or just after
Half moon on the midway
Floodlights dimmed
Excitement gone with the crowd
The Ferris wheel rests
For the night
A time
When a stranger
May more likely meet
A knife
Than a smile
When the power of the sun is
Nowhere to be seen
Nowhere known
Yet the heat is still present
Persistent
Reflected and refracted
From downtown concrete
The air humid
Dark
Suffocating
Blocks away
A high-rise set amongst the clouds
Above the quiet
Of long-gone crowds
Lovers unite
Dissolve against
One another
Sensual shivers
In spite of the heat
Sweat on the brow
Sweat on the sheets
Awake or
Awaken
What it was
It still is
Even the distance knows
Still in the city
Still is not calm
Humanity tucked away from it all
Asleep
Others are not
Tormented souls wander the night
Confounded by loneliness
Emptiness
Worthlessness
Restless youth
Careless and not knowing
Where they should be
Where they are
Silent as a shadow
And just as flat
They wait temporarily
Time
After Time
Just after four
Or just before
Someone smiles like a knife
Someone
Tonight will fall
Beyond the dreams that lovers hold
Beyond the dreams they once were sold
Out of time
Out of place
Out of synch with the human race
Lives now dimmed or cower
Out of sight
Out of morals
Out of light
Unsuspecting souls
Who know no fate
Will soon make certain
An unknown place
Beyond the silence
Beyond the sight
Someone else
Will fall tonight
When lovers dissolve
When lovers unite
©2015 j.g. lewis
