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May 7

  celebrate
  color
  every shade
every hue
all the flavour
any view
  j.g.l.

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a decade of days…

2025 is an anthology of thoughts du jour, unsolicited advice, messages of peace, philosophy, poetry, and photographs from the past decade of Mythos & Marginalia. In unchronological order, the years not as important as the dates, each post a reminder (if only to myself) that I do indeed write every damn day.

July 17

love

Love
is what
holds everything
together.

© 2020 j.g. lewis

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July 12

reality blurred

The truth is not obvious.
It gets confusing.
We walk the line between
knowing and not.
Often what you see
is not always the truth.
Our reality is blurred
between that which we
want to believe and that
which we know.
What is your truth?

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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July 11

it has passed

I seem to forget how quickly

everything, in this age of instant,

becomes the past.

Random thoughts, photographs,

journal entries, grocery lists, facts,

fashion and faith captured in the

moment will soon only represent

history.

What it is becomes what it was.

Our memory banks are brimming,

perhaps more eventful than the

current account of our lives.

The past affects the present, now

becomes when, even if we try to

do it all again.

We can’t relive the past; it has passed.

How do we deal with change when it

happens again and again? You can’t

prepare when you don’t know what is

there. You can only go with the flow.

© 2020 j.g. lewis

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July 16

if you look

Information
     is always there

      not always
obvious or apparent

but available
if you look

   closely

between the lines

you might see
               something

important or otherwise

Information is like that

© 2020 j.g. lewis

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July 15

it goes without saying

Often, occasionally, sporadically,
even spontaneously,
I make mistakes.
They happen naturally:
a missed word or apostrophe,
my mind gets moving and
I fail to see the errs of my ways,
or errors throughout the day.
It is, or was, or has been
when I write or what I say.
Incidentally or accidentally,
it goes without saying,
but the fact remains
I make mistakes.
Every day.
We learn from our mishaps, or
should anyway, we try to
improve and continue
to count the ways. What we do
and how we behave
counts for a lot.
My eraser rubbed raw
by attempts and change,
I continue to make mistakes.
Forgive me please when
my thoughts go amiss, and
remember I am human amidst
this confusion or corruption
we all experience.
I make mistakes,
I may fail or fall,
yet remain myself, flaws and all.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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July 10

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