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.
Month: May 2017
Old soul, that of a poet, voice
drenched in whiskey, melancholy
and grief. A long time to bleed the blues;
they don’t happen by themselves.
You won’t fully understand
until you suffer.
Long shadow of the darkest day
reaches out, a reminder always of
the brother you cannot forget.
Nothing and nobody will let you,
when the band
carries your name.
Decades of harsh addiction, criticism,
celebrity gossip and half-truths. A
survivor. More than a relic, more
than a footnote, not a turning point
but a sign on the
rock and roll highway.
Playing for yesterday, like he
meant it, heritage fills time with
old emotion and the truth. Resolution
comes only when allowed. Tomorrow
is no longer his, but
the voice rings out forever.
©2017 j.g. lewis
R.I.P
Gregg Allman
1947-2017
Posted on May 31, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
TODAY
I WILL BE
-Kind
-Truthful
-Confusing
-Authentic
-Helpful
-Friendly
-Empathetic
-Alert
-Honest
-Unsure
-Caring
-Apologetic
-Compassionate
-Myself
05/31/2017
Posted on May 30, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Gratitude is not always
proportionate.
There are big thanks for
little things and smaller,
more conservative, replies
to larger gestures we may
not fully comprehend or
even totally appreciate, yet.
Still, an expression of
gratitude in any size, shape
or form, should be offered
and accepted openly.
That is the longitude and
latitude of gratitude.
We really do have so much
to be thankful for.
05/30/2017 j.g.l.
