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 . . .

damn truth

We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.

© 2018 j,g, lewis

sins and sorrows

04/11/2024                                                                                            j.g.l.

April is Poetry Month

Mondays are just young Fridays

Waiting for the darkness, but
not from the night. Waiting
for darkness to squelch the light
of the day.
Rare and strange and still
somewhat familiar, the Moon
caught crossing a path,
expectedly today.
Vision enigmatic, but solemn
and static. Naturally occurring.
We live with the darkness
however unnerving.

04/08/2024                                                                                   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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Mondays are just young Fridays

Posted on October 29, 2018 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

What we leave behind is a reflection of who we are.
  Each of us scatters bits and pieces — tangible or otherwise — along the roadside, impacting the lives of so many other people. Poetry or pop bottles, love notes or legislation, debate or deaf messages; every act or action leaves some kind of a mark.
  This residue becomes our reality. Not all of it is good.
  We simply cannot continue consuming and assuming everything will be okay.
  We have a choice to let it remain, or to clean up after ourselves.
  It’s messy.
  Things are getting out of hand; it has been that way for quite some time.
  Each of us has a responsibility to make this world a better place. Individually, and together, we’ve got a hell of a lot of work to do.
  However, we need to be realistic. It can’t happen all it once (it has taken years to arrive at this state), but consistent, incremental action can halt, if not reverse, this devastation.
  Are you up to the challenge?

10/29/2018                                               j.g.l.

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