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 . . .

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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Scars Remain
Posted on April 24, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Bruised. Beat up.
Each day we hurt; each day we heal some way:
physically, spiritually, superficially
in most cases.
We exist with pain
we cannot forget, nor will we get past.

It moves with us
through phantom limbs. What is, what it was,
or what will never be. No matter how
we squirm, meditate, medicate
or mask our wounds
we bleed.

You cannot wipe
the taste of an old lover from your lips,
a parent’s words echo, mistakes sustained.
Thoughts better left for dead,
and very much alive.
Terminal disappointment.

Remove the dressing,
scars remain: reminders; where we have been,
what we have done or
what has been done
to us. Excuses solemnly validate
our existence.

This art of living
involves exquisite deception. Calloused knees bent,
we pick at scabs from prayer
or surrender. Impressions remain
pressed into the skin.
Of course we hurt.

Who better would know
the fundamental truth of the human experience?
Tear off the bandage,
the wounds will breathe. Proof
we have done something that can and will
make us stronger.

© 2019 j.g. lewis


a fundamental truth

Posted on April 23, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment


Questions framed
            as parables

Arbitrary assumptions

        of little worth

There is no clear
balanced history

I don’t want to lie
I can’t tell the truth

I know
             about you
that hurts

We both know
it isn’t you
it isn’t right
it isn’t true


I can’t do anything
                 with this

04/23/2019                    j.g. lewis


everything and anything



Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on April 22, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment

Damp, cold,
diminished. Weary
to the core. Lost or
misplaced; haven’t we all
known better days?
Very little left
to protect your self or
your sanity. Bones are
strong, the soul
is softer, less resilient,
capable of absorbing
truth and fallacy. Fact
is not always safe.
We have all
witnessed better days.
When the lowest low
becomes your highest
state, there is not
the tenderness required
of faith. We need
to be held to find a place,
we need the purpose
of today.

04/22/2019                               j.g.l.

each and every damned day