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: August 2019
Confused by what is important,
outside of the deception,
outside of the party lines,
guided by misplaced trust.
We have become
disciples of those with
as many faces
as hands.
Did you know
the ramifications of what they’re
saying or the power
they have?
Politics.
I wonder what is important
outside of the violence
outside of the gleaming excesses.
I don’t think this world
needs to hear more political apologies
every single day.
We all lead hectic lives,
we think – or hope – that I or anyone
can be forgiven for forgetting
what happened when
we trusted
leadership and looking forward.
No accountability.
We do not
blame – or fault – you, I or anyone
trapped by this contagion, this sin
brought on
by ego and ignorance.
Politics. The evil within.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 27, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What beliefs, thoughts, or
random confusion, keeps you
awake at night?
Does it happen often?
How do you deal with it,
at the time, or in the days and
weeks that follow?
I don’t wish to believe in the
soul-sucking cacophony of
ego-battling ideologies,
but I’ve become drawn into
the debate simply as a means
of protecting my humanity, or
maintaining my sanity.
It’s not fair, and it is not
right, but at 4:04 a.m.,
I find myself searching for
ways to protect myself.
How do you keep yourself
safe from spineless demons or
or self-centered shareholders
concerned with only profit or
pain?
j.g.l.
Posted on August 26, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It can’t be contained,
cannot be controlled,
it rushes by too fast,
when all you want
is slow.
Summer moves
at the speed of life.
Suddenly you notice
the sun takes its time
rising in the morning,
or it doesn’t hang quite
as high as it used to.
Suddenly you feel you
need a sweater at night.
Summer always takes its
time doing what it does.
Take the time to notice.
08/26/2019 j.g.l.
