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: October 2019
It comes in the dark.
At daybreak you discover
broken silence, residue
of misplaced dreams, or
exotic scent of a lover.
Mayhem or misfortune
could also arrive
to greet you; it could
be one in the same.
It may well be restless,
or reckless, or the rain;
reminders that change
happens at night.
10/04/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on October 3, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We are what we imagine
ourselves to be. Certainly
the state of who we are is
blended with where we
are and, perhaps more
importantly, where we
have been, as it is our
perception that continues
to drive us. The power of
our imagination can go a
long way in shaping our
perspective. Indeed, by
imagining a greater you
you can become more of
what you want to be.
10/02/2019 j.g.l.
Posted on October 2, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Even my name will carry forward
to years I will not touch. This certainty remains
as truthful as it is obvious. We exist
in this fractured reality.
We all will die.
Admit that and you will move
more freely in this world.
Journey or adventure.
Most of us, week to week, are not aware
of a destination or even our path.
This has been my familiarity.
No other person’s experience can be
compared to your own experience.
We know various versions of the truth.
Time is tactile.
My hand will cup a breast only while my lips
have a taste to be quenched by lust,
or temptation.
Others will touch, or wish not to be touched.
Morals coat any decision made.
Experience tells us so.
Any human connection is hard; even harder
is loss of connection. Emotions are a commodity
shared with few, expressed by even less of us.
Trust.
The mind is never vacant, but a room muddled
by darkness. This space hosts a scent
I will remember after I
am left for dead.
We will all die; most of us alone.
Admit that, and you will move
more freely through this life.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
