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: January 2021
As confusing as it can be,
as disturbing as it is, you
can’t let all the bullshit
and bafflegab detract
from the facts.
You don’t need
double-talk, but instead
should listen twice as hard
for the truth.
Take it down
to the heart of the matter.
01/07/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on January 6, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
More of a feeling, we see ourselves from
the inside. What does the mirror reflect?
Do we see ourselves as we see others?
Only will we know our experience, yet we
all experience the same seven deadly sins.
Some more than others.
How do we deal with knowing as little
as we do about how someone else feels?
Do we truly know how we should feel?
Of course there is pride, as sure as there
is greed; or envy and the wrath of all that.
There is no delicate balance in this life.
We lust for others. We live for ourselves.
Do you see others as you see yourself?
What do you feel today?
Posted on January 5, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You never know all
you need to know, or
why, but how do you
know what is right?
Do you want to know
or need to know?
How do you know?
01/05/2021 j.g.l.
Graffiti,
now, like poetry, it means
what you want it to mean.
You might not notice.
