Look past the faults.
Keep moving forward.
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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 . . .
So, I make mistakes.
An oversight or three, here and there, or an error or lack of judgment can (and will) happen. My lack of foresight simply happens.
We do not learn from our mistakes, but rather we learn from the experience.
You cannot prepare yourself for all probabilities knowing a mistake is a likely possibility.
Experience comes from noticing what you are paying attention to.
Maybe this Moon
with the power it bleeds
will illuminate more
Maybe this Moon
it simply cannot forget.
Some of us will relate
while others regret.
Maybe that Moon knows
what it is all worth
and sets an example
for those looking up
from this earth.
I'm like a pencil;
Still I write.
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
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Discomfort is obvious, bewildering.
The greater the distance, the closer
it comes to moral destruction.
Ironically, we have lost so much faith.
Confidence or insecurity, one in the same,
depending on the view.
Wisdom found in the history books; rarely
do we crack the spines. Politicians and thieves now
the easiest marks. Poor excuses.
Everybody wants something, and somebody,
to blame. Vast nations of nobodies remain
unaccountable for perennial shame.
You can’t tell me anything, anytime,
that will make a difference. Why
would I listen?
I can be nothing, or nobody, to you
so I need not provide a reason. Fact.
Few have the information
Nobody knows. Few care. I am silent.
What can I say? Still you ask. Requests
fall on closed ears.
Noise. Always with the queries,
insecurity always there. Ever-present.
We know so little of each other.
I too have questions. Always. I often do
Tell me about your problems,
tell me about you
© 2018 j.g. lewis
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
– Emily Dickinson