Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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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 . . .

all my flaws

Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.

03/24/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us.
   We have suffered long enough.
   The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning.
   We need a brighter view.
   We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.

03/20/2023                                                                                          j.g.l.


Progress comes less from planning than participation.
Dreams and wishes require action and attention.
Start moving.

03/19/2023                                                                                                         j.g.l.

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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Adding Insult To Illusion

Posted on November 12, 2022 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Turn it off. Weary the mind. You’ve had your say

now allow time for those working, or trying, and

believing there may still be opportunity, perhaps

prosperity. If allowed. Can the dream still exist?

More and more it becomes less and less important.

I will not listen; or cannot, a more apt description,

to the incessant ignorance spilling from your lips.

My ears bleed, my heart aches, among this crush

of bigotry, inequality and blind trust misplaced.

I put on my headphones commanding ear-splitting

silence to shut out the numbing narcissistic diatribe

with its women-hating violence. You’ve said all that

you needed to get what you wanted, you bullied,

and prophesied, and threatened and taunted. Now

perpetuating insult with that firm hypocritical

stance, adding insult to illusion, capitalizing on

chance. It’s less about being chosen, and now

what you choose, because my motherhood issues

are a far cry from your motherfucking truths.


                                                                                © 2022 j.g. lewis

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