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 . . .

these days

tomorrow is another chance

but what about today?

11/29/2022                                                                                                               j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

Morning fog limits perspective.
As much surprise as wonder,
as isolating as illuminating,
we naturally want to see further.
Your vantage point stays the same.
Captivated throughout the day,
you may well stand where you are,
only the focal point broadens.Daylight eventually finds its way,
you can easily see the difference.
Darkness will come, it always does,
the view will be different tomorrow.
11/28/2022                                                                                                                                                                                        j.g.l.

be content

hold the image
speak the silence
feel the clarity

11/27/2022                                                                                                                 j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

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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.

  

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