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 . . .



You wander.
We all do.

Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.


The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.

You simply have to find
the direction.

It is all in your hands.

© 2017 j.g. lewis



               Anguish or confusion, 
        sometimes it is the way. 
      Anxiety takes over. 
        What else can you say  
     as you try to put aside all 
     the feelings that dog you 
   anyway.    No pain today.  
           Try as you might to
    see your way through. 
       No pain.    Not today. 

09/14/2023                                                               j.g.l.

Mondays are just young Fridays

There is very little that can be said about Eric Clapton that hasn’t already been said; except I saw him last night. 
    I’ve been listening to the musician, in all stages of his career, over the past five decades and he has been around even longer than that. 
    Through the years I’ve grown to appreciate Clapton more as a performer, recording artist, and as one of the greatest guitarists of all time, but I’ve never seen him live;  until last night. 
    He was everything (and more) that I expected, playing selections from his lengthy career, and paying homage not only the blues artists who have influenced him but also to friends no longer with us. 
    Clapton and his band kicked of the Toronto concert with a cover of The Band’s The Shape I’m in, a fitting tribute to his longtime Canadian friend Robbie Robertson. Then, later, a tune he once recorded with Tina Turner: Tearing Us Apart
    The show was filled with both popular hits and selections you could tell he felt like playing. With a catalogue like Clapton’s there could have been even more hits, but he did what he had to do.
    At age 79, Clapton’s seemingly effortless prowess on electric and acoustic guitar was both mature and effective. There were a lot of “wow” moments.
    It was quite an evening. 
    What else can I say? 

09/11/2023                                                                                   j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
other times
dull or
Still I write.

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no warmth no welcome

Posted on February 11, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Eyes wide open

in the dark, blood rushing, pounding heart. Still I cannot see.

Can you believe, will you find relief

walking down once-familiar streets?

Before light to the darkness of the dream, or the dawn,

or the dread,

now only streetlights. I wake. I walk, I wonder.

Halogen hum overhead, the only sound, above scorched earth

or snow-covered ground.

Only one reason for being here, everything else

is gone.


Let me sleep.

Let dreams whisper. I’ve got thoughts, which must come out,

I shouldn’t need to shout. I cannot listen.

Below a moonlight serenade, the homeless search

for shelter and sustenance, while new lover’s trade


behind the door. Promises not shared before.

Not with each other.

I wander. These were once streets, bursting with kindness.

The sidewalks, now, little more than foreign, there is no welcome here.

Not in the way it was, as I left it.


Do you take

what is there, take the care, or do you wait to lay your heart

before the soul who once listened to all you know,

and found comfort. In my voice there was enough,

yet now it is torn with edges


What was still is. Or is it? There is value in a thought.

A struggle with contempt

of dreams I might have spent, but not wisely.

There is no warmth. I will go back from where I came,

my presence will remain.


© 2016 j.g. lewis




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