No longer serviceable

September 13

A sign of the times past.
Our Technicolor reality has changed.
We no longer repair but replace.
Technology that lasted, no longer does.
Obsolescence is expected in our progress,
high definition lives defined now by a
landfill wasteland full of discarded electronics.
No longer serviceable.
We no longer watch like we used to.
We no longer can.
© 2023 j.g. lewis

cloud songs

 Above us
                                     open spaces.
                                       Limitations
              still.
                                     Voices carry
                                                      so far
                                                      you wonder.
                     Imagination,
                  not always truthful,
                  not always clear.
   Desire for something greater.
          Unchecked expectations,
          how can you know
                   where
                             you are?
      Shadows simply
        shade the past.
What illuminates your future?
Little by little
          infinite increments
          of
               your self,
                                of
              your soul
                              swallowed up in darkness,
                                  awaiting broad daylight.

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January 13

another way

Like everybody else, I exist
in the now. Where I have been
does not indicate where I will go,
and all I have known will be
a portion of all that I know.
Yet, all that is there is subject to
change. My terms and conditions
will, no doubt, be rearranged
to accommodate fears, and folly,
and facts still uncertain, as I
realize or discover my potential
inertia. Matter it is, matter
it does. I am not yesterday, nor
am I today. Tomorrow is
simply another way. Time will
not determine where I will go, or
whether I stay. Who I am now
is not all you need know, anyway.
I am more than I thought;
I am all I am not.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

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January 11

come inside

All winds blow harsh,
January’s breath
seeps deep to the marrow.
Come inside. Leave
your boots by the door
and make time
for stocking feet
and stillness. Find warmth
and comfort
beyond this weekend.

j.g.l.

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January 19

it’s time

I think we overlook the
obvious, and underthink
the truth.
We spend so much time
wanting to believe that
we fail to notice we
already do.
But it’s when we put off
what is necessary
because we think it will
happen on its own,
that we should truly
go ahead and do what
needs to be done.
It’s time.

j.g. lewis

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January 17

art is experienced

You will be perplexed by the questions or deceived by some of the answers; there are many.
You may not even understand the art, but you shouldn’t be confused by its purpose.
Art is art, in any state or format.
The process and the feelings and emotions it provides are personal.
It is felt more than it is viewed, or read, or watched
It is experienced.
Art is the reason more than the result.

01/17/2021 j.g.l.

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January 15

flaws and all

Every word you write is important.
Each mistake you make — typos, grammatical errors, incorrect word usage, misplaced punctuation — is crucial to your writing on any level.
You learn as you go, many times without trying, knowledge gained through acquisition.
Write on.
Let is out. All those thoughts, feelings, and observations will lead you somewhere. Sentence upon sentiment, you will get there.
If you don’t make a mistake, how will you know how to correct them?
Flaws and all, we are human. Our mistakes make us stronger.

01/15/2024 j.g.l.

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