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 . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

Ever the darkness, every night or 

early morn, a moment for chance, 

the time to begin.

Still, we wait.

Incessantly.

We do it again and again, enough 

or a lot or as much as we can

if we care to admit it.

Why?

Can’t a shade of mystery simply 

take hold, whether we like it 

or not?

Must we always seek familiarity?

 

10/21/2024                                                                                                          j.g.l.

another chance

The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.

© 2019 j.g. lewis

oftentimes

Today might not be what it is 

without yesterday being all 

that it was.

In a succession of events, 

unplanned or programmed, 

rarely do we consider 

what has happened, 

as it happens. 

Sometimes we speak less 

about things that matter 

as we think we have 

more time, as such. 

Oftentimes 

we do not speak of 

things we should 

as they are happening, 

in the time that remains. 

In the time we are given,

the present persists.

 

10/15/2024                                                                                                  j.g.l.

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

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Posted on October 7, 2023 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Victimless crime.
Take what is yours, take what is mine.

Undue violence, the greed, hypocrisy;
what is left behind when
we are only accountable
to ourselves.

Each of us a shadow,
most of us forgettable,
all of us trying
to get by.

Beyond the barking dogs, before
pungent night air strangles any humanity
from vagrants who piss in corners
we never visit.

On the darker side of 3 a.m.

A wrong answer will get you knifed,
the wrong needle will leave you dead.

No one will care.
Fewer will know.

Remind me who I am
before I forget to see.

Just write
my name
in graffiti.

Claim my sins
and transgressions.

I will own up to my responsibilities,

like a prayer
like a poem
like a person.

© 2018 j.g. lewis

 

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