I am broken,
I have been for a while.
Possibly, maybe, I have
never been complete, yet
I am whole
in ways only
my fractured self
can comprehend.
Look within.
It is more comfortable
to understand your self
than to be misunderstood
by others.
Truth.
The whole truth.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
It is the perception of a lifetime.
Even as they fold and wither, as
the stem bends under the weight
of their beauty, the colours lose
their vibrancy, and petals fall with
time, flowers remain a miracle.
We could learn a lot from flowers.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
We, generally, question ourselves daily, but more specifically, on days like yesterday or the one before, or a few weeks before that. The resounding questions of why, are overwhelming and obvious.
Sadly, the solution is not.
It seems so inane to say we have to have greater faith in humankind when the tragedies we see and feel are neither kind nor humane.
But what else have we got if we don’t have faith?
It becomes harder and harder to have faith in the self, in the system, in spirituality or religion, but we must.
Now is the time to be strong; questioning our faith will only make us weaker.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
Awoken by thoughts
or a voice shouting on the street below
or
nothing
3 a.m. or later
window open comfortably cool
this June rain makes more of an impression
in isolation
silence challenges
both history and the future
our daily lives and routines
only a reminder
humans need humans
Craving physical contact
we all need friendship security
compassion and hope
We need more meaning on
how we really spend our lives
The indisputable truth:
All of us have sinned
Now we realize everyone needs
Community
crisis or chaos
we are denied
guilt will find a place to rest
how do you sleep at night?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Old soul, that of a poet, voice
drenched in whiskey, melancholy
and grief. A long time to bleed the blues;
they don’t happen by themselves.
You won’t fully understand
until you suffer.
Long shadow of the darkest day
reaches out, a reminder always of
the brother you cannot forget.
Nothing and nobody will let you,
when the band
carries your name.
Decades of harsh addiction, criticism,
celebrity gossip and half-truths. A
survivor. More than a relic, more
than a footnote, not a turning point
but a sign on the
rock and roll highway.
Playing for yesterday, like he
meant it, heritage fills time with
old emotion and the truth. Resolution
comes only when allowed. Tomorrow
is no longer his, but
the voice rings out forever.
©2017 j.g. lewis