Qualifying questions, remedial response.
Knowledge of situations often haunt.
What we know or have been told.
We tell ourselves we just don’t know.
Answers formed by thoughts untold.
Rumour and misinformation often sold.
Conspiracy theories tend to rule the day.
Bare truth and logic will get in the way.
04/22/2024 j.g.l.
Current Thoughts
Open your mouth, let words
bypass lips. Converse consciously
to brethren or bystanders.
Reach out to
close friends gone amiss.
Be not afraid, not now, of
articulating current thoughts and
accomplishments of which
you are proud, and even your sins
(for we have all owned a few)
might seem far less tragic
from an altered point of view.
Give fresh voice
to insecurities and anxieties hidden
within your self, speak highly of
those dusty dreams
languishing on a shelf.
Past sullen moments cast a
lengthy shadow, short-term
expectations tend to dull down
long-term possibilities.
Talk freely around all you want,
or hope, or desire to be.
Each intention will resonate
with those who wholly believe.
Understanding takes effort.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
April 18th is Poem in Your Pocket Day
a day to celebrate poetry by selecting a poem,
carrying it in your pocket, and sharing with the
friends and strangers who cross your path.
Share a poem wherever the day takes you, as you
would share a smile, a gesture, or your kindness.
Sharing is caring.
April is Poetry Month
take a poem to lunch
Our paths shift, circumstance and
attitude shaping our trajectory.
The company we keep alters both
our outlook and destination.
We are where we are
mainly because of who we are
and whom we are with.
04/16/2024 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.
Pretend. Avoid. Ignore.
It enrages, incenses and saddens me
Stop the world. I want to get off.
Pretend. Avoid. Ignore.
These are all the ways we lose ourselves
These are the reasons we run
We hide
We lie to ourselves
To others
Pretend. Avoid. Ignore.
This is why we don’t believe in ourselves
This is why confidence has failed us
This is why we all search
For meaning
For validation
Outside of ourselves
The answers lie within
If only we would listen
If only we would rise
If only we would try
If only we would find
Our voice and value
From within
We are all capable
We are all powerful
And this…
We forget the power we have
And we give it up to others
Far too often
Far too easily
Because of the struggles
And sufferings
And hurts
And unresolved pains
Everyone is carrying
To the point of overwhelm
Going through expected motions
To be good enough
Pretend. Avoid. Ignore
See me
Hear me
Accept me
Like me
Love me
Validate me
Stop. Just stop.
Damn the boxes
None of us want to fit in
But are forced to be placed in
Off with the masks
Of pretend, avoid, ignore
We wear
To hell with the platitudes
Of incessant fakeness and positivity
Love and light
Thoughts and prayers
The human condition
And reality
This only serves to feed
In feast or in famine
Never satiated
Pretend. Avoid. Ignore
Stop. Just stop.
Take a breath
Take some time
See things as they are
Stand strong in your knowing
Be firm in the unknowing
Venture forth and on
Embrace your rebel,
Bah, bah blacksheep…
Rise up. Revolt
Be different
Stand apart
And stand out
Be badass
Just as you are
Show up.
Be seen.
Be heard.
A little or
A lot
Wiser
To all the lessons that
Have shaken
And grown
And groomed me
Not right
Not wrong
Hard
Desperate
Challenged
In pieces
Shredded
Naked
Lost
Broken
Shattered
No more misguided
No longer misdirected
No longer creating
My own madness
I banish out
Pretend, avoid, ignore
I prefer to birth my wild
Wild to me is held tight in reigns
It loosens in moments
In situations
With people
In traps
In abandon
No inhibition
My wild eases and soothes
It is my comfort
It is my rebel
It cradles me
And explodes around me
My wild is careful
And cautious
Hidden and secretive
Bared only for a select few
Yet it sneaks out
And slithers about
It gets me in trouble
For it will not be caught
My wild is loud
It is proud
It seeps and seethes
It whispers softly
Then screams at me in defiance
My wild is the daggers in my eyes
The thunder in my feet
The fuck you that cannot,
Will not be concealed on my face
It vibrates throughout my body
Down with these walls that imprison me
My wild is quiet and withheld
Released and un-caged
It booms and pounds
And settles to a hum
Then hammers me like a drum
My wild is raw
And true and real
Shrouded in nicety
It is coveted and safe
Tucked away neatly
Then unknowingly unleashed
My wild is embodied in me
You will see me
You will hear me
You will fear me
You will respect me
Shhhh….not so loud
Step back in the shadows
My wild is my mind
My wild is my being
My wild is my voice
My wild is my heart
My wild is my soul
Buried deep within and among
These bones
My wild is…all of me
A cocoon
A web
Exposed in my authenticity
Just me
Released
Unapologetic
Honest
True
Real
No fucks to give
There is no allowance
You are not welcome
Here
Pretend
Avoid
Ignore
The time has come
To let your wild
Roar
©2018 Angela Felzmann
Angela Felzmann is a helping professional by day; heavy metal rocker chick when free from social compliance, and trying to be as authentic and true and genuine as any situation allows.
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.