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.
Month: November 2017
The lives you’ve never led
belong to the people
you will never be.
We are all so different,
each of us comes from
a different place.
In so many ways
it makes us all
the same.
11/09/2017 j.g.l.
Take these humble hearts,
those who trust, perchance, too much,
the ones who now shelter themselves
from the agony which lingers
from trying; from hoping; from
believing there could be more.
Heathens, yes, for lack of a more apt word
but neither an infidel, nor a fool.
Where trust is too much, there is faith
without discretion. There remains a
longing few can see, or realize,
for they need to believe.
See these unwilling victims
not for what they have not been, but for
each tiny gesture, shameless notion, and
act of empathy, however inferred.
Allow them to create, leave them
to their ways. Let them be.
Teach them, these broken souls,
not to look for the lesson, but to accept
the graceless guidance oft shone into
clotted shadows. Knowingly they will
expand and contract in self-preservation,
self-examination, and sorrow.
It is there, in seclusion, where errors in
understanding take on perspective. There,
those humble hearts, may come back
to being. Each carries a pulse. They bleed
silently and remorsefully. They have loved
you before, and may again.
©2017 j.g. lewis
Posted on November 7, 2017 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You know all those things you say
you want to do?
Do them now.
Not the laundry, or the paperwork,
or all the stuff that keeps piling up;
it’s those other things you say you
want to do, all those things that
matter to you …
you know what they are.
Somehow, however, you never
seem to get around to them. You
get too busy doing all those chores
or bringing home office work (yes,
the stuff expected of you), that
you seem to forget what you want
to do. You need to do what is
important to you.
Take a little time every day to do
something. Pilates, poetry, piano,
crosswords, cross-stitch, antique
refinishing: it does not matter
what the activity or passion is, as
long as you are doing it regularly
for your self.
Call it “my time”, and do it every
day, or three or five times a week,
just because you want to.
Do it, and do it now, because, sure
enough, all that other shit is going
to happen anyway.
Remember: you can’t find now later.
11/07/2017 j.g.l.
