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: September 2018
those other days
are all behind you
today is now
tomorrow can be as well
in time
don’t rush it
enjoy each sip
09/14/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on September 14, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Limiting, or disallowing, emotions
is, in effect, blocking your
windpipe and trying to breathe
through the pores of your skin.
Heaven knows it may be possible,
but you will waste away
attempting to find out.
A struggle, at first;
your heartbeat will hasten and
blood pressure heightens, but you
will not sustain yourself without
oxygen, or joy, jealousy
or empathy.
No emotions. No virtues.
No life.
Open your heart
and breathe.
j.g.l.
Posted on September 13, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Uncertainty. Reality blurs
certain rumour and fact.
Confusion transcends
illusion. Deciphering
endless excuses an
all-consuming task.
Nobody knows.
Everybody asks,
Need to believe greater
than a will to forget.
Illusion of confusion.
Denial. Acceptance
Mixed message mayhem,
a convenient mask.
We listen to talk, but
fail to look to see.
Everybody is present,
yet it is nobody’s past.
09/13/2018 j.g.l.
