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 2023
I don’t think
we can accept
face value at
face value
I have
too many questions and
too much time
on my hands
to believe everything
we are told
There is always
more than
meets the eye
Look further
Go beyond
What you are told
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Posted on November 3, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
There is mass and weight to
everything, even a thought, especially
a prayer and ultimately a soul.
Emotions, and not proudly, are
carried forward into days we have yet
to know, destinies we can only dream on
in a life we are still living.
What we feel, and believe, is surely
to be tested as we carry on.
11/03/2023 j.g.l.
Posted on November 2, 2023 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It is, at times, mind-numbing.
We get bogged down by all that emotional traffic and mental graffiti, and all it will do is create further questions you may never find an answer for.
Unnecessary worries: always with the questions.
What the hell is going on?
What’s wrong with this world?
What can we do?
Whom can we ask?
Who will answer honestly?
Are there honest answers?
You end up questioning yourself.
Can you question your existence, or can you live with it? Self-interrogation takes up so much precious time.
Often you end up asking the wrong person the right question.
11/02/2013 j.g.l.
