Dissemination of information
fast and furious. Daily, hourly,
minute by minute, it accounts
for our perception, rightly or
wrongly.
Who would know the truth?
Who should know the truth?
Ask me.
If I am not a liar, then I am
not a man.
How will I know questions
from the answers?
It is not multiple choice, but
there are many versions of
what you need to know.
If only you would ask.
10/31/2024 j.g.l.
What is it now that has you questioning the why and how?
We can, and we should, question our thoughts or plans, even our direction. It is only natural to wonder if our path is moving the right way, or if we should be choosing some other route.
There is a lot to absorb along the way, there always was. Do we pay enough attention now, or did we ever? What have we ignored or looked over?
What didn’t we see?
What needs to be revisited?
We can’t always take it in stride.
10/28/2024 j.g.l.
It is thought that counts;
endless reflection of past wrongs,
mistakes mistakenly remembered
and deep devious disappointments
always contained within.
We must ever be mindful of
changes that can be made after
all is said and done.
We can do more.
10/27/2024 j.g.l.
You catch yourself wanting to say,
to ask, to cry out for help, for attention
or for effect. Even if only to see
if anybody is listening. Yet you don’t.
Anger ignites, anxiety rages, and the
consequences of a handful of
wholly conscious decisions scorch
the fragility of the present. It matters
not what tinder was sacrificed
to the flame, for now it is ash. Now
useless. Consumed. There is nothing
else left. You know, deep down,
what matters is what you ask, or say,
to the one person who has always
been there. See yourself. Be yourself.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
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.
