Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days

  • Adding Insult To Illusion

    Turn it off. Weary the mind. You’ve had your say

    now allow time for those working, or trying, and

    believing there may still be opportunity, perhaps

    prosperity. If allowed. Can the dream still exist?

    More and more it becomes less and less important.

    I will not listen; or cannot, a more apt description,

    to the incessant ignorance spilling from your lips.

    My ears bleed, my heart aches, among this crush

    of bigotry, inequality and blind trust misplaced.

    I put on my headphones commanding ear-splitting

    silence to shut out the numbing narcissistic diatribe

    with its women-hating violence. You’ve said all that

    you needed to get what you wanted, you bullied,

    and prophesied, and threatened and taunted. Now

    perpetuating insult with that firm hypocritical

    stance, adding insult to illusion, capitalizing on

    chance. It’s less about being chosen, and now

    what you choose, because my motherhood issues

    are a far cry from your motherfucking truths.

      

                                                                                    © 2022 j.g. lewis

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  • Desire To Stay

    We come and go, as routinely or as
    regularly as we have before. The days
    and destination vary, as expected, by
    month or year, by happenstance, fate,
    or intention. Our paths will cross with
    others on a similar plane, acknowledge
    our purpose, again and again, it is that
    which is common we all wish to show.
    We all want to belong. We wander, as
    do so many lost souls, as purposely or
    as randomly as it seems, Thoughts of
    where, or why, cross our minds, so we
    think more of the reasons than of the
    time, a critical factor to common minds.
    While where we go is as relevant as
    why we stay, for how long remains the
    bigger question. More a feeling than a
    purpose, comfort comes when you least
    expect it. Do we share the desire to stay
    as deeply as we must? Or, are we more
    influenced by wind direction, curiosity
    or trust? We still want to belong. We
    will stay when we feel welcome, often
    accepting what little we know, always
    uncertain when, or why, we have to go .

    © 2022 j.g. lewis

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  • uncomfortable truth

    He wants to be forgiven
    for memories he may only possess
    of moments not shared, not
    obviously or intimately.

    What never was
    just might have been the
    principle or pastime
    that caused this unorthodox pain.

    He finds it easier to write
    a common third-person narrative
    than to admit my faults, my
    needs or my struggle.

    His search for wholeness is
    an unforgiving quest to find a
    semi-natural state in a world of
    compromise and deceit.

    My self, my view, my impulse
    or intention goes long beyond
    what I am or have now.
    Deeper thought; a deeper longing.

    An uncomfortable truth of
    which has been comprised of
    falsehoods. What is behind his
    flawed and fragile shell?

    What I don’t often ask is
    often what I will not say and if
    you do not address this dichotomy
    you will end up going silent.

    It is not obvious, nor is it
    intentional. It is self-preservation
    and so much easier than
    having to admit this shame.

    © 2022 j.g. lewis

     

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  • What Else Do You Need?

    Is this yours
       this memory
           a shard of remorse
    a paper moon forgotten of course
    lessons learned
           Wound beneath the skin
    pain requires a destination
                             spirit within
    without a body outside of time
    common sense disabled
                    wisdom left behind
        What else do you need?

    © 2020 j.g. lewis

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  • Observation

    What do we overlook?

    What instances or occasions
    do we choose to not observe, acknowledge, or
    try to comprehend?

    How can we ignore the shifting beauty
    of the leaves, the final days of colour before
    wicked winds, a nightly chill, turn our landscape
    to a humble grey.

    We will feel the deficit, unnoticed in the entirety.

    What happens when we do not stop
    to pay attention to the slight motion of a raindrop
    in a puddle on a drizzly day, or look past
    the kaleidoscope haze as errant drops diffuse
    light on the lenses of your eyeglasses.

    Our vision is not clear to the reality of
    people passing by on the sidewalk, on the way
    to work or school, perhaps paying as little attention
    to the surroundings as we do.

    © 2022 j.g. lewis

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