Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days

  • Versions Of The Truth

    Even my name will carry forward
    to years I will not touch. This certainty remains
    as truthful as it is obvious. We exist
    in this fractured reality.

    We all will die.
    Admit that and you will move
    more freely in this world.

    Journey or adventure.

    Most of us, week to week, are not aware
    of a destination or even our path.
    This has been my familiarity.

    No other person’s experience can be
    compared to your own experience.
    We know various versions of the truth.

    Time is tactile.
    My hand will cup a breast only while my lips
    have a taste to be quenched by lust,
    or temptation.

    Others will touch, or wish not to be touched.

    Morals coat any decision made.
    Experience tells us so.

    Any human connection is hard; even harder
    is loss of connection. Emotions are a commodity
    shared with few, expressed by even less of us.

    Trust.

    The mind is never vacant, but a room muddled
    by darkness. This space hosts a scent
    I will remember after I
    am left for dead.

    We will all die; most of us alone.
    Admit that, and you will move
    more freely through this life.

    © 2019 j.g. lewis

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  • possibilities

    beyond the facade
    we hold nostalgic sadness
    it is how we are

    possibilities
    we may wish for other things
    it is within us

    we question our plans
    question our priorities
    better said than done

    we try for comfort
    within our environment
    is our life better?

    we seek nourishment
    in our emotional state
    will it sustain us?

    our personal boundaries
    expand and contract daily
    we feel our limits

    are we better off?
    wondering or wandering
    we are where we are

    © 2022 j.g. lewis

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  • Find Peace

           “They won’t give peace a chance
             That was just a dream some of us had.”
                                                                                   -Joni Mitchell

    Today is the International Day of Peace. As declared by the United Nations General Assembly, September 21st is devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace and non-violence.

    But what does this day mean when you can only look around and wonder?

    What does it mean when the headlines tell the story of one conflict or another (nationally or internationally) and the first radio news of the day reports another local murder or mass shooting far away.

    Peace, in so many ways, seems too ideological (if not impossible).

    Peace still seems like a dream.

    Peace feels intangible.

    Peace is slow.

    Peace is manifested person by person, one action at a time. Each incremental attempt — no matter how minuscule or muted — should strengthen our resolve to create a just, meaningful existence for each of us.

    This day means what you want it to mean.

    You will find peace if you want to find peace.

    I believe peace will only happen if enough of us want it to happen.

    I believe it can happen. Call me a dreamer.

    I wish you the strength to see this through.

    I wish you peace.

    09/21/2022

     

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  • Especially Now

    The night is charcoal,
    streetlights brighten
    the never-changing colours
    available at this hour.
    There is a chill,
    the air tastes fresh,
    everywhere. Different,
    especially now.
    Still and silent.
    The mind wanders
    the same way
    a teenager does
    after slipping out
    a basement window
    at 3:43 a.m.
    knowing
    nothing is happening
    anywhere
    in this darkness,
    but the freedom
    tastes
    like nothing else.
    Find your silence.
    See your freedom.

    ©2022 j.g. lewis

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  • what makes us human

    It is all the things we do, daily things,
    habits, inconsequential and pointless
    in so many ways. But still we do them
    anyway, because we do. We don’t even
    need a reason; that is the point. We do
    them because it is what we do; all those
    things we do. It’s what makes us human.
    Funny thing; people notice. You might
    even do some of those things with them,
    or because of them. It is not uncommon.
    Nor is it questionable as fact or as fate.
    Our existence is as much our persistence.
    It’s not pointless, yet the purpose is not
    always clear. Each everyday experience
    need not provide a lesson as it is, as it
    was, as it happens. Before. Or afterwards.
    Clarity. The when can be as much a why.

    © 2022 j.g. lewis

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