© 2023 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
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I can’t find my way home
I light a candle to illuminate
thoughts this world holds. Some
I cannot understand,
others simply trying to land
but hover instead. And this song
keeps playing in my head.I can’t find my way home.
I feel there will be no peace,
not now, not among this culture
of shame and blame.
Not when you question others,
but refuse to question yourself.
Still I light a candle.I can’t find my way home.
Just beyond the candlelight, I
watch days slip into night, amidst
a maelstrom of discontent,
you never know what is meant.
Look over your shoulder. Look
further through your past.I can’t find my way home.
Fistfuls of violence, mouthfuls
of reality escape. Thoughts which
should not be free, peace
should not be a luxury. I strike
a match to light up a candle,
to shine a light for hope.I can’t find my way home.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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it is now
trust spoken
on bated breaththe colours are about us
there is
no in-betweenlives you never lived
words
often whisperedwe reflect on the art
that gives us something to seecasualties
on the pavement
lump in our throatit was everything
it is now
it is notthis bloodsport
we call survival
in a city we call home© 2019 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
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try to comprehend
countenance
my vision is clearmost of the time
i can see what is going on
past
present tense
and emotional graffiti
blurring my landscapesurpassing commonsense or
my peripheral understanding
of what is beyond
what is expected to be explored.i look
daily searching for a message or
answer to existential confusionyours and mine
it is a mixed up world
and we create a part of itI can see that
as plain as they say
any damn daywhat I can’t see
I will try to comprehend© 2021 j.g. lewis
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thereafter
The Father they speak of accepts
the scent, custom or tradition,
of burnt offeringsincense incensed
God shall know
thou shall notconfuse disclosures
‘Father, I have sinned’
common confession
for those whodo not understand
a candle lit
provides protection from the flameEvil ways
cast no doubt
on disbelieversThe silent thereafter hangs
as smoke above an alter
I know so little about© 2023 j.g. lewis
