People don’t know what
you do until you stop
doing it. Often you don’t
know how you feel until
you stop feeling it.
Ambiguous thoughts, at
best, how, can you know
at 3:35 a.m., what you will
feel in the morning. What
about the rest of the day?
Will people do what they
say? Will you? Or will it be
another day of strident pain
and unsatisfying results?
Only you will know what it
feels like.
j.g.l.
Even in silence
quiet speaks volumes.
In absence of music
melody remains.
With uncertainty
there can be harmony.
When questions stop
answers start.
Even without light,
there is
still art.
09/24/209 j.g. lewis
Unredeemed promises
breathing down your neck,
signals from a different
place, a distant past.
Unworthy, still awake at
3:16 a.m., not knowing
what then possessed me,
and what I now need to do
to reclaim my place.
I’m not thinking like before,
so why would I even consider
it now. I’ve moved forward,
but can’t forget. Words still
remain on the page.
j.g.l.
What beliefs, thoughts, or
random confusion, keeps you
awake at night?
Does it happen often?
How do you deal with it,
at the time, or in the days and
weeks that follow?
I don’t wish to believe in the
soul-sucking cacophony of
ego-battling ideologies,
but I’ve become drawn into
the debate simply as a means
of protecting my humanity, or
maintaining my sanity.
It’s not fair, and it is not
right, but at 4:04 a.m.,
I find myself searching for
ways to protect myself.
How do you keep yourself
safe from spineless demons or
or self-centered shareholders
concerned with only profit or
pain?
j.g.l.
You can’t tell why,
but you know
you must.
Listen
Beyond silence
there is a voice you have
come to trust.
Be cognizant, be careful,
be clear.
When your soul speaks,
only you will understand.
08/20/209 j.g.l.