Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


open space

  • relax

    Don’t even think about it…

    step outside.

    07/23/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

  • patience

    Patience is
    the waitress who dutifully
    serves your lunch, the mechanic
    who raises an eyebrow at your
    simple request shrouded
    in ignorance, disbelief, and fear
    of the expense,
    a child waiting for praise when
    they have done just enough; or
    all of the above.
    Patience must be lived,
    not learned.

    07/21/2023                                                                                           j.g.l.

  • evermore

    Who can you trust?
    Is there a truth?
    Can you believe all you are
    told, how you’ve been taught,
    or what you been through?

    Nursery rhymes, history
    lessons and little white lies,
    however can you know
    if you can’t trust your soul?
    Harsh truth. Evermore.

    No matter how old, you are
    still being sold. The media and
    messages taped up on the street,
    fallaciously advertise
    what you need to be free.

    At times we will struggle;
    anxiety is real. How can you tell?
    What have you felt?
    Are you brave enough to face
    your distinct mental hell.

    07/18/2023                                                                                  j.g.l.

  • deprived

    Temporary overnight comfort.
    Trauma of the day bleeds into
    an unbearably uncomfortable
    night; it’s more than insomnia.
    Oppressive humidity intensifies
    heat aggressively heightened,
    the heaviness of it all deprives
    our mood. Denying resiliency,
    awaiting relief, seeking shade
    for a soft soul. We are wilting.

    07/14/2023                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • cloud songs

               It need not be dark
                to know it is there,
    does not have to be full
           to feel the weight
                               of its stare.

       You’ll not know the direction
                   to see where
                   it has been.
         You could still be asleep;
         it could still be a dream.

       So much like a fingerprint,
       only a partial phase
       could be well enough
            for the totality of its effect
       on those who keep looking up.

    07/11/2023                                                                                    j.g.l.