When that which festers beneath the surface escapes, then permeates what we have known, we are ever reminded of how it felt before.
Anger and animosity will only extend our discomfort.
11/07/2024 j.g.l.
When that which festers beneath the surface escapes, then permeates what we have known, we are ever reminded of how it felt before.
Anger and animosity will only extend our discomfort.
11/07/2024 j.g.l.
Politics is far more than image and identity.
It should be a conscious reflection of values,
morals, and meaning. It is a choice of both
the candidate and the constituent.
Look closely at what a politician represents
to you. Morals and values are crucial to the
meaning of it all. Choose wisely.
11/03/2024 j.g.l.
Clocks set back, days ahead altered
as if time can be held, still
we cannot fool ourselves in believing.
The sun will still set.
We seldom lose hours as much as
we change our trajectory.
It will get darker, before you know.
The sun will still rise.
Between where and then, light will
strike any object in its path
as long as it is able. Faithfully, we watch.
The sun sets.
This autumn, this November,
carries a tone of melancholy.
Steadfast, I can only stare back.
The sun rises.
I know about fear, or fear what I know.
Remnants of the day,
routinely, have so much less to offer.
The sun will still set.
When all that you know becomes
all that you have, you are
unable to consider possibility.
The sun will still rise
We live and breathe, twenty-four hours
daily. Memory will serve us;
those uncertain, those unbroken.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
It is thought that counts;
endless reflection of past wrongs,
mistakes mistakenly remembered
and deep devious disappointments
always contained within.
We must ever be mindful of
changes that can be made after
all is said and done.
We can do more.
10/27/2024 j.g.l.