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A bitch called life, my best friend (or Striving) – a poem


 

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A Bitch called life, my best friend ~ 

 

Let the dust die down and coughing fit stop

Let the world know I gave a damn or let them know nothing

at all.

 

Let them know that I loved and I lost,

and then chose to love again.

 

Winning isn’t an option anymore it’s either

do or don’t live to talk about it tomorrow.

 

Laced up

Dead eyes on,

Hands steady with

a wicked grin.

Ring the fucking bell.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

I wish


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I wish ~
I wish many things…
I wish to have my cake and eat it to….
 
I wish to write write  write and give people a little of my unique insight
 
I wish to have you in every sense of the word.
 
but I dream…I wish…I conjure
 
I mark my time….I bide it well….and wait for that fish.
 
to come swimming by my net….
 
to pull him up and put him on my boat
 
I just hope my hand does not slip as I  try
 
to get a sure grip on that tiny little fishy
 
How sad it would be to see
 
my wish fall back
 
to the dark
 
dark sea
 
beneath.
By Philip Wardlow 2015

Its the little things in life….. yay Spidey!


Spiderman to join the “real” Marvel world with the Avengers one day soon!   Yay!..

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A Thimble Full of the Moon – A poem


A Thimble Full of the Moon ~Dunes

 

Sun scorched skin feels flayed,

raw and on fire,

lips cracked,

tongue swollen,

body drained…weak as a ragdoll.

I crawl through ever shifting sands

with far off lands

shimmering in the distance

that never seem to draw close.

Alone,

I endure the silence

of the ever beating

sun upon my back.

Cold solace comes in the form of

night stars which

are more a stranger than

their close abusive cousin.

Yet my companion moon

comes to dance for me.

She flies with her curved form

arcing across the sky.

Every now and then she helps me along

my way.

As I spy her reflected in a thimble sized  pool

of water

in the shadows of the dusty

dunes at night.

I drink.

And that is enough

to continue onward.

 

 

Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Accident – A poem by Philip Wardlow


Philip Wardlow:

Thought this was an appropriate Blog Poem to reblog for Valentines Day coming up! :)

Originally posted on Ain't no rest for the wicked - Philip Wardlow:

Happy Accident

Everything and anything

could have been that day,

yet I was there sitting in that place,

in that small little space,

in that time, that moment

plucked with you in

mind.

A hello, a smile, a small question

to catch my eye.

 My attention never wavered…as something,

yes something…told me

there was more  to this meeting,

more…

than just

the  casual.

You were my Happy Accident

if I only chose

to embrace it.

by Philip Wardlow 2013

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Perspective


You have so many years to discover others and yourself…
Life is never all about one thing…not sex..not love…not possessions…not knowledge…its everything; comingled into one great perspective that is unique just for you and sometimes you can meet that person who gets you a little and you get them and you share that perspective together and at that same time learn each other. Then that perspective shifts again for you both..and you sync up.
That’s more than love…that’s a mystery and its beautiful….:)
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The Fourth World – Chapter 1 – an Excerpt


The following piece is an excerpt from my First full length Novel – “The Fourth World”  due to  be completed this year.   It is a Dark Urban Fantasy Teen Novel.  It’s  set in modern times surrounding three teens  all of whom are strangers to each other.  They will  come together whether they want to or not to just possibly save the world and learn something about themselves and their place in the world. This is chapter has been revised a few times but I am sure it will be revised again before its all done…:)

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 The Fourth World

by PhilipWardlow

Calvin had always believed in magic. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. They could doubt all they wanted. There was a hidden world which we could not see sitting right in front of our faces, most everyone was too busy, too blind, or too stupid to see it. Calvin saw it in the trees as the distant winds kissed the leaves which flew through its branches. He spied it dancing in the fire amidst the embers at night; little tiny sprites hopping from log to log amidst the flames playing a game of tag. He smelled it in a wild rose growing in a crowded field of jostling weeds flinging its pheromones to attract the butterflies to alight upon its silken petals. He heard it in the babbling brook as the water played upon the rocks behind his home whispering to the frogs as it traveled on downriver. He felt it in the rough stone he caressed in the palm of his hand; an ancient power from ages past unearthed from the deep bowels of the earth from the crumbling’s of a mighty stone titan long dead. It was everywhere if they only choose to see. The magic spoke to him because he chose to listen and he almost understood what it is was saying…

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Chapter 1 – Reality Sets In

 

Calvin tasted the blood that trickled down to his upper lip which flowed from his nose. It had a sweet metallic taste. He liked the taste of his own blood. Calvin wasn’t a weird person don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t into to that kind of stuff.  He just liked to sometimes pretend that he was Conan the Barbarian backed up against a wall, fighting an angry horde of ghoulish creatures hell bent on gutting him like a fish, and slowly eating his entrails as he watched. With sword in hand he would hack and slash, limbs would fly. He would be scratched all to hell and bleeding from a dozen different wounds and smiling insanely because this could be his last day alive so why not go out smiling like a true warrior would upon meeting his death well met in battle. Yeah, he liked to have his mind go to places like that rather than be anywhere than where he was right now. Read more…

The Stars


 

 

Stars

Oh short life, that I wish were longer, lift  me up to the stars so that I may float among them and touch them with shy fingertips as I gradually get to know them all intimately like a father meeting his estranged child for the first time after eons of separation and forced expulsion. A lesson had to be learned before I could return to the stars….a lesson deep and longing …personal and reflective for each that finally find their final resting place to call home….

I grin – A small poem


I grin ~

 

I grin at danger or a challenge,

I grin at life when I know its trying to beat me down

just as I’m grinning at you now

as you lie naked on my bed.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

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