In the summer of 1998, Russian scientists who were investigating an area 300 th km southwest of Moscow near the remains of a meteorite, discovered a piece of rock which enclosed an iron screw. Geologists estimate that the age of the rock is 300-320 million years.
The thrum thrum of the tracks travel
through my core…
from the cold rolled steel on
a winter morn.
It’s coming; my train.
The vibrations are distant as
my tensions strain
against the boundaries set long
ago in a land made of
flimsy paper mache.
It’s imminently imminent
that time ticks ticks
on the whim of
a pendulum made of wooden sticks
Light it low,
and watch it burn bright.
And by all the laws
of physics time ticks
and faster as it burns
the length of its swing.
The whistle blows.
As I continue to
On the track, on this
For my train to come.
By Philip Warldow 2015
My Brother ~
His pain grabbed at me, reaching in to hold tight to my chest as he screamed in that moment to no one and everyone in the world. His scream filled me up with an overwhelming emptiness that I could never fully know as it found a small echo within my own soul.
His inner turmoil was plain to see, manifested in the violent visceral cast to his eyes and voice that seemed to travel somewhere else in that instance of time. I realized then that I would never find a way to calm his inner demons that had taken a hard hold of him.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
“The reality of you was just a doctored picture of a scene that never happened….”
~ Quote by Me this time…:)
Originally posted on Ain't no rest for the wicked - Philip Wardlow:
All of us in this world
are made up of bits and pieces.
The failure of a father, the loving
kiss of a mother, the slap to the face,
the hug when most needed, the stomp
to the head, the shove in the right direction,
the mysteries from out of the elusive aether.
Puzzle pieces from an endless box
are continuously being dumped on to our table top
of life that you must pick up
and put together to form
a solid picture from.
Place your pieces carefully one at a time
into the spaces that fit.
Dwell not on the picture you think you see forming,
for it is an illusion, a trick
most dire to the eye and mind.
Your puzzle is not yet finished,
if it ever can be,
for how are we
to ever know
when so many
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