Send your Kid to TrumpCamp its an adventure!


 

Trumpcamps are facilities  where Immigrant Children ranging from 5 months old to 17 years of age go to linger in their own filth and stench.

They are not giving means to wash their clothes, brush their teeth, clean their bodies, properly eat, given time to go outside,  or being taken care of medically overall.

7 to 8 yr old children are being  directed by the guards and supervisors of the facility to take care of children as young as 5 months old who are also  not part of their family.

350 Children are “housed” in a facility with a capacity of only 100.

They live in cages on a thin mattress on a hard floor bunched in cages with little to no privacy from those they are caged with or from the guards not more than foot away outside their cages with guns at their holster.

I.C.E. and Homeland Security are breaking the LAW.

72hrs is the maximum time mandated by law under the George Bush Jr era for  processing these immigrants and moving them on to a better Housing environment or with a family living in the U.S.

These children stay in  horrendous conditions for weeks to months.  Some are malnourished . There has been lice and flu outbreaks left to grow unchecked.

Now the Department of Justice lawyers are making light of the conditions and actually defending the outrageous inhumane treatment done to  the children.

I say again, its inhumane in regards to  what the US Government….OUR Government is doing to them. We are paying for this to happen to these children out of our own tax money.

It’s time to say enough is enough.

The children are suffering.  Simple as that. Children are suffering at OUR  hands and yet we do nothing. This goes against every thing the US stands for.

Speak out. For we are the Government  not the governed. The Senate, the Congress and the President work for us.

We are not obligated to just bow our heads and say nothing.

 

by Philip Wardlow June 25th, 2019

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Summer Haikus


Summer Haiku#1
Oppressive heat beats
As beads of sweat trickle down
With cannonball smile

 

 

Summer Haiku#2
A light wind catches
Flowered dresses as sun shines
Upon freckled skin

 

 

 

Summer Haiku#3
Lazy shade leaning,
just me and my maple tree
as the clouds creep by

 

 

Summer Haiku#4
Ice cream, ice cream! Run!
Melodic music enthralls
One fudgesicle please!

 

 

Summer Haiku#5
Hiss, Sizzle, Hiss
Burgers percolate on grill
As beer cans crack wide

 

 

 

 

Summer Haiku#6
Go Mosquito, go!
Must you infest sublime time?
Swat, slap, smack, no mo!

 

 

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2019

The Day


The sun is shining
yet,
I woke up today to clouds and rain
I woke to a dismal day
but now the sun is shining
and I can’t find a thing that causes me to complain
because I woke up today
and it was drip dripping so I went back in
and closed the door
tight.
But later when I looked back out
the sun was shining
and I couldn’t shove
the smile from my face.
by Philip Wardlow 2018

Red in Repose


Marvelous images come to play
as I think on her in repose
delicate in tone, soft in the silence
of a shiftless day.

Anticipation at the potential
of where the scene may wander
fingertips upon bare skin,
exactly where they go inconsequential.

Rarely ever has a woman drawn me so,
this compulsion, this mad desire
to push down, open up and own
to ravage, losing all self control.

Incognito and veiled in nature,
angel eyes with the devil behind them,
Hands out imploringly
pushing away at the same time reaching.

Always I oblige her wanton needs
Fair skin, fair no more,
as hues of vibrant pink come to settle
showcasing my forceful violent deeds.

Red plays the game well,
known needs in hand
Her body building, mind reeling
as her broiling core begins to swell.

Overjoyed she is, too weeping,
sweet deathly spasms taking,
nails raking, her body shaking,
now all she seeks is to be sleeping.

Sorry my dear, your times not quite up
for I’m all  fire and fury
Hands roaming, lips tasting,
penetrating, with great intent to erupt

Easing back, I now tease
inch by slow inch, I either
advance or retreat
I own this body now completely.

Taunting curves upon curves
whether with a jest of a twist
a nip, or a bite, she knows
the rules must be served.

Tantalizing terrible is my attention,
for her nature darkly beckons
She exalts at her body being at my disposal
A mere toy to be used with conviction.

Open is her love for me,
expansive as an undulating ocean
I rise and I fall with her
Finally finding my own place of peace.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

John Wick 3 Review


 

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A little disappointed in John Wick 3 …good action as always but lacking in dialogue and character development and leaning too hard on the action and stunt work. Also the progression from scene seemed too contrived and not organic. The movie this time around relied more on you caring about the type of way a person would die or the type of gun or weapon used than the pain of the character’s inner world I grew to love… The last two movies had a more delicate touch to the soul of a driven man…this was just a baseball bat breaking dishes for no reason besides because you didn’t like the pattern on them… Visually it was stunning at times with more world building giving the world more character than the person or persons themselves…plus the previous 2 movies had a pointed villain making it personal but this was more of a anti-establishment, of a me vs a corp entity feel. Writers this time around were lacking in imagination and storytelling … I saw no upward or downward movement in characters this time around… Kinda just there……I give it a B- … Still on board with franchise , just don’t disappoint again else ya gonna get cut… 😈

Unprovoked


 

 

I had a kid once who came up to me when I was about 11yrs old,  and out of nowhere hit me across the jaw…. totally unprovoked…I didn’t know him at all and then he ran away.

I was stunned but I wasn’t mad…I instinctively knew there was something more to the story..

So I approached this kid cautiously and asked him why he hit me… Apparently this kid was new to the school and someone who looked a lot like me had bullied him really bad, and I think, took something from him earlier…

I told him I wasn’t that person and that you should go tell a teacher about it… he apologized and later his younger brother of all things was in the same class as me and we became friends.

I think he was scared, angry and lashing out… They had just moved from another city… they were at a strange school …didn’t have any friends… it was a more urban school (rougher) than they were used to and I think they were just trying to figure it all out…

I could have chosen to escalate the incident but I didn’t …and that means everything sometimes in life in regards to trying to relate and get along with your fellow man.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Contentment


Contentment, they say,
is synonymous with happiness,
satisfaction, fulfillment
and more;
more words of
peaceful denouement leading to seeming
roads of blissful ends.

Perhaps and perhaps not.
At the most I would pluck
“satisfaction” from that pile
of useless defining words that they
try to ascribe
to life
of whats and what nots.

Satisfaction at knowing
you tried your best,
and still failed at it all
in the end,
satisfaction that you don’t
give a damn to fight that
fight anymore
no matter how much they implore
that you should.

That you smile in satisfaction
at the day that greets you,
whether the weather
is bleak and cold
or
sunny and warm.
You appreciate the day
for just being the day
Here, now and forever
more.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Fuck ups


 

Men fuck up
Women fuck up
Fuck ups beget more
Fuck ups
Go ahead
Get on that bike and
Cycle through more
Fucking up
Skin a knee,
Break a heart raw
Cycle to you bleed out
all your fucking Up
Then
Find a hill and
Free fall
Legs out
Look ma, no hands
That ER visit gonna
look nice
You Fuck up.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton




Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

[Verse 1]
Used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I’d known
But you rescued me from reachin’ for the bottom
And brought me back from bein’ too far gone

[Chorus]
You’re as smooth… as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned, on your love all the time

[Verse 2]
I’ve looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle’s always dry
But when you poured out your heart I didn’t waste it
‘Cause there’s nothing like your love to get me high

[Chorus]
And you’re as smooth… as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned, on your love all the time

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
You’re as smooth… as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned, on your love all the time

[Outro]
You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey, Tennessee whiskey
You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey, Tennessee whiskey

Why don’t we


Why don’t we buy a house
and call it our home
Live in it til
we’re gray and old
and the toothless dog
can’t chew his bone.

Why don’t we just let go,
pour it all out,
the fears, worries, and woe
Flush the toilet
and watch the shit
spin away forever gone.
And if backs ups
we plunger that bitch
until it drains
away.

Why don’t we
stoke the fire,
pour a drink at the bar
pet the cat as it
curls up close.
and yes that was a
euphemism for sex
meaning, let’s get it on.

Why don’t we
trust in us.
In that wonderful thing called love,
know it’s forever
bought and sold
no returns
rip up the receipt,
the stores closed,
out of business,
torn down.

You are mine and I am
yours.
No take backs.
Sold.

By Philip Wardlow 2019

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