I found a dead eyed human skull on the beach today that the tide revealed to me. I took it home because it told me to, and I swore it gave me a mischievous little grin. Now it sits by my bedside, and on the morrow I fear I will awaken a different man.
by Philip Wardlow ~
Hubris drove me, while callused hardened hands climbed up a mountain of only half of my design but ownership shall always be all mine, and mine alone for all time , for my mind is my own, and my feet followed the thoughts of many paths wrought with failings heaped upon failings echoing far back from time primordial.
As well did my tongue did wag, and my mouth did speak, with a smile did I ride the waves of pride, to seek rougish behaviors most unseemly with nary a thought to love’s insensitivities and slights, thinking I owned the world with but my charms and that it was always enough to just give a smile to wash the bile off me.
I once thought I had a conscience, until I tested it and found out I did not,
Not truly, until my world flew apart, over, an over, an over, an over, for it seemed the wanting of discipline, honor, and good behaviour didn’t go hand in hand when the soul of a man is weak, in trying to seek solace in a life he feels he deserves.
Oh pride, oh pride, oh pride! How does it divide us in twain!
I seek an esteem that may just be a dream, a dream that dwells deep within me,
Yet I still seek it. I still seek it
For my concsience calls to me from a great depth and I call to it, ever calling, and it seems to be rising, rising to meet me.
One day, one day it shall.
He’s got everything
that guy
Girls say he looks fine, fine, fine
They just can’t wait to get in line
just to say hi
So why, why oh why, does the world spin in the opposite direction
he’s facing, always pulling him back
to the starting line in his mind.
He’s got a job all would envy, a
loving cat that greets him when he gets back, Home
Where he’s all alone and the only warm spot in bed is where his cat lays at.
But he’ll be okay, he’ll be okay
Cuz everybody thinks so, cuz everybody always did.
He’ll give you a smile, tell you a joke, and give you a wink all the while there is something simmering down deep inside.
That even he cant seem to know he needs to seek to try and fix,
Probably cuz the world always needing a nudge and a fix, a flip of the switch, set to puree, to smooth out all the shitty parts.
Ah, but he’s a work of art, that body, that mind, that killer cute smile and he’s so nice
He’ll be okay, just you see, he’ll be okay…
By Philip Wardlow July 17th, 2025
Universe, far fling me like a smooth flat stone over a calm lake.
Take me within your palm and fingers and cast me side armed on a warm sunny summer’s day to go skipping on that lake.
I want to feel the satisfaction in denying gravity as I fly across the lake surface with an energy not of my own, like being strapped into a rocket breaking the confines of Earth’s mighty pull.
I want to know this freedom, this kinetic intensity, this uncontrolled ride into oblivion, this escape in a moment away from it all.
To forget the pull, and the weight of me.
Instill me with velocity, let me breath in the spirit of Hermes and let me run and skip along the edges of the space and time to venture into a wonderous desolation.
By Philip Wardlow July 1st, 2025
Mr. Moon ~
Why oh why Mr. Moon do you walk
hands in pockets, eyes downcast,
as the stars sit in there satin blue sheet,
surrounding?
Don’t you know it’s all for you?
No eyes but yours can see
all that the sky can give.
Feel blessed in this.
Earthly trappings are not the
core of your constance.
Nor the phases you
endure in your
soul’s search
for permanence.
Even in shadow,
yet you are still whole.
Even though no others
may see.
You will always be whole.
by Philip Wardlow 2025
What does a magician know of magic when it’s all a lie from beginning to end?
Does he think he does real magic? Or is he caught up in his own illusion, with his cape, top hat, and sleek black slacks, giving the audience a dark conspiratorial grin, as if he had access to some great mystery others do not?
Perhaps he is. Caught up.
Maybe he simply enjoys the wide eyes, the admiration, the controlling of outcomes, the smiles, the laughter, the sense of being one with the wonder in someone else’s eyes that are not his own.
For when he goes home, and removes his costume, he is alone.
There are no lights following him across the stage to his next trick, no applause, no adoration, no wonder, for him to hold onto.
Just him.
And that sadly that has never been enough for him or anyone for too long.
So he takes a bow
knowing he will eventually return.
And that has to be enough.
For the show must always go on, and he has a part to play for as long as the magic that still lingers within him stays.
By Philip Wardlow June, 2025
How do you progress when the world you live in is obsessed
Everyone, everywhere, for that thing that distracts
And then rejects
I’m a shiny object to some but not the one that matters most, I’m just a helpful ghost
Lingering in a house vacant of passion that doubts it’s true nature.
A ghost insubstantial, you could walk right through me and not miss me.
But I’m waiting again
To feel again
To pop into existence
Til then…
I remain the elusive ghost
Content with being incontent
By Philip Wardlow May 2025
Being effortlessly at ease
May be the hardest thing in life
to achieve.
Without drink, without drugs, without approvals, or validations needed.
To just be.
Can be attained but often elusive.
Does that encapsulate us as humans as a whole?
That we really are just simply animals always ready for flight or fight, or to fall over and just play dead?
Surely so.
And there is no bad or good in that statement, it is just simply is.
To be at ease in any given situation
to be remain focused and discipline
without the palpitations of the heart, the sweating of palms, the electric tension coursing, the narrowing of your world as you are compressed by four walls, or being pulled like a soft taffy through a press,
These are all our bodily responses to a world that can be threatening, cruel, chaotic, slighting and apathetic, and lonely at times.
To be fully relaxed, however,
To be immersed in a seemingly forever flow of pleasure, to be wrapped up in rapture, pure and intense with nothing more than to feed your need to feel all the good that life could possibly offer is a gift when it comes and should always be cherished, held tightly to, and adored, for who knows when it may again.
This being at ease.
Seek it in life in all its forms, from nature, to friends, to lovers, to surprising adventures around the next corner of your life not yet written
Be bold in seeking it for you are most worthy of finding it.
By Philip Wardlow March 28th, 2025
I am here on this planet
I'm a 400 Trillion to one shot to even exist on this planet.
Yet here I am,
Breathing, Living, Loving, Being Loved
I matter and that is amazing to me
You matter also
You matter
You are that 1 in a Trillion chance as well.
So live.
by Philip Wardlow Feb 5th, 2025
I call myself the Raven Prince, for I am dark, intelligent and wise, and playful to a fault, shy enough to not trust enough until an allotted time of my choosing and even then I am on my guard of you.
A Raven is a solitary creatures at times
unlike the Crow with a clan perhaps
numbering in the tens to a hundred strong.
Me, I am no Crow.
I am but a lonely Raven with only a few raven friends
who find me.
A Lonely life, for even the other ravens do not truly know me
Not for any of the ways I find I need them to.
So I am a lonely Raven even when amongst them
Yet, I fly…
because it easy, it’s effortless
to find distraction in the heights,
to see all the beauty laid out below me
waiting to be discovered just by me
and only me internally.
I am the Prince of Ravens you see.,
isolated, above the others, not by choice
but simply because my place is not
amongst them,
Why?
I could wonder why until I have died
and still not know the reason why.
I have always felt it though since a child.
It just is.
So I fly to distract
Ever higher, ever lower….
wherever I choose.
I will choose it
because I am the Raven Prince
by Philip Wardlow Dec, 2024
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Realise your innate perfection
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Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
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