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Monthly Archives: March 2013
Down Below – Artwork that inspires me in my Writing
Cruel Master – A Poem
Cruel Master
I have no opinions of which you would care to hear;
for the heart is a cruel master which binds you tight.
Cry out and you will only get more of the same I’m sure;
another beating to send you back into the corner whimpering.
So I slink around the edges of your eyes and live
in the shadows of the moods you cast.
And hope that you never see I am slowly
poisoning the master you have come to
love.
So one day you will be free.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
This is so me at work right now! (and every other day as well)
THREE Poems from my younger years – by Philip Wardlow
AT THE MARATHON (GAS STATION)
AT THE MARATHON .
CHEWING BUBBLE GUM
MY FORTUNE SAYS I’LL BE ENVIED
BY EVERYONE.
AT THE MARATHON
CHEWING BUBBLEGUM
SITTING AT THE MARATHON
WAITING FOR A FRIEND TO COME
AT THE MARATHON.
WHO’D ENVY ME?
THE ONE WHO OWNS A BROKEN CAR.
AT THE MARATHON
WHO’D ENVY ME
THE ONE WITH A BROKEN HEART
AT THE MARATHON
THE NIGHT IS GETTING COLDER
AS THE CARS DRIVE BY.
AS I CHEW MY BUBBLEGUM.
WHO’D ENVY ME?
AT THE MARATHON.
By Philip Wardlow 1989
(PS. And yes I sadly had just broken up with long term girlfriend at the time n my teenage years)
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A Brother Far Away
Stomp Clomp Stomp Clomp
Marched the Family of elephants
As they trod the dusty distance
To the watering hole.
A brother far away
Hears the tink chink tink chink of steel against steel
to announce the arrival of the Big Top to town
A tenderly nudge of a mother’s
Trunk gently directs her curious baby back on
Course.
Brother feels the pokes and prods of the steel
Tipped hook as it lashes out at him when he makes a
Misstep.
The chuckling of the hyenas and the
roaring of the lions nearby incite
The lead elephant to bellow a warning
to keep away.
Brother hears the hoots and hollers of the crowd
Behind the dark circus tent as the lion’s cage lumbers by
with the great beast still asleep inside.
A west wind blows pushing through the plains , flowing over
The feather dusted clouds encasing the moon which hangs like a
Fluorescent white pearl over the watering hole.
Brother dips his trunk into the bucket and
Comes up with the last drink to be offered that night as he
Strains at the shackles to get a glimpse at the moon.
By Philip Wardlow 1995
Nothing & Something?
Nothing
That’s what I feel like sometimes
Nothing
Nothing, nowhere, no how.
When I see sunsets casting purple hues and
pinkish wisps set in a bowl of vibrant golden orange,
It always reminds me that I’m nothing
And something
A nighttime sky, filled to bursting with a voluminous moon
And a menagerie of stars and planets spinning and coalescing in a
Constant rhythm we can’t begin to see. That’s when I feel like
Nothing
And something
A single stolen kiss in the dark with a girl who didn’t know I existed until
today, soft yet firm, gentle yet wanting. Nothing exists, not even
me.
And yet something…
Clues and misdirection, blind alleys and thorough fares, leads me by a
Leash to nowhere
Yet somewhere will be the end when the journey’s through
I am humbled at times but at others
I am petulant.
I am tired of feeling like nothing
Something sounds good
By Philip Wardlow 1996
Haiku Collection I – by Philip Wardlow
Haiku Collection 1
Drive By
Her car sped by mine
My pleasant day fell apart
Tears in her eyes hurt.
Little Blonde Girl
Little blonde girl laughs.
Jumps, smiles, eyes wide with wonder
Innocence still found.
Dark Sun
Dark sun goes down fast
Warmth never there, fades away
Into the night glow.
You never know
Holes punched in the wall,
Door slams, tires screech away.
You never know pain.
The Bottle Spins
I place the bottle.
It spins as her eyes grow wide.
Fortune favors me.
Reality Set in the Fantastic – 5 Movies which move me to write the way I write
I have seen many movies….I mean many many movies. Probably not as many as some of the people I follow who are real movie reviewers unlike me in the blogsphere. They are the real diehards I have come to know in this thing we call the internet.
I am simply, myself, an avid moviegoer who likes to traverse through all movies, not really caring for one genre over the other. I look for good quality and uniqueness in the story & characters. I could find it in horror,a drama, a comedy, an action flick , sci-fi, or a fantasy movie.
I found that certain movies have shaped me as a writer in the direction I wish to go in my craft. The five I have listed below barely scratch the surface for what has moved or shaped me but they are a good sampling to show you where my head is at. I highly recommend seeing any and all of them if you haven’t already. Some of the five I picked you may recognize right away, while others may be a little more obscure. I picked them mainly because of their obscurity because I believe they should be seen.
Btw, I have NOT put them in any particular order of preference or rating for this listing:
NO. 1 – Safetey Not Guaranteed
I recently saw this first one above on a whim as I was clicking through my Netflix account. I read the premise and I was hooked. You see, I’m a sucker for almost anything that involves time travel big or small. It’s about a guy who puts out a want ad in the newspaper claiming he has invented a time machine and wants a companion on the trip. “Safety is not Guaranteed and by the way bring your own weapons”. The movie plays on many subtle levels and I don’t think you will be disappointed. And I will not give away any plot points because I don’t want to spoil the experience for you.
NO. 2 – Dark City
Now Dark City; I saw this movie a while back in the early part of the 2000’s on video…I never did see it in the theatres when in it opened in 1998 but wished I had. This movie to me was very ethereal to me. Besides having an ensemble cast of great actors, like Rufus Sewell,Kiefer Sutherland, William Hurt, and Jennifer Connelly, this movie dragged you into this world of Alice in Wonderland meets the Matrix. This was probably where the Wachowskis Brothers (sorry brother & sister now) got the idea for their Matrix movie. This movie put a man in maze like a rat and told him to find your way out…and in the end he did so much more…he thrived and won through bending the maze to his will.
NO. 3 – Groundhog Day
Ah Bill Murray, how I have loved him in so many roles and none more than GroundHog Day! If you haven’t seen this one then please crawl out from under the rock you have been living under for too long and go buy it. Yes, go buy it, don’t rent it because you will want to see it more than once down the long line that is your life. He’s a weather man in the middle of a mid-life crisis who doesn’t know he’s having one until he visits the small town of Punxsutawney in PA. As the same day repeats its over and over and over again NO MATTER what he does. He quickly comes to realize he’s trapped in a virtual world of never-ending days and unless he can figure himself out, he may just go mad. What would you do if every day was the same with no consequences no matter what you did?
NO. 4 -Man From Earth
This story took me by surprise. Made in 2007 and written by a man named Jerome Bixby (who wrote some Star Trek Stories in the 60’s). I found out Jerome actually dictated the final screenplay to his son a screenwriter on his deathbed in 1998. To me right off, it felt like a play on stage for the big screen. It’s a very small and intimate story between a man and his colleagues he has called good friends while working at a University for the last ten years as a teacher. But he has a very big secret…or does he..or is it all just fantasy. It is a very cerebral thought provoking piece of work that will challenge your mind. It may lead you down many different roads of thought about life and your place in it. At least it did for me. What if a friend told you they were a caveman from 14,000 years ago who lived through the ages up until now?
NO 5. Stranger than Fiction
For me Will Ferrell can be hit or miss depending on the roles he plays in any movie I have seen him in. For me, his character in “Stranger than Fiction” hit it out of the park. Here’s a man, named Harold Crick who thinks the world can be enumerated and cataloged and placed in a nice neat box and tucked safely away. When he starts to hear a voice in his head, more accurately a narrator who tells him how pathetic his life is and then tells him his death may be imminent he begins to rethink what life and really living means to him.
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As my title plainly says, I love writing stories based in reality while bringing in the fantastical element, and it can come in many forms. I want to lend to the reader a sense of escapism and allow them to leave their boring life for just a moment while at the same time grounding them to this earth they call their lives so they can take it with them when they finally close the book.
GIFS that sum up my experiences in life.
WHEN I AM NOT IMPRESSED BY CERTAIN PEOPLE I MEET
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WHEN HATERS ARE GONNA HATE
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When FU isnt just enough.
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Feeling REALLY REALLY HAPPY! (This is my signature Dance Move!)
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I think this often below:

Pulled – A poem
A little girl stands with arms open wide.
How must it feel to be the rope in a
game of tug-o-war?
Win or lose, it’s all the same,
the pain of strained muscles
and sinew running down to the core;
almost ripping.
Braided rope is much stronger than a little’s
girl mind or her soul that must hold to a
reality that slowly unwinds.
Her psyche is soft and pliable and will
if pulled, stretched, and thinned out
to nary a whisper of herself, will
harden in the cold stale air and become
brittle and slowly break away in pieces for
all her days to come.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
Bloody Party – A Poem
Your metallic sweet taste
drips from my mouth,
down your neck,
between your breasts,
and over your hips
to pool around
naked feet.
My bite, an aphrodisiac,
as you moan in my embrace
while my teeth sink deep
into veins drawing
life into my own.
Your river of red flows, it travels
pulsates, it beats, a rhythm
keeping time to a force where
I now control its course.
Slower, fainter, weaker.
You gasp in ecstasy at your
perfect death.
I lay you aside,
and move on to the next,
after all this is my party
and I must attend to all
my guests.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
This poem was originally published in the online magazine called The Carnage Conservatory in 2012.