All posts by Philip Wardlow

I recently in the last five years went back to college and took creative writing and english lit courses along with participating in a writing group to hone my skills as a writer. I am into writing Urban fantasy, Horror, a little Science Fiction, and various forms of poetry to entertain & make you think. I have e-published a novella and I always look to have my work picked up by a publisher. I play the guitar (still learning the ropes there..lol) & have a black belt in Shorin Ryu Karate discpline which keeps my mind and body sharp.

Take Courage in Oz


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Take Courage in OZ ~

You have a brain
bespectacled girl.
You have a heart
as the tears flow.

You are on the road
even though
the yellow bricks
are all  faded and
cracked

You are on the road.

Take courage
as the forest for the
trees
grow up and around,

Dark arms reaching,
menacing.

Its all they are,
menacing arms

Its all they ever are.

Take courage in the night
for the moon lights
your path.

The lions, tigers and bears
are friends

For who could resist your charms.
Oh my!

Who could indeed?
And if they did.
Well what kind of friend
would they ever truly
be.

Take courage  in Oz
for you walk the same land
as them.

By Philip Wardlow

Little Prince Quote by Antoine De Saint Exupery


“To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred  thousand other little boys.  And I have no need of you, and you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a Fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, than we shall need each other. To me you shall be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.

by Antione De-Saint Exupery –  from The Little Prince 

 

Bravery


I have seen them,
the brave ones
with head down
rushing in
challenging the
world, waiting for it
to slap them down
they ride the sharp edge of insanity
until it either finally
lifts them high
or cuts so deep
to the bone they
bleed out
blood coagulating
at their feet
and either die
or get sewn up,
and given a bottle
of red in transfusion
from another
who says
go ahead take mine
I don’t need it
I’ve got plenty
yet they do need it.
But the world
is better for it
in the end.
The brave ones.
with
head down
riding the sharp edge of insanity.
And
so I begin
my ride.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2017

Nothing More


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Nothing would tell me more
about you
than a kiss.
For it would lead my psyche
into yours
on multiple levels
and roads
of desire yet to be explored.
I would know the Intent
of you
The passions wanting to
unfurl and
envelope me in them
I would feel the tensions
dissolve within you
as you grasp at my
nature
as I grasp at yours
My lips upon you,
my hands
gently holding
your cheeks as
you smile at the discovery
of a connection
long sought
long fought
in your soul
All this would be found
in a kiss
Yet, here I am
far across the room
for that
never to
be discovered.

By Philip Wardlow 2017

 

 

La vie est belle (Life is Beautiful) Song by Indochine


Life is Beautiful

 

My banker thinks that I might need somebody to help me

Whereas, my shrink  says that I actually need somebody to love me

The passing time always leads us to face ourselves

If it’s not me, who’ll resolve my problems?

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

Mom sees me becoming an architect or a doctor

I work at the plant, my boss sees me as worth nothing

Dad told me ‘being a musician is not a job’

Let me close my eyes until tomorrow, at least

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

 

Lyrics and Song by Indochine

 

Take on Me by Aha Unplugged version


 

We’re talking away
I don’t know what
I’m to say I’ll say it anyway
Today’s another day to find you
Shying away
I’ll be coming for your love, okay?
Take on me, (take on me)
Take me on, (take on me)
I’ll be gone
In a day or two
So needless to say
I’m odds and ends
I’ll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK
Say after me
It’s no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me, (take on me)
Take me on, (take on me)
I’ll be gone
In a day or two
Oh the things that you say
Is it live or
Just to

Be Still My Beating Heart by Sting


Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It’s not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget

Be still my beating heart
Or I’ll be taken for a fool
It’s not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face

I’ve been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so

I sink like a stone that’s been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

Be still my beating heart
You must learn to stand your ground
It’s not healthy to run at this pace
The blood runs so red to my face

I’ve been to every single book I know
To soothe the thoughts that plague me so
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

Never to be wrong
Never to make promises that break
It’s like singing in the wind
Or writing on the surface of a lake

And I wriggle like a fish caught on dry land
Struggle to avoid any help at hand

I sink like a stone that’s been thrown in the ocean
My logic has drowned in a sea of emotion
Stop before you start
Be still my beating heart

Songwriters: Gordon Sumner

The Feels


 

People either embrace the feels
or they fight against it.
Neither is wrong, and neither is
right.
It’s all just timing and circumstance.
Want or Need. Fight or Flight.
There is a glitch in us, for or
against, for whatever reason
we deem important in that slice
of time that it demands it of us.
We move mountains to attain it
or disengage from even the remoteness
of it happening in a flicker of an eyelash.
Fear and anxiety wells up within us
or an earnestness and compulsion
pulls us like a loadstone to the beautiful source
I have seen it in others…I have felt it from others
I have felt it in me.
You can do nothing to fight it.
Simple avoid or engage.
Yet, you need the feels in either aspect, in
the positive or the negative
in order to engage in life,
to be functional
You need that connection to the what-if
of the word or the now of it.
That connection no matter how
tenuous or deep meaning.
You choose your poison in the
dosage you yourself dole out.
I will choose my own and perhaps
we will in a future time
where both
our wills coincide.
Finally meet.

 

 

By Philip Wardlow 2017

Leavetaking


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I touched on you
for the merest moment
as each caress was counted
by my hand upon your
skin.
While each multitude of last kisses were my final goodbye that took it’s slow
approach in the
forever meandering days we spent
in ignorant luxury with
one another.
Fools,
yet fortunate ones
to find such a rich
treasure
Deep in the eyes of another
Us knowing the
full wealth
we clutched
And still finding
the strength
to set it aside
knowing it could
possibly lead to
a profound
sadness
from which there would be
no escape from.

 

By Philip Wardlow 2017

Mr. Mucky Muck


Climbing out of the mucky muck
getting out of the quicksand
of me
Expulsing the meandering mélange of
my bluesy Eeyore ways.
Striking a chord of resonance
to perchance
take a chance
on the what-if
of a life
less melancholy.
Stomp, stomp, stomp that fear.
Pull, push, fly against that gravity
paddle, run, roll
down that hill
Letting the fall aid my
cause.
Oh you mucky muck
you doldrums,
you insidious funk
I will take thee
by the scruff
and shake thee about
and shout in your ear
get out, get out, get out.
Slink you well away.
Ooze on down the road.
Mr. Muck
You are not wanted here.
No matter how well you look
in that three piece suit
and your comedic
bravado,
You will always fall
short as a true friend
no matter how comfortable
you seem in your skin
I see all to clearly below
that shady veneer
So goodbye
Mr. Mucky Muck,
Goodbye.

Philip Wardlow 2017