Step into the EYE... walk into the unknowing. What are of you afraid of? Delve...delve...delve deep. Fear is a weighed response to a possible biased outcome of your own forging, fear not that future, for it could unfold into a thousand other delightful experiences. You will never know though unless you step in the EYE. So step, take my hand and let us both see what's on the other side together. by Philip Wardlow June 7th, 2023
She is nestled here amongst me, our energies intertwined exchanging soft electricity, nuzzling. A quiet moment created where space and time slows, juxtaposed with love and longing amid fears and frailties that are forever timeless. She shouldn't have to wonder, nor should she ever worry in regards to if we are forever. But she does, oh she does, soft and hard she does. I hold her all the tighter so she knows my energy is all hers, pure and bright as the noon day sun and just as comforting and warm. By Philip Wardlow May 10th, 2023
The day’s
doldrums drone
on from dawn until
dusk and the mucky muck
lurks.
An insidious thing
the mucky muck,
pulling life out,
removing all
motivation for movement
as the spirit tries to escape
a maze never seemingly meant
to be solved.
With a thrum, thrum
insistence to be heard, the mucky muck lurks
skulking deep,
latched on like a
fat tick needing
to be pulled out,
cut out, or burned!
Mucky muck leave me be
For I swear, with
sword in hand
I will cut thee
And I will see you bleed, bleed, bleed
even ever as my blood
leaves me, running in rivulets
down and dripping off
the cufflinks of my sleeves
You then mucky muck will finally surely
be free of me.
by Philip Wardlow March 27th, 2023
.
Give the Jester a hand
for he has worked hard to get to this day.
That Jester’s smile just may be painted on.
or he may be neither sad, nor happy, but
somewhere in the middle of the two
Somewhere in the show, the balls become difficult to throw
Up and up and up. More and more … Plop!
Ah, no worries, he’ll make it all up to you tonight
by giving the entire audience a rose and a sweet
piece of chocolate.
By Philip Wardlow March 23rd, 2023
Slumber comes for us all and dreams accompany with portents to perturb or pleasures to unfurl and enthrall Desires beg to be consumed just as fears wish to ruin the world inside, convincing us our contentment is a mere illusion. A wrinkle of doubt forms a shackle. Guilt a weight to drag us deep deep into the ocean But this ain't no cruise Cuz we're paddling always paddling As we scramble for the cork To plug that leak. while the sun shines shines and the storms creep creep. by Philip Wardlow March 22nd, 2023
Do you believe to escape me oh beautieous one ?
You who seeks to think she can choose her own way.
My arrows fly faster than you could ever run think to run
Hide you say?
Escape from love’s sharp arrow is but a myth, whether it be unrequited, thrust upon, stumbled into, taken, or laid in siege, so shall you feel it’s thudding sting into you deep and anchored in full.
My arrows when flung seek only but the beat of the heart, so as long you shall live so shall it find you whether on the highest sunlit peak or the dankest deepest hole in the bowels of this dark earth.
I find you a prize worthy only unto me. You shall have no other I have decreed. Long have I sought such a consort for eons, for I have dwelt in perpetual solitude allowed only to offer love to the ingratitude of others
To be cursed and denied it my entire life is cruelty alongside the cruel.
I am done with all that.
So fly oh arrow, fly true.
Seek her heart, seek, seek, seek
Find my true love
For there is no where for her to run.
By Philip Wardlow February 10th, 2023
I'm a sun surfer, riding waves of fire and fusion, I graze the gravity wells on a board of pure energy, slicing through the primordial particles of plasma Burn baby burn! Do you feel it? Ain't nothing better when surfs up. I shoot the curl of a sun flare out into space and almost touch Mercury before I plummet flung back down the barrel as it spits me towards the sun's surface to finally kick out and to settle, just floating taking it all in, I smile inwardly as I drop in again and do it all over Ain't nothing better bro. Tomorrow isn't promised Nature's energy setting a plate for you to eat off of, so carve it my brother and sisters, eat those waves well, Wack, Hack, Crack, and Snap, your way through. Throw buckets of ions as you slam and jam on through. Ride, ride, ride do or die. That's the only way to catch the sun Truly. by Philip Wardlow February 7th, 2023
She is a beauty.
Full of humor, wit and sarcasm with
a laughing smile that compels you to
smile in return.
When she invites you in she holds you close to her heart.
Her passion enthralls you, her empathy calls to you.
But do you know her like I do?
Do you see her open wounds
laid plainly on the table for all to see,
for ever has she been an open book
Stories of many a woe wound through her
various lives and lands she has traveled.
Read her story. See her.
Think her veneer made of steel, impervious
to your blows, constant and unrelenting?
She is fragile as any other soul in this world.
What battle is so important to be won that you
would scourge the field of her feelings til nary a blade
of grass stands underfoot.
Be warned, she is but a calm tempest
held at bay on the horizon that you invite in
with your callous words you sling so blindly.
I fear you would not survive her storm.
by Philip Wardlow January 16th, 2023
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Wellness • Poetry • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
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Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
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