by Philip Wardlow June 2020
To Breathe
by Philip Wardlow June 2020
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Two Sides to Me
I was told today to be decisive.
I was told today that my response
to stopping racism was the typical
answer that would never work and
has never worked.
I was told that my ideals were not enough
You don’t think I want to do a Boston Tea Party
on all their asses,
to burn and pillage, boycott and tear down
all the apathetic institutions and cold corporations that
turn a blind eye to the
many colored man,
to turn my back on authority while giving the middle
finger to it all?
Fuck yes. Every damn day.
Yet, I don’t want my world to burn
around me even though
it burns from within.
I don’t want a black old man crying
in the streets because his
business burned to the ground.
I don’t want a white old man
bleeding profusely after
being knocked to the ground.
I don’t want death, I don’t want destruction.
I don’t want hate. I don’t want fear.
I want compassion
I want cooperation
I don’t want division
I don’t want disdain
I want respect.
I want justice.
I want inclusion.
I don’t want any more Martyrs
for the cause.
There has never been indecision in me,
only the resolve
for all the world
to finally
wake the fuck up.
by Philip Wardlow June, 2020
The Dark Forest
Jump in the river and let it carry you out of the dark forest you are in…
Who cares where it flows if you are already lost….
Fearing anything is inevitable,
so face it headlong at a dead
run.
I hear most outcomes cause
you to grow beyond what you
thought of as a once heeled truth,
allowing you to leave that dark forest
far behind,
as you continue
to flow on, and on, and on.
By Philip Wardlow May, 2020
I like the Way
I like the way
she casually calls me Darling
to get my attention
from across the room.
It makes me smile inside
in the nonchalant way
she shows her love for me.
I like the way
she trusts in me to protect her
in any instant,
Hand in mine, anytime;
on a dark street or
in a crowded room.
Even though it saddens me,
I like the way she says
she wants to go before me,
because she says she’s not strong
enough to see me go.
I like the way
we create together these
small places of paradise,
thrown like sand on the wind to drift and drift as we
waft in the hours, minutes, and
lazy seconds
of each other’s company
with no thought of tomorrow.
I simply like the
many ways of you
as I always have
since the very
start of us.
by Philip Wardlow May , 2020
Skin Hunger
If you had told me I would have
yearned for a simple handshake,
months from now,
I would have scoffed at such a silly notion.
If you would had said a hug from
a loved one was a distant memory
and that only through dreaming in bed
at night could such an implausible embrace happen,
I would have laughed in your face.
No light touches, no manly shoulder to shoulder hugs,
no holding hands, no fist bumps,
no incidental brushing of skin against
skin in the everyday going on
of life.
None of that.
I am bereft and unaware of the warmth
or coldness of a cheek or simple palms of another,
stolen is the smile behind
a mask that might have touched my soul
as they looked my way in the incidental
happenings of a mere
day.
There is a gnawing
Deep
A pang
Inside
Screaming
A hunger
threatening to consume
To feel
To know
the innocent
intimate
touch
of another.
by Philip Wardlow, May 12th, 2020
We can’t run
I have heard many people state over the years, months, and weeks as of late in various media platforms , “Why don’t you just leave your state, or this country if you don’t like the way it’s being run?”
First, I would say, “I was born here, it’s my home.”
Second, I would say, “Some of are us are not so mobile, and not as well off to simply pick up their whole lives and begin anew.”
Thirdly, “What you are talking about is just political self-segregation same as we have had with self-segregation with our educational system state to state across the US over the last 50 years or more. Sure, the Federal Govt abolished segregation at the Government level awhile ago, but not at the personal level with white, more affluent families choosing to leave certain districts of lower income structures that minorities tended to live in, which later resulted in a higher tax base for those richer suburban neighborhoods while those Urban areas were left adrift, with a high population density and lower tax revenues generated for their schools.
Also added to that, there were many nefarious but legal state mandates back in the day, corralling minorities in certain neighborhoods to keep them at bay if you will from the suburban areas and from getting ahead in general. Because of all that, we now we have many failing or depressed school systems throughout the U.S. , while other affluent communities thrive just a few miles away. We then have this polarizing affect of the haves and the have nots occurring across the nation, creating tensions we could have avoided to a large degree.
I believe familiarity breeds compassion and friendships, as isolation breeds ignorance and fear on both sides.
Black on black crime is the leading cause of young black men in the US and I point to a lack at a chance at a good education, and also a mental component of the world saying you are good enough to matter being the culprit to all the violence being done.
My whole point is this, leaving a situation, or running from it, WILL not make this nation better as a whole, there are NO borders here in the U.S. or the World . That’s just an illusion we sell ourselves. The bad or the good will always come knocking at your door from everything that happens here in the U.S or abroad, and I mean everything.
by Philip Wardlow May, 2020
You Evil Nipples *Graphic Content Warning
It’s a devious thing..this thing called the nipple…
Why does it point at me so, setting
as a bullseye to wanting,
To suck, pull, twist, lick, and kiss
What an evil, devilish fiend of a form which sets upon your already beautiful breasts that always
beckon the darkness in me.
Torturing you is easy when you point those things at my way with a ready smile,
Hands itch as I lick my lips wanting to take a nip on a nipple
with ready teeth.
I can’t control my actions
when I’m in close,
Fingers deep
Pulsing passions push me
to take those evil nipples and show
them a thing or two about playing
in pain.
I can’t help getting rock hard
when I have you well in hand
Twisting, pulling, and pinching
Blame your evil nipples for what I do to you,
for being fool enough to tempt a sadist like me
By Philip Wardlow April, 2020
Hear my read through of poem below at Link:
The Seven Hearts of Her
A Broken Heart
Love let her down and pushed her aside,
it didn’t keep her company, it didn’t give her a hug
and it never chose to know her
A Passionate heart
She’ll fall into your arms
Into a full on embrace
Warming to a kiss<
To be wanted to be taken
Over and over
A Dear Heart
She keeps a love close
as a treasure finally found after
a millennia of seeking
Precious, Priceless and Dear
as she thinks the same of her own.
A Fearful heart
Eyes wide and brimming
hands clutching, gripping
holding tight
Voice imploring for her love to
never disappear
Empathetic Heart
She pulls the sadness and plights of others within her
exploding with a comforting
balm of wise words and consoling
A Humorous Heart
Raucous and irreverent
with an infectious fun
soul along with a smiling
laugh that others always
long to see and hear
A Delicate Heart
Strong yet brittle
A fighter yet fear filled
Hard willed yet may fall apart
in your arms in a moment
All her hearts want
is to love
and be loved, and not
to be precariously left
upon a shelf
and forgotten.
By Philip Wardlow April, 2020
Everybody is a Fucking Expert
People become afflicted
become sickened
A Mother dies, a Daddy dies
a Brother, a Sister,
a Nephew, an Aunt,
that crazy fun Uncle,
well he’s no longer around.
Yet some know better,
some are fucking experts on everything now:
Epidemiology, Politics
and the Constitution, here
come take your diploma
young ignorant man.
They have just crawled from
the primordial ooze,
but without an ounce of knowledge or true
reflection,
they know the why, the what, and the wherefore
of it all.
Without doubt or reservation,
they string together tens of hundreds
of stories into
a conspiracy of disdain and ridiculousness.
Anxiety now rules an already twisted logic system,
mutating them all into something
new and improved,
The truest most deadly virus of a
a thing called the Fool.
by Philip Wardlow April, 2020
The not so long ago
Not so long ago
you once never were.
Your pretty face was
not an image in my head.
You were non-existent;
invisible in my reality.
Then right in front
of me, you shone
like a day
that never knew light.
You popped in gloriously
and I could not look away.
How many turnings of the Earth,
how many cycles of the Moon
have gone by since that fateful date
of our conjunction?
You were magic found that night,
a treasure uncovered, a beacon
in a blanket of fog as
I held you tight,
dancing,
the music playing,
me dissolving into you.
Now you are ever present,
you sit in my mind
Never moving an inch
for I hold you fast in me.
For the lover you are now.
For the friend you will always be.
I like to think on the not so long ago,
when the Universe
brought your brightness
to me, and that I never want
it to leave.
by Philip Wardlow March , 2020
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 