Tenacity
All posts by Philip Wardlow
Mirage in You
What shall I say of the mirage in you.
Bright eyes, delicate soul,
with tenacious heart
beating,
Blood running, spilling.
(or was it alligator tears)
It wasn’t until I slipped, did I finally
read the sign, “Be careful, wet floor.”
You think too much of yourself
and not nearly enough
All IN or ALL OUT.
Absolutes seem to be your trademark.
You are perfection.
You are lovely.
You are alone.
And you like it like that. ( no you don’t)
Mirages are only real to the person
observing, not the mirage itself.
It knows its not real.
Then you
suddenly
disappeared.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
I will
I will not like everything you do
but I will still like you.
I will not love the moods you
fall into but I will
still love you.
I will see you as you are;
imperfect, unpolished, lost
but I will still take your hand
and squeeze it, letting you know I am
right there with you on that path.
I will laugh when you laugh, I will cry when you cry
I will hurt when you hurt,
through all the years
that we have left on this earth
I will.
There is beauty in you,
so much beauty
Like a child that sleeps
and dreams
of play and magical places to roam
and beasts to wrestle and hug
I will always be watching
you dream.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Star Trek Quotes as part of the Quote of Week
Since it’s the 50 year Anniversary of Star Trek, and I’m a big nerd at times, I thought I would share some quotes from their various shows and movies down through the years that stick out in my mind….:)
“Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.” Spock from Star Trek (from Vulcan Philosophy)
“Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather think that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we’ve lived. After all, Number One, we’re only mortal.” Cpt. Picard from Star Trek Next Generations.
“Things are only impossible until they are not.” Cpt Picard to Data
“After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all, as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.” Spock (1967)
Space: The final frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship, Enterprise
Its 5 year mission
To explore strange new worlds
To seek out new life and new civilizations
To boldly go where no man has gone before
Balances in Extremes
I’m sick of percentages.
I’m sick of numbers.
I just want to be.
Balance is a just a concept
It is not the key.
Am I happy?
Am I sad?
Wait. Hmmm ..Let me do the math.
I’ll have a slice now please.
Wait. I can only have one?
Who the fuck made that rule?
Maybe I want another piece.
Extremes seem the norm.
Let me have my highs
My lows
Let me fuck it up and
make it up to you tonight
by giving you a rose.
The ratio of me to you and what
you mean to my heart cannot be
measured on scales or by a straight
edge ruler set against my life or
torn apart into segmented precise strips
and weighed in a cart to be sent
to auction and bartered for or bought.
Balance is an illusion that
Fools embrace to make life
Safe and orderly and put in
its place.
I want to take that ride
Where nothing and everything is possible
And it’s okay…it’s okay
to be that way.
There is no balancing on the
head of a pin, no precarious perch
I have to lend my life to or
Prescribe to until the very
End.
Just let it be
Unfettered, unshackled
Free.
by Philip Wardlow
My Alchemy Persists
I’m trying to capture
a lit bit of magic.
Distill out the mundane,
filter out the impurities,
and infuse a little energy
into this tired body and brain.
You have always been that
catalyst, that additive, that chemical,
or heat to speed the reaction.
Give me just a dash of you and
I will change this lead to gold
or this chunk of coal
to a diamond that
sparkles like your
eyes do.
Your kiss may be the final
ingredient to the elixir of life
that I have long sought.
Oh how elusive that magic is
at being caught
and wrangled like
lightning in a bottle.
But I am an alchemist, and
with my books, my bottles, my studies
my mythos, my faith, and you…
I shall wrestle with the five mysteries of life;
air, earth, fire, water, and the
elusive aether…
and condense their natures down into
a malleable creature from which
I can ride with you into the night.
by Philip Wardlow
My Beautiful Dead Girl
Haunted eyes
wrapped in misery.
You are already dead,
so why should you feel pain?
Pain is your purgatory
little girl, a grand gift
from scales that can never
be balanced in your favor.
Haunted eyes they may be,
but I see defiance, strength,
lingering deep, always
ready to rise to the surface.
Never did death look so beautiful
A perfection in form chiseled
from stone beaten up and torn
down by the elements.
You wear your cloak well,
dark and tear stained, wrapped
tight around a body that
still flies free.
You are my beautiful dead girl.
with cold hands clenching tight around
a warm heart
that beats just for you.
by Philip Wardlow
Los Muertos Walk ( and Dance)
With a dead eyed sneer and tip of his hat, the corpse
of the man shambled back,
to his grave before
morning became
too painfully bright.
A body long dead and done
with a soul withered at the roots
should not stray
too far from home.
Ah, but he had heard the horns playing
as the music called to him.
“Come dance, come dance!”
So he had, and delighted in the energy
that lay purchase to his desiccated feet
as he flew and flew
to twirl and twirl a lady or two
as a kaleidoscope of colors robed him
and smothered him from Death’s view
that could not find him.
When the last note had ended, Death
finally crooked its bony finger.
So, he crawled back into his grave
and let a small smile come to creep
knowing he would return when the
band called again…
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Quote of the Day Being Vulnerable
The waves for the trees
The seas can be tumultuous at times,
unforgiving, relentless, a downright belligerent bastard.
So ride and revel in the stormy waves
Let the skies threaten and yell,
flash and complain, like the devil thrashing in hell.
Give him a smile, a wink, and a fuck you, and tell
him, “You know what you can do!”
Then go down, down, down
Letting the deep in all it’s darkness
console you in it’s mystery,
comforting, cajoling, ever
unfolding in its complexities.
Find peace in the quiet deep.
Tempests may knock on yonder door
while the slow rolling lies just below
while abed you rest, upon a pillow of
seaweed amidst strange trees.
“Knock, knock,” says the sky above
“Go away!” you say.
“There will be time enough for you in the bright light of day!”
by Philip Wardlow 2016
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