“In Fencing you die a thousand deaths before you start to get good…” by Philip Wardlow
Fencing – A hobby of mine besides my writing….
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Strange but True? The 300 Million Old Screw
As a writer I like to look to pictures, art, or cool stories (real or otherwise) to draw on for inspiration for my stories and/or poems I write. I found this below little story on the cool sight called Stumble Upon, which always has interesting pictures, facts and stories to peruse when you are just bored or looking for something to do.
Whether this story is true or not it still makes you think and I always love the What-Ifs and Mysteries in life. To me this story is more fascinating than all the ridiculous scenarios about aliens coming to build the Pyramids, or having something to do with Stonehenge, etc….
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300 million year old iron screw
In the summer of 1998, Russian scientists who were investigating an area 300 th km southwest of Moscow near the remains of a meteorite, discovered a piece of rock which enclosed an iron screw. Geologists estimate that the age of the rock is 300-320 million years.
At that time there were no intelligent life forms on earth, not even dinosaurs. The screw which is clearly visible in the head and nut, has a length of about cm and a diameter of about three millimeters.
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My thoughts after reading this:
I researched this a little more and found that this particular discovery has never been debunked as simply a screw being dropped into a peat bog or a tar part or encrusted in a ossilized sedimentary rock like a piece concrete. Any of those scenarios would quickly explain away the reason for this “ancient” screw.
The screw was supposodedly encased in this ancient rock at the time of its actual forming 300 millions years ago. So who/what made this screw?… nature, aliens, time travelers….to me anyone of those three still intrigue me because we still don’t know the answer.
So a hmmmmm? forms in the brain. …A mystery……I love a mystery because life in all its facets from love, to certain friendships formed , to religion, to our origins, to space is really all a mystery no matter how much you think it may not be. It is… and that’s a cool thing. That’s a fun intriguing notion that life is a mystery and still has mysteries and that everything isn’t known. That’s no fun. That’s like knowing the ending of the movie before you sit down in that darkened theater with your box of popcorn…
Waiting for the Train
I sit.
The thrum thrum of the tracks travel
through my core…
from the cold rolled steel on
a winter morn.
It’s coming; my train.
The vibrations are distant as
my tensions strain
against the boundaries set long
ago in a land made of
flimsy paper mache.
It’s imminently imminent
that time ticks ticks
on the whim of
a pendulum made of wooden sticks
Light it low,
and watch it burn bright.
And by all the laws
of physics time ticks
faster,
and faster as it burns
the length of its swing.
The whistle blows.
As I continue to
sit
sit
sit.
On the track, on this
cold
cold
morn.
For my train to come.
By Philip Warldow 2015
My brother – Past and Present reflections
My Brother ~
His pain grabbed at me, reaching in to hold tight to my chest as he screamed in that moment to no one and everyone in the world. His scream filled me up with an overwhelming emptiness that I could never fully know as it found a small echo within my own soul.
His inner turmoil was plain to see, manifested in the violent visceral cast to his eyes and voice that seemed to travel somewhere else in that instance of time. I realized then that I would never find a way to calm his inner demons that had taken a hard hold of him.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Quote of the Week –
“The reality of you was just a doctored picture of a scene that never happened….”
~ Quote by Me this time…:)
Zombie
If Zombies could talk they would
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don’t have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I’ve got something for you that might
clear that up…..
Steady, Steady, don’t move, click BOOM!
All Better my friend
A bitch called life, my best friend (or Striving) – a poem
A Bitch called life, my best friend ~
Let the dust die down and coughing fit stop
Let the world know I gave a damn or let them know nothing
at all.
Let them know that I loved and I lost,
and then chose to love again.
Winning isn’t an option anymore it’s either
do or don’t live to talk about it tomorrow.
Laced up
Dead eyes on,
Hands steady with
a wicked grin.
Ring the fucking bell.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
I wish
I wish ~
I wish many things…
I wish to have my cake and eat it to….
I wish to write write write and give people a little of my unique insight
I wish to have you in every sense of the word.
but I dream…I wish…I conjure
I mark my time….I bide it well….and wait for that fish.
to come swimming by my net….
to pull him up and put him on my boat
I just hope my hand does not slip as I try
to get a sure grip on that tiny little fishy
How sad it would be to see
my wish fall back
to the dark
dark sea
beneath.
By Philip Wardlow 2015
Its the little things in life….. yay Spidey!
Spiderman to join the “real” Marvel world with the Avengers one day soon! Yay!..
A Thimble Full of the Moon – A poem
A Thimble Full of the Moon ~
Sun scorched skin feels flayed,
raw and on fire,
lips cracked,
tongue swollen,
body drained…weak as a ragdoll.
I crawl through ever shifting sands
with far off lands
shimmering in the distance
that never seem to draw close.
Alone,
I endure the silence
of the ever beating
sun upon my back.
Cold solace comes in the form of
night stars which
are more a stranger than
their close abusive cousin.
Yet my companion moon
comes to dance for me.
She flies with her curved form
arcing across the sky.
Every now and then she helps me along
my way.
As I spy her reflected in a thimble sized pool
of water
in the shadows of the dusty
dunes at night.
I drink.
And that is enough
to continue onward.
Philip Wardlow 2015
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 