Forest of pitch and gloom promise men carnal fortunes with a witches smile
Did you blink and miss floating eyes and toothy grin Hee, Hee, What a Fool
It stands in the hall one foot closer every night Door locked tight, Knock, knock
Dapper ghosts party Halloween is upon them drink, dance, and go Boo!
They say parents shouldn’t outlive their kids, but should an older brother outlive their younger?
Much like a parent, the older brother directs, and protects the course of the younger.
Unlike parents, the older brother can also be a partner, a fellow perpetrator of many a fun misdeed gone awry. That is where bonds lie deepest, where intimate secrets are kept and held between a kin closer than that of the mother or father.
Sharing of sins, and the punishment of those sins, sharing in the joys and adventures that is youth in its whole.
You share a core with that little brother that none may know. It’s unspoken but known to the bone between you two.
To the Bone.
It’s honored, it’s delicate. It’s something that always dwells.
So when you see your little brother, dismal and seemingly damned, fallen and fragile, raging against an unknown foe and miles from the place in him from where he was once was, you know.
Where in the core that you share, now only dwells despair, you weep, and you weep, and you weep in the silence where no sees, because a man doesn’t cry, they simply don’t.
You know you won’t cry as he lies in a casket, all dressed and prettied up. You know you won’t cry when other’s speak of him in passing or come up to you with a hug, and “I am sorry for your loss”
You know you won’t cry simply because you have already cried so much as bit by bit of your little brother was pulled from you, excised with a sharp knife, and put into a blender and pureed to mush.
By Philip Wardlow June 2021
Let me close my eyes
and softly sink
into you,
my mind intertwininng,
weaving
amongst
your own tangledness.
I wish to sift through your dreams,
pushing away the debris
to see all the fallen wishes
and struck down desires.
I wish to ride the sorrowful
storms of a life stolen,
lost to the whims of the
Others, those demons
which rode you down and snatched
it all away, laughing,
as if your pain
was just a game.
I want to see all of it,
each and every dream,
everyone,
witnessing it with you
in a tight embrace.
Holding you, I would whisper
that it will all
be alright,
For you are home now,
and your dreams are
safe for I hold them
as dearly as I hold
you now and until
the end of
all time.
by Philip Wardlow September 2020
I have heard that Melody
in music is dying,
stripped down
to either Harmony,
Rhythm, or Tone.
Using only 3 Notes,2,1, or None
to get the job done
and feed the
hungry masses.
People still love the
new music though.
I have at times.
It’s got a good beat
and you can dance to it
and might have
something clever
to deliver
that clicks into
you gently.
But most of it’s shit
cuz there’s
no flow
up and down the scale
flirting
with the emotional
peaks and valleys
of the soul
pulling something
out of you
involuntarily
beyond your control.
Now, most of it feels
recycled, overused
or too simple
like your ABCs
I don’t wish for Melody
to die
I wish for it to thrive
and come alive
So maybe, just maybe
it’ll jumpstart
my heart and reawaken
the Melody in me.
by Philip Wardlow 2019
Summer Haiku#1
Oppressive heat beats
As beads of sweat trickle down
With cannonball smile
Summer Haiku#2
A light wind catches
Flowered dresses as sun shines
Upon freckled skin
Summer Haiku#3
Lazy shade leaning,
just me and my maple tree
as the clouds creep by
Summer Haiku#4
Ice cream, ice cream! Run!
Melodic music enthralls
One fudgesicle please!
Summer Haiku#5
Hiss, Sizzle, Hiss
Burgers percolate on grill
As beer cans crack wide
Summer Haiku#6
Go Mosquito, go!
Must you infest sublime time?
Swat, slap, smack, no mo!
by Philip Wardlow 2019
We all at one time or two
sought the lingering approval
or watchful gaze of another,
be it from a fickle fan
adoring lover, or
sexual predator.
Everyone,
here or there
has drawn at the well of vanity
or emotional depravity.
Their mental cavities
within the mind
grinding away the days
in wanting to be seen,
be heard
be noticed
be exalted
a desperate grab
at the grandiose
a fetish of an ultimately apathetic
world
which will simply move on
to the next shiny bauble
when it comes by
Flying
bye
bye
bye
as you whisper
“See me”
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Not my normal on here for content, but the nerd in me had to GRADE all the 30 Marvel Movies in the Marvel Universe since Iron Man was made. In each Grade rankings they are further ranked best in that particular grade also 🙂 Let me know if you agree or disagree with this ranking. I can see some of you totally not liking my placement of some of these on this list… too bad too sad….tough titty said the kitty….yeah I’m sophomoric 🙂
Grade of A
Avengers: Endgame (2019)
The Avengers (2012)
Captain America: Civil War (2016)
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (2017)
Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Iron Man (2008)
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)
Grade A-
Avengers: Infinity War (2018)
Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
Ant-Man (2015)
Grade of B+
Iron Man 2 (2010)
Black Widow ( 2021)
Black Panther (2018)
Thor (2011)
Grade of B
Doctor Strange (2016)
The Incredible Hulk (2008)
Iron Man 3 (2013)
Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)
Grade of B-
Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015)
Spider-Man: Far from Home (2019)
Thor: Ragnarok (2017)
Ant-Man and the Wasp (July 2018)
Thor: The Dark World (2013)
Grade of C
Black Panther Wakanda Forever (2022) Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (2021) Captain Marvel (2019)
Grade of D
Eternals (2021)
Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)
Grade of D-
Thor: Love and Thunder 2022
*ABOVE LIST UPDATED JANUARY of 2023
See BELOW for Marvel Phase 5 Movies COMING!
There is no doubt, not an ounce
that some of my atoms were compressed
tight to the millionth of magnitudes
against some of yours
Kissing, real French like
if you know what I mean,
in that coalescing, condensed
cosmic cloud
out in the lonely dark
in an endless time.
Then Bam!
We were torn apart
just about when
I was almost
to second base
You were gone,
Far flung.
We both did our own thing then
for eons, on top of eons
Flying in a comet or two,
playing in the solar winds
making new friends
and losing a few to
the gravity of
a Universe slowly,
ever slowly coming
into view.
But, I still remembered you
in all my travels…
that energy, that vibrating
frequency, that was
a signature all your own
I felt it out there
amongst all the seeming chaos,
I felt you.
And now you have come
to sidle up tight
against me once again.
So let’s start over with that kiss
and let the planet we now
find ourselves on,
spin and spin and spin.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
I’m a melancholy mind
floating in forgotten winds
never fully
free of the damaged
parts that float around,
hard to catch,
hard to see unless
you look deep into me
I want you to, yet
I fear you are too distracted
and I cant blame you
for who you are but
I need you to see.
No one has really
ever found it but
I want you to.
I fear you cant.
The beautiful kid
that is still lost
and needs to find the way back
To run, to laugh,
With a new heart in hand
But this sun is
Blinding
And home is only
a made up memory
that already set
By Philip Wardlow 2018
I won’t complain at the tiredness
in my eyes and befuddled brain,
because of the late night tryst
you and I partook of
when the clothes
came off.
as you electrify
all my senses
in one intense
sequence of
events starting with
a drawn out kiss
full of delicious
heart felt
endearing sweet
recklessness
and abandon
that even after
being gone from you
a day, or an hour or two I find
I miss.
Wholehearedly and objectively.
Profusely, never obtusely
I see that I am good
for you and you are
good for me
You are just
the right kind
of drop dead
dizzy.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
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A Wheel of Time Community
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
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 