Life is about dodging and jumping…..jabbing and grabbing….lip smacking that delicious girl that twinkles an eye your way…
So don’t stay complacent…get in the game…let it be fun….that run…that breath you take….that adrenaline which courses….that
chance you throw to the wind….as you try to fly like other men.
The day’s heavy snows shroud dark thoughts
as the mind meanders to distant
threats known and unknown
and half believed.
Capture the whimsy
and embrace the chaotic
flakes which fall
always with their ordered crystalline structure
intact upon your
tongue.
Let out the disquiet inside with
a heavy sigh
expelled
as frosted air.
Sit in whispered contemplation
of a life less frantic
as you gently embrace
the day.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
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I see you evil eyeball in the dark,
You twitch , roll, spin and watch
Please stop your spinning to and fro
Or else, Squish! you go between bare toes.
By Philip Wardlow
My Dear Psycho,
Strip me bear and lead me to the bath tub
naked and lay me
within.
Slit my wrists, slit my throat and have
my deliciousness drain from me
and let it feed the sewers below.
Watch the light slowly leave my eyes,
as you hold me close in a lover’s
viscous bloody embrace.
Sing to me of your wanting,
Sing to me of your loss you hold
deep and dark as pitch that never
knew love.
My Dear Psycho,
Dip a finger or two into an open
wound that you so choose and
paint a caricature upon me of you.
Leave me smiling,
leave me bloody and blessed by your touch.
Leave me dead
In my own bathtub.
My dear Psycho.
By Philip Wardlow
undone in spectacle
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undone in spectacle
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • 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, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
weird alien 👽
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 