“The reality of you was just a doctored picture of a scene that never happened….”
~ Quote by Me this time…:)
Category Archives: Inquiring Minds
My introduction page as a writer trying to get publsihed and a collection of posts showing who I am through ancetdotal musings about my life or how I am inspired to write or why I write and how I write in my own wierd little way.
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
Happy Accident – A poem by Philip Wardlow
Thought this was an appropriate Blog Poem to reblog for Valentines Day coming up! 🙂
Everything and anything
could have been that day,
yet I was there sitting in that place,
in that small little space,
in that time, that moment
plucked with you in
mind.
A hello, a smile, a small question
to catch my eye.
My attention never wavered…as something,
yes something…told me
there was more to this meeting,
more…
than just
the casual.
You were my Happy Accident
if I only chose
to embrace it.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
Perspective
You have so many years to discover others and yourself…
Life is never all about one thing…not sex..not love…not possessions…not knowledge…its everything; comingled into one great perspective that is unique just for you and sometimes you can meet that person who gets you a little and you get them and you share that perspective together and at that same time learn each other. Then that perspective shifts again for you both..and you sync up.
That’s more than love…that’s a mystery and its beautiful….:)
The Fourth World – Chapter 1 – an Excerpt
The following piece is an excerpt from my First full length Novel – “The Fourth World” due to be completed this year. It is a Dark Urban Fantasy Teen Novel. It’s set in modern times surrounding three teens all of whom are strangers to each other. They will come together whether they want to or not to just possibly save the world and learn something about themselves and their place in the world. This is chapter has been revised a few times but I am sure it will be revised again before its all done…:)
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The Fourth World
by PhilipWardlow
Calvin had always believed in magic. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. They could doubt all they wanted. There was a hidden world which we could not see sitting right in front of our faces, most everyone was too busy, too blind, or too stupid to see it. Calvin saw it in the trees as the distant winds kissed the leaves which flew through its branches. He spied it dancing in the fire amidst the embers at night; little tiny sprites hopping from log to log amidst the flames playing a game of tag. He smelled it in a wild rose growing in a crowded field of jostling weeds flinging its pheromones to attract the butterflies to alight upon its silken petals. He heard it in the babbling brook as the water played upon the rocks behind his home whispering to the frogs as it traveled on downriver. He felt it in the rough stone he caressed in the palm of his hand; an ancient power from ages past unearthed from the deep bowels of the earth from the crumbling’s of a mighty stone titan long dead. It was everywhere if they only choose to see. The magic spoke to him because he chose to listen and he almost understood what it is was saying…
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Chapter 1 – Reality Sets In
Calvin tasted the blood that trickled down to his upper lip which flowed from his nose. It had a sweet metallic taste. He liked the taste of his own blood. Calvin wasn’t a weird person don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t into to that kind of stuff. He just liked to sometimes pretend that he was Conan the Barbarian backed up against a wall, fighting an angry horde of ghoulish creatures hell bent on gutting him like a fish, and slowly eating his entrails as he watched. With sword in hand he would hack and slash, limbs would fly. He would be scratched all to hell and bleeding from a dozen different wounds and smiling insanely because this could be his last day alive so why not go out smiling like a true warrior would upon meeting his death well met in battle. Yeah, he liked to have his mind go to places like that rather than be anywhere than where he was right now. Continue reading The Fourth World – Chapter 1 – an Excerpt
The Stars
Oh short life, that I wish were longer, lift me up to the stars so that I may float among them and touch them with shy fingertips as I gradually get to know them all intimately like a father meeting his estranged child for the first time after eons of separation and forced expulsion. A lesson had to be learned before I could return to the stars….a lesson deep and longing …personal and reflective for each that finally find their final resting place to call home….
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 