We silly humans at times like to ascribe meaning to the planets & stars and the way they are set into the sky above us on a nightly basis in relation to our own daily lives. The stars and the planets must think us so silly, for they only wish to just be; to be born, to live and interact, and then to die same as us.
By Philip Wardlow July 15th , 2022
As she walked down the hall, every up and down turn of her hips mesmerized me more than a snake charmers dance with a cobra…
She was a petulant child trapped in a woman’s body with the insatiable appetite of a sexual succubus,
She confessed her desires, let me have all of her, then used me up, cast me aside, and then knocked on my door and asked for it again and I obliged her with a smile and let her in.
I would have come and danced with her in the rain but sometimes I liked to watch from afar and get lost in the beauty exploding from her smile.
Neither one of her two sides were her but both together made her who she was.
Her curves were beautiful, from hip to lip, from breasts to almond eyes, She took delight in letting me help her with all her secret sins that her mind meandered to.
Even the want of death is life because its a feeling. Hold on to life through that feeling and claw your way out of your loose soiled grave dear girl.
When ever she bent over or reached up for something upon a shelf, did she know how absolutely enticing her body looked when she did it? I’m thinking she did…
Violence never solved anything but it sure did look sexy on her in that moment in bed…
When she leaned her face first against the wall wearing that silk dress knowing I knew she was not wearing anything beneath, the invitation was too much to bear.
She was a magnet to me the first time I laid eyes upon her and she has been every day since.
The sex was going great until the pills wore off
and the world spun out irate.
I had only just started really getting into her when it was
suddenly all done.
Disappointed?
Fuck Yeah, Life Be Trippin' like that...
Why can't it be like when I was six, just
daydreaming and having fun.
Forts, bicycling, and ice cream under a
frantic delicious daze of days in the sun.
Nowhere and everywhere at once I was.
Life be trippin' now boy.
I've never been the same since that
feeling of being six.
After that was when the world
stopped making sense.
Everybody a problem, and every problem
of theirs belonging to you.
Yeah, life be trippin' deep. and I'm drowning,
Drowning in this life that keeps coming, and flowing
and washing over me.
Feet grounded,
because I have forgot how to
fly.
By Philip Wardlow June 1st 2022
Ah melancholy you, melancholy me.
Twins of pains throughout our separate travels
in lands and time blown away by great
distances and choices right or wrongly
made.
You clutch dearly to your past like a child does a doll
all tattered and torn since received from her inception
from the womb that bore here into this world.
Myself in that journey I took. and of which
I am still on, I fumble in my pockets, fiddling with the
loose change of memories I have always kept close
and collected throughout time.
Both predilections in the way we cope in our
own entanglements are either
a solace, a penance, a nuisance, or
constant curse.
Why not us both seek a new habit?
You throw down your doll
I shall let my change fall
through my fingers as I grab
your hands tight in mine
and continue
our travels
together.
by Philip Wardlow March 29th, 2022
To and fro we go in life and all its pains collected along the way.
In the beginning, a Tango, feet sliding down the floor,
full of exuberant steps of youth with a crazy devil may care.
Never tiring, head up, steps sure even if we fuck up
with every other step made.
We are in motion, forward or back ,we are in motion
and that is everything to the youthful
whether in body or the heart
it is everything.
By Philip Wardlow March 21, 2022
She loves me without question. Adores me in the fullest. Leaves me wondering what she sees in little old me.
This sweet, wonderfully funny, bombastically beauty of a woman with her chameleon like gorgeous sexy, flourishing soul that beguiles me from her red hair to her dainty toes, from an arc of an eyebrow to the sway of her luscious hips in play, she always seems to get her way with every delicious day I find myself with her.
I have the clover, the horseshoe, the rabbit’s foot, and shooting star all wrapped up in her.
She’s my lucky charm I hold tight to, that magic that I delight to.
If I were to suddenly evanesce, to flee, to disappear,
to run fast and headlong into the bright nothingness of the night,
what ruin would find my absence?
Would their be sick wailing siren calls of the once was
reaching my soul's ears
through the
nothingness of me?
I hope not. Not Wailing over me.... a tear or two will do, followed
quickly with a laugh.
But I do not wish to know the old world anymore after I am gone.
Why dry up and go, if to only to still receive drops of the
once-was in a teacup, to simply drink bitterly
of.
Remember me or don't, for I will not care as
I lie afloat amongst the stars, dreaming of new
things, new worlds, new excursions to catapult
a frayed mind to healing, to repair a ripped soul
torn asunder.
Cry and smile in the same instant is
all I ask of you if you do remember, for I
liked to be missed in both respects.
So I guess I do care a little at that.
I believe in everything and nothing in this Universe and I
would miss both aspects were I to finally fall into the
abyss of what-not and possibly nothings.
I enjoy the Everything of people healing of the
cuts they give themselves and get, and its wondrously satisfying
to partake in living in that magical epiphany
of them
I do not enjoy the Nothing, in the sense that
they will continually scratch the scabs to bleeding
every so often and there is no mop big enough,
nor pail of water full enough
to ever fully clean it all up.
I am tired of slipping in their blood.
The Everything of them is wonderful
buy sometimes the Nothing of them
becomes all too much.
By Philip Wardlow Dec, 2021