Unprovoked


 

 

I had a kid once who came up to me when I was about 11yrs old,  and out of nowhere hit me across the jaw…. totally unprovoked…I didn’t know him at all and then he ran away.

I was stunned but I wasn’t mad…I instinctively knew there was something more to the story..

So I approached this kid cautiously and asked him why he hit me… Apparently this kid was new to the school and someone who looked a lot like me had bullied him really bad, and I think, took something from him earlier…

I told him I wasn’t that person and that you should go tell a teacher about it… he apologized and later his younger brother of all things was in the same class as me and we became friends.

I think he was scared, angry and lashing out… They had just moved from another city… they were at a strange school …didn’t have any friends… it was a more urban school (rougher) than they were used to and I think they were just trying to figure it all out…

I could have chosen to escalate the incident but I didn’t …and that means everything sometimes in life in regards to trying to relate and get along with your fellow man.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Contentment


Contentment, they say,
is synonymous with happiness,
satisfaction, fulfillment
and more;
more words of
peaceful denouement leading to seeming
roads of blissful ends.

Perhaps and perhaps not.
At the most I would pluck
“satisfaction” from that pile
of useless defining words that they
try to ascribe
to life
of whats and what nots.

Satisfaction at knowing
you tried your best,
and still failed at it all
in the end,
satisfaction that you don’t
give a damn to fight that
fight anymore
no matter how much they implore
that you should.

That you smile in satisfaction
at the day that greets you,
whether the weather
is bleak and cold
or
sunny and warm.
You appreciate the day
for just being the day
Here, now and forever
more.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Fuck ups


 

Men fuck up
Women fuck up
Fuck ups beget more
Fuck ups
Go ahead
Get on that bike and
Cycle through more
Fucking up
Skin a knee,
Break a heart raw
Cycle to you bleed out
all your fucking Up
Then
Find a hill and
Free fall
Legs out
Look ma, no hands
That ER visit gonna
look nice
You Fuck up.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton




Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

[Verse 1]
Used to spend my nights out in a barroom
Liquor was the only love I’d known
But you rescued me from reachin’ for the bottom
And brought me back from bein’ too far gone

[Chorus]
You’re as smooth… as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned, on your love all the time

[Verse 2]
I’ve looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle’s always dry
But when you poured out your heart I didn’t waste it
‘Cause there’s nothing like your love to get me high

[Chorus]
And you’re as smooth… as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned, on your love all the time

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
You’re as smooth… as Tennessee whiskey
You’re as sweet as strawberry wine
You’re as warm as a glass of brandy
And honey, I stay stoned, on your love all the time

[Outro]
You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey, Tennessee whiskey
You’re as smooth as Tennessee whiskey
Tennessee whiskey, Tennessee whiskey

Why don’t we


Why don’t we buy a house
and call it our home
Live in it til
we’re gray and old
and the toothless dog
can’t chew his bone.

Why don’t we just let go,
pour it all out,
the fears, worries, and woe
Flush the toilet
and watch the shit
spin away forever gone.
And if backs ups
we plunger that bitch
until it drains
away.

Why don’t we
stoke the fire,
pour a drink at the bar
pet the cat as it
curls up close.
and yes that was a
euphemism for sex
meaning, let’s get it on.

Why don’t we
trust in us.
In that wonderful thing called love,
know it’s forever
bought and sold
no returns
rip up the receipt,
the stores closed,
out of business,
torn down.

You are mine and I am
yours.
No take backs.
Sold.

By Philip Wardlow 2019

What Dreams may Come


 

One day I will know me,
where my dreams and fancies
meet my real reality,
where veils are lifted
and the stars cease
in their laughter
of me,
where seeming gods
big or small
give pause
and throw me a wink
and nod my way
as if to say,
you finally get
it son
you finally get
it, now move forward
and flourish.

by Philip Wardlow 2019

Hey Daddy by Usher


Hey Daddy

I just wanna get your attention
I really wanna be all up in your head
Cause when I got you’re gonna wanna get some yeah
But girl that’s only if you ain’t scared
And I won’t knock or ring no bells
You just poke that bottom up in the air
I’ll get you hot, I know you oh so well
And when I’m walk in, all that I wanna hear
Is you say Daddy’s home, Daddy’s home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this loving all your day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
And it’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
I ain’t gotta do a lot of flexin’
Shorty you already know what it is
And girl tonight we’re gonna do a lot of sexin’
Can’t nobody do your body like this oh
I won’t knock or ring no bells
You just float that bottom up in the air
Said I’ll get you hot, I know you oh so well
and when I walk in all that I wanna hear
Is you say Daddy’s home, home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this lovin’ all day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
It’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy (daddy know what you like)
Hey hey hey daddy
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
Poke it on out poke it out right there
I’m a fall back while you work that chair
Do that damn thing let the neighbors hear
Poke it on out poke it out right there
I’m a fall back let you work that chair
Do that damn thing all I wanna hear
Is you say Daddy’s home, home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this lovin’ all day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
It’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
Daddy’s home, home for me
And I know you’ve been waiting for this love in your day
You know your daddy’s home (daddy’s home)
It’s time to play (so it’s time to play)
So you ain’t got to give my loving away
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy (call me daddy babe)
So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy
Hey hey hey daddy
Hey daddy know what you like yeah

By Lyrics by Usher

She’s a Beauty


She’s a Beauty,
well of course she is,
that’s never been in doubt,
that red haired flaming fireball
of a woman
burned her initials into my
heart awhile ago,
Searing her mark way down
deep into
my soul.

She’s a Beauty,
sweet as can be.
a saucy strawberry in a bowl
of vanilla ice cream, a
a cool sugary lemonade on a hot
summers day.

She’s a Beauty,
mythic and magical
and lovely as Aphrodite, and
inviting as the Mona Lisa
in her playful smile when
she sees me
walk her way.

She’s a Beauty,
my best friend
to the end
my pal, my buddy, my companion
my lover, my go to confidant
for intimacy is the definition of us

And that Beauty is soon to be my lovely
wife.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

My Red


She often asks when I first knew I loved her.

I smile, because I know how she likes
to turn back to a memory of our love
from either just yesterday
or the very first day.

I tell her a different answer in a different way every time
for I find I discover myself and us in the asking.

There were a myriad of moments where
I fell in love (and still do) with her
and they always feel like the first time.

Kissing her passionately in a strong embrace.
Feeling the rhythm of her body as we dance
across the floor.
All her sweet affections for me in
caring about my well being.

Holding her tight why she cried in my arms
and then watching her sleep peacefully in them.

Delving the myriad of wonderful funny avenues her
mind takes in conversations over dinner.

Feeling special like no one else could when
she looks at me drinking me in, not wanting to
forget that scene of our lives and her filing it away
for future reflection.

It’s taking her to bed, and her trust me in the
taking of her, and sharing of all those intimate
precious secrets between just the two of us.

I knew I loved I her when she told me to just let
go and fall into what I was feeling and I didn’t
realize until that very moment I was allowed that
in my head and wanted it so badly to feel it
with her.

The moment when every minute, and hour and week
was filled with her in my head, and I didn’t want
to lose that feeling…it was everything.

My Red, I loved you from the start
whether I knew it or not.
I did.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

Tacos and Tequilas


Sometimes its tacos and salt rimmed tequilas,
movies and lonely couches,
cold beds and cats, tongue twister
and tying up,
a plethora of pleasures in the grab bag
of life
followed by a deluge
of desiccated numb bodies
dumped on your front lawn.

Sometimes its a magical arc of light
swinging in the breeze
by a delicate hand on a dark path

It’s sweet sugar on your lips
tongue licking,
as you slowly, reluctantly
back away from the most
wonderful kiss.

It’s a flurry of heavy punches
to the gut
tickling, because you have been there
before, and you can take it.
Can you not?

So you emit a raucous laugh
at the absurdity
that the day has wrought.
Jaded in your green dreams
you wake to breathe
in new air
to expel the stale.

Grab a Bagel and go out the
door
as you think of the
sweet sugar
that still lingers
on your lips
from the night
before.

By Philip Wardlow 2018

 

 

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