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.
by Philip Wardlow June 1st, 2022
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.
She is my wife, my perfect heart.
Forever my Valentine.
By Philip Wardlow Feb 14th 2022
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
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!