Swing Swing Bun
do your thang
see the sky
greeting
Your floppy ears
and your
cottony bunny
derriere
You don’t care
you don’t give a
flying fuckity fuck
as you soar through the air
letting the luck of your
life
good or bad
Fling you into probabilities
and possibilities!
Bring it on! You say.
So you pump and you pump
your little bunny legs
causing the swing
to reach ever higher
and higher
Climb Climb
climbing…
by Philip Wardlow 2017
I feel the husk of its dead shell
rubbing against my innards.
Grating,
poking
No piece of it breathes
yet it prods.
Reminding me it’s always
there.
Just sitting.
Drained and desiccated,
where once
it was full
to overflowing,
now nothing
but decay
absence
a void filled
only with
black matter.
A negative life if you will
The blackest of
black
Gouge out my eyes, then tape them
over times ten and
throw me in a capped well
type of black.
Something has died
in me
And I don’t know what.
But I want it back.
Alive.
So I go in search.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.” Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
I have to feel light over you
Do I have any other choice?
No
The HEAVY would be a killer
so I go light
Like a breeze at night
flitting through the trees
Kissing
me
ever
so.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
Don’t listen what your girlfriend says
She reads those magazines
That say you failed the test
You don’t have what she needs
I slither like a viper
And get you by the neck
I know a thousand ways
To help you forget about her
That bitch can eat her heart out
Love bites but so do I, so do I
Love bites but so do I, so do I
(Love bites)
My lips are pale and vicious
You’re foamin’ at the mouth
You’ve suffered in the darkness
I’ll suck the pain right out
So come and taste the reason
I’m nothin’ like the rest
I’ll kiss you in a way
You’ll never forget about me
That chick can eat her heart out
Love bites but so do I, so do I
Love bites but so do I, so do I, so do I
It checks you in and kicks you down
And chews you up and spits you out
It messes with your sanity
By twisting all your thoughts around
They say it’s blind, they say it waits
But every time it seals your fate
Now it’s got you by the balls
It won’t let go until you fall
I was down and out, got up
I said, “Hey love, I’ve had enough”
I’ve felt pleasure without pain
My soul you’ll never tame
Love bites but so do I
Love bites but so do I, so do I
Love bites but so do I, so do I, so do I
(Love bites) But so do I, so do I
Love bites, love bites
by the band Halestorm
She flits
amongst the tangled
night in dreams
that I have not known
Yet the desire is
there to partake
of the darkness
that abounds and
surrounds from within her
Mingle me in your madness
Tangle me in your limbs
crawling across your skin
With my warm lips
against cold body
gradually gaining heat
the more you encompass
me.
Your disguise is my own
you think you wear
unbeknownst.
I know.
Mystery girl,
still a sad
forlon whistling tune
hanging in the wind,
a shadow dimly cast by
a light trapped in a closet
from a future not promised
nor sure
she sits tap, tap, tapping
her index finger
on a desk that hardly
ever saw a word written
upon it.
I listen for
her echo
Deep, hallow,
beautiful
wanting.
I listen for it
in the night
as she flits and flutters
in the dark.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
Take a look at the Art Auction that’s starts today Monday, August 28th at 10am E.T. for a great cause. This auction goes on through Next Monday Sept 4th so you have lots of time to look over any pieces that catch your eye to bid on!
Go to the site that is hosting this great event for Fight For Rhinos called Bidding Owl. They have hosted this event before two years with other great pieces for this same Non-Profit.
Please take a little time out of your busy day and have a look. Also, if you know someone that is interested as well in art or overall likes contributing to a worthy cause, please share this post or link to the auction site.
Even if you don’t see a piece you might like to buy you also may donate any amount you see fit from $1 to Million ! 🙂 It ALL counts in the end…. a little or a lot goes a long way!
Thanks guys!
I Am…
I am a rogue, a scoundrel, flirtatious and a smart ass like Han and Lando.
Have been since I was eight
its my nature
sorry…not sorry
I give grins
Sexual Innuendo
But with a sincere affection
Behind it all
I will give you an ear
a hug
advice
and not always what
you want to hear
But I’m real
No bullshit
But just don’t catch
me drunk
then I can’t be trusted
I see beauty every where
And try to hold it tight
But it often flies away.
But it comes back in
One form or another.
I am mischievous
A dork
Passionate
Love sex and do it well…:)
Also love the value of sexiness
Because life is meant to be
brash and fun
As serious shit abounds
I apologize way too much
to myself
for actions I have
Yet to perform
I am a work in progress
at times too slowly.
But I’m learning.
My way works for
Me
For I am me and that’s
what I will continue to
Be.
“Pull, pull, pull the strings of my heart,” she said, “just you pull off these clothes that seem to be in the way between you and me, and I will gladly give you what you pretend to see.”
In your ear, I shall whisper, “Dear, dear, dear , my love knows no bounds, for a dalliance with you is truly profound, well except until the morn. Then it’s on to that cute blonde. You know the one you yourself were with just last week down the street.”
Ah summer,
A fickle thing, a merry thing, a melancholy sad thing
tis almost like that hot beach breeze that whipped on
by as I licked vanilla ice cream off your thighs
It all mingling in my mouth as a gritty sweetness.
You laughed then, telling me that was a ticklish spot
I have since learned of more places upon your
skin where my tongue likes to wander about
and cause you to laugh along with other
sounds…
My grin always matched your grin
as the twinkle in my eyes mirrored yours
in return.
Partners in the clandestine
hand in hand
with a twist of the knob
we entered
into that waiting bedroom
in sweet anticipation
always knowing in
our minds
our mischievous summer
soon would end.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
How do you tell if you
are broken into
a million pieces?
And how do you tell when
you are whole?
I’ve cut myself
a hundred times
with the sharp edges
of my many pieces
as I slipped in my
own blood,
slick upon the floor
I have beat the walls
with fists used to
the abuse and the
comforting pain that comes
But there is a time when
the pain lends no comfort
and there is a time
when the tears falling
give no relief
It all just reminds you
how truly broken
you just might be.
I want to linger in you.
Caress the what-if of
our potential even if it’s
fleeting.
See some of the fallen pieces
In your eyes and pick them up
One by one
Knowing I will never be whole
and that’s okay
not to be.
by Philip Wardlow 2017
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she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Health, Reflection, and Poetry for the Journey of 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
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Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 