“I don’t want her perfect in body, nor perfect in mind or her soul. I just want to meander through the wild that is her and have an adventure” by Philip W.
Nothing Spectacular – A poem
Nothing Spectacular~
She told me she was nothing spectacular
Not special
Hmm..
How could that be.
How Indeed.
For I see nothing but a little beautiful light
Shining
Soooooooooooo brightly
Yet, she takes her little hand
and dims down
down
down
down
Click…til its off.
I don’t mind clicking it back on.
CLICK
but it gets rather tiresome
I fucking need to steal that knob after
I have turned it back on
For she captivates
and draws everyone like a moth
to that little blue electric light
Bzz
Bzz
Ah you killed another one.
but they couldn’t handle your heat
SO
Move on…:)
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Art Auction coming up to support the Rhino
Hello friends, followers, do-gooders. I have a favor to ask of you.
Besides being a part-time writer I also wear another hat. That of Vice-President of Operations for Fight for Rhinos. That is a self-anointed title I had to apply to myself when signing on to the organization but one I take seriously. Its my wife who does the real back-breaking work in regards to research, blogging, networking, fundraising, and brain storming with other conservationist to help the endangered Rhino from going extinct on this planet and NEVER coming back.
Can you believe it, an animal that has been around for 60 Millions years…basically a living Fossil, may go extinct in less than 20 years all because its horn is valued more than that of gold.
I think its tragic…to me the possible extinction of the Rhino and I don’t say this lightly is a summation of man’s ignorance, apathy, pride and arrogance on this planet.
The earth is big, YES very big. But so is our egos to think we can’t hurt it irrevocably.
Now this is where my favor comes in. It’s actually a small favor.
We have organized an Online Art Auction Charity in support of helping out with various on the ground Projects for the Rhino. I am asking two things of you MY FOLLOWERS….:)
FIRST – GO CHECK IT OUT ….! Its starts June 1st for bidding, but you can check out the pieces right now. Right HERE .. Some are pretty cool and we still have more pieces from talented artists coming in to add to the collection. Some are high priced and some are low priced but all fairly priced for that artist’s work. There is even a piece of Art done by a Rhino….:)
SECOND – To garner interest in this Art Auction we are doing a Thunderclap campaign which is set to go BOOM on May 28th three days before June 1st before the auction to enable us to reach almost a million people or more about the event. Basically the Thunderclap works like this. You go to the site specifically for our event and click one of three social media sites you wish to broadcast our message through to your followers on that particular day. The three outlets are Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr or you can do all THREE! (each one counts separately) 
We have a goal of getting 250 people to sign up . RIGHT NOW we are at about 150 people…. We really need those other 100 people to make this work…..SO Please ( I am now on my knees) sign on to our THUNDERCLAP…it actually only takes a second to click it and is completely safe btw regarding security and privacy.
Thank you very much. I hope you take the time over this long weekend to help us out and the Rhino as well… 🙂
P.S I believe the Rhino is a Unicorn…a fat one but a Unicorn…:)
Beauty defined
Beauty Defined ~
If you were to ask me to define what beauty is, I would first pause in my thinking, lose focus to the world and go inward and remember all the instances that touched….held me…..affected me….or drew me in where I had no choice but to be in that moment with it.
I then would ask you the same question and for you to go inward as well.
Then I would ask you of all the instances you remember and I would tell you of mine. And we would share them.
Then in that instant another beautiful moment would be born.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
In a Dark Cave
In a Dark Cave
I see the unseen
knife twist in your gut.
It slices into me as well,
a pale shadow to yours,
but I feel it just the same.
If I could take it all I would,
to eliminate what you feel.
from sunrise to sunset.
I admire your strength,
I cry at times
I love it so.
Your torments deserve accolades but instead you
just get more of the same pain
day after day.
I wish I could name your enemy,
put form to the intangible,
call out your pain to the floor
and wrestle it into submission.
I dream of being a knight,
riding out to the field to slay the dragon
that breathes its fire into you
from afar.
I would cut off its head and stab it
through its evil heart.
But your pain is hidden,
in a dark cave it dwells deep.
I…
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That kind of beauty
That Kind of Beauty ~
She’s beautiful,
that fun kind of beauty.
The kind of beauty that drags you laughing by her side
Electric, a 9-volt battery to the tongue.
Blonde, brunette, or redhead who cares what fucking color
for she brings them all out in you.
How can you refuse
that kind of pulse
that finds your own.
That sync,
And sweet unsuspecting syncopation
to a spirit you desperately want
to get to know.
That kind of beauty
needs to be explored.
So stop.
Hear her heart
Shut out the noise
Take her hand.
and just let
her be.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
If I were to become
If I were to become a star
upon my death.
Let me shine bright
just for you.
On those cold winter nights
when the sky is clear
as glass.
Let my
warmth seep into you.
Feel me across
that dark distance
fill you with a bit
of me.
My energy will
always be bound
to you.
Always.
My writing wants me….
Roll the Dice
Roll the Dice ~
Dice,
Falling,
Gravity pulls
I threw them in the air,
now they must land somewhere.
On the table, they do a dance,
Rolling, tumbling, spinning,
so many combinations
could come.
No skill required at the outcome.
But my intent is everything.
For I picked up those dice
from that table
while all the rest just stared,
drink in hand,
in a perpetual daze.
Waiting.
Time slows, stretching out like taffy
pips tease then disappear
to taste a different future
as corners turn and angles
fly in a latticework of physics,
a mysterious inertial
balancing act.
In favor or against
In favor or against.
Fate, a whim or not?
Fate is a fickle bitch.
But I will get into
bed and roll with her in the sheets
anyway.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
No Boundaries
No Boundaries ~ 
I see no signs
upon you
stating no trespassing.
I see no limit
with which I may
take your body to.
No caution markers
or road flares are set inside of you
unless I put them there,
pushing them into any hole
deep, deep, deep.
No lines confine me as
meander all over the
road
Bouncing to and fro.
You will never know where I’ll be,
for no laws direct me.
You live in my land
under my hand
but there are no borders,
no restrictions to how far you may travel.
Show me a map and I’ll throw it away.
I like surprises,
I like the hidden places
those secret spaces
that most people drive
right on by.
Show me yours
my adored
and I will show you a world
without boundaries.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
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