Stupid Extinction Question on Quora

July 27, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Humanity is on the verge of Extinction, and the only hope is to go to an alternate Earth where species/races of fiction, fantasy, horror have been brought to life and now roam free. Would you be willing to take the first big step for mankind?

Why go from shit planet to another. If I am going to do all that I would rather go be a Hermit on the Moon or Mars away from most of the people that probably caused the extinction anyways.

Btw we ARE on the verge of Extinction right now but most of us are too buried in our phones to care to see it. Or if we do see it we don’t care, or we feel we don’t have the power to change the world enough to make a difference so why try at all.

Most people ridicule people who act like Chicken Little, yelling and saying the sky is falling even when the overflooded rivers are constantly licking at their back doors, or worse yet , filling their homes up to the brim, or when Hurricanes or Tornadoes increasingly level whole neighborhoods, or their house is lost to a mudslide, or a wildfire , or reclaimed by the rising ocean. or parts of the West simply turn into vast swathes of deserts, or when every fish is fished out of the sea, or contaminated to the point you don’t want to eat it. (lots of “or” there)

Extinction is right in front of us….it’s not a giant meteor that kills us in 1 minute, 1 week, or 1 month….it’s the slow CURRENT march of apathy and willful ignorance that gets us to that and there will be no life saving planet scenario to depend on to get us out of it because we will not have prepared ourselves as a species to take it. Have a good day… 🙂

By Philip Wardlow July 27, 2022

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Life – Quote of the Month

July 20, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

“Life is never what you expect even though you probably expect a lot”
by Philip Wardlow July , 2022

Inquiring Minds

Idle thoughts of the Universe

July 15, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work, The EROTIC ZONE

Encounters with women

June 1, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Six masterpieces Titian painted for Philip II of Spain have been reunited for the first time since the 16th century - Washington Post

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Life Be Trippin’

June 1, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

My loose change

March 29, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Dance

March 21, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

My Perfect Heart

February 14, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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

Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

A little nonsense

January 10, 2022 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

The Everything and the Nothing

December 17, 2021 Philip Wardlow Leave a comment

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

Ain't no rest for the Wicked – Philip Wardlow – The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets..

Stupid Extinction Question on Quora

Life – Quote of the Month

Idle thoughts of the Universe

Encounters with women

Life Be Trippin’

My loose change

The Dance

My Perfect Heart

A little nonsense

The Everything and the Nothing

Don't let the mystery of you go unknown

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