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He’ll be Okay

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He’s got everything
that guy
Girls say he looks fine, fine, fine
They just can’t wait to get in line
just to say hi

So why, why oh why, does the world spin in the opposite direction
he’s facing, always pulling him back
to the starting line in his mind.

He’s got a job all would envy, a
loving cat that greets him when he gets back, Home

Where he’s all alone and the only warm spot in bed is where his cat lays at.

But he’ll be okay, he’ll be okay
Cuz everybody thinks so, cuz everybody always did.

He’ll give you a smile, tell you a joke, and give you a wink all the while there is something simmering down deep inside.

That even he cant seem to know he needs to seek to try and fix,
Probably cuz the world always needing a nudge and a fix, a flip of the switch, set to puree, to smooth out all the shitty parts.

Ah, but he’s a work of art, that body, that mind, that killer cute smile and he’s so nice

He’ll be okay, just you see, he’ll be okay…

By Philip Wardlow July 17th, 2025

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The Raven Prince Flies

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I call myself the Raven Prince, for I am dark, intelligent and wise, and playful to a fault, shy enough to not trust enough until an allotted time of my choosing and even then I am on my guard of you.
A Raven is a solitary creatures at times
unlike the Crow with a clan perhaps
numbering in the tens to a hundred strong.
Me, I am no Crow.
I am but a lonely Raven with only a few raven friends
who find me.
A Lonely life, for even the other ravens do not truly know me
Not for any of the ways I find I need them to.
So I am a lonely Raven even when amongst them
Yet, I fly…
because it easy, it’s effortless
to find distraction in the heights,
to see all the beauty laid out below me
waiting to be discovered just by me
and only me internally.
I am the Prince of Ravens you see.,
isolated, above the others, not by choice
but simply because my place is not
amongst them,
Why?
I could wonder why until I have died
and still not know the reason why.
I have always felt it though since a child.
It just is.
So I fly to distract
Ever higher, ever lower….
wherever I choose.
I will choose it
because I am the Raven Prince

by Philip Wardlow Dec, 2024

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The Everything and the Nothing

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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










 





 

	

	
	




	
	

				

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Skin Hunger

		

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If you had told me I would have

yearned for a simple handshake,

months from now,

I would have scoffed at such a silly notion.


If you would had said a hug from

a loved one was a distant memory

and that only through dreaming in bed

at night could such an implausible embrace happen,

I would have laughed in your face.


No light touches, no manly shoulder to shoulder hugs,

no holding hands, no fist bumps,

no incidental brushing of skin against

skin in the everyday going on

of life.

None of that.


I am bereft and unaware of the warmth

or coldness of a cheek or simple palms of another,

stolen is the smile behind

a mask that might have touched my soul

as they looked my way in the incidental

happenings of a mere

day.


There is a gnawing

Deep

A pang

Inside

Screaming

A hunger

threatening to consume

To feel

To know

the innocent

intimate

touch

of another.


by Philip Wardlow, May 12th, 2020

	

	
	




	
	

				

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Plants need watering

		

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The flower sits on the table, withering,

it looks tired now. Slumped.

Sad.

Dead dry leaves litter the ground

around it.

Perhaps not watered enough, perhaps

drowned with rotted roots

Perhaps too much sun as it

sat in a hot room,

or were the shades drawn too tight

not allowing enough light?

Choked off in some way

it was, to look so.

Either way it was neglected.

Best just to throw

it way now.


by Philip Wardlow 2019

	

	
	




	
	

				

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Outside the Something

		

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7.7 Billion

and counting

Of them all,

tell me,

am I Outside or

in?

Cuz, I feel like

something’s wrong

when the Outside

feels like my home

when the Something got their groups

cliques, committees, each

of them knowing the others

favorite songs.

Something to call theirs

and theirs alone.

Right or wrong

they got theirs

and theirs are,

mad strong

numbering in

the thousands, hundreds, tens

I’m not even looking for all

that

hell I’ll take just three

like minded souls

similar to me

I am betting nothing

can beat such intimacy

but I’m

Outside the Something

and it

feels fucking

lonely.


by Philip Wardlow 2019

	

	
	




	
	

				

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Tacos and Tequilas

		

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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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Reaching Her

		

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Some days are often dreams

she wakes from,

half remembered.

Perhaps best

forgotten.

Tears are given,

gravity catching,

taken by a lover far below

the sheer cliff she sits.

He climbs to her,

tears clutched tight

Ever ascending

Slow, ponderously,

Inch

by

Inch

By

Inch

He is a patient man

looking up,

giving her a full

loving smile

There is no other

place he’d rather be

For the view is

spectacular below

and above

to the girl

he’s trying to

reach.


By Philip Wardlow


 


 

	

	
	




	
	

				

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Lost One

		

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I’m a melancholy mind

floating in forgotten winds

never fully

free of the damaged

parts that float around,

hard to catch,

hard to see unless

you look deep into me

I want you to, yet

I fear you are too distracted

and I cant blame you

for who you are but

I need you to see.

No one has really

ever found it but

I want you to.

I fear you cant.

The beautiful kid

that is still lost

and needs to find the way back

To run, to laugh,

With a new heart in hand

But this sun is

Blinding

And home is only

a made up memory

that already set




By Philip Wardlow 2018