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The Everything and the Nothing


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










 





 

	

Why is Snow White the most beautiful?


 

No one is the MOST beautiful. Most and Beautiful do not go together except in the subjective sense. If you believe Snow White is the most beautiful, then she is…if I believe she not the most beautiful, then she is not. Maybe you like her voice and singing…I do not….maybe you like her fair skin and dark hair color, and I perhaps prefer a blonde with a tan. Maybe I prefer a girl with muscles who takes care of herself in a fight, and you prefer a damsel in distress. With no prejudices behind it , maybe I think Cinderella is prettier….Beauty in something is a personal thing with many layers at times ….preferences that speak to you. Even something “ugly” can be beautiful…simply because it speaks to YOU.

Simple as that.

by Philip Wardlow July 2020

Magical Maria


Do you know of magical Maria?
Some say she be
a sassy sprite with a  bit of a bite,
or perhaps a  nymph
wearing nary a stitch
frolicking and flitting
through the dark forest night,
just as nude as the moon
and as bright.

I was once told she be
a naughty gremlin who
causes all kind of ruckus
getting into much trouble
with no shame or blame
to share,
a real ne’er do well at times
mucking up more mystical
mischief than I ever did see
of anyone that could ever
be.

Ah, but the keenest of tales
say she is a fairy of much
renowned
A beauty of the rarest rare
with eyes of emeralds and
lips of the sweetest cherries
and red, red flowing hair
wrapping around a body soft
as a new born babe.

She rides a Unicorn some say
and if you are lucky enough
on a given day
you perchance may
just catch a glance
of the prettiest creature that
even rivaled the stars to
distraction.

If you be so lucky enough.

by Philip Wardlow 2018

La vie est belle (Life is Beautiful) Song by Indochine


Life is Beautiful

 

My banker thinks that I might need somebody to help me

Whereas, my shrink  says that I actually need somebody to love me

The passing time always leads us to face ourselves

If it’s not me, who’ll resolve my problems?

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

Mom sees me becoming an architect or a doctor

I work at the plant, my boss sees me as worth nothing

Dad told me ‘being a musician is not a job’

Let me close my eyes until tomorrow, at least

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

I’ve heard it, ‘you overcomplicate things’

Try to better see how much life is beautiful, open your arms

I told myself, ah, that life is beautiful

Maybe for you, who lives like you’re in a dream

Dressed in gold and silk

Ah, life is beautiful

Ah, life is beautiful

 

Lyrics and Song by Indochine

 

Landscapes of You


 

 

Landscape

Landscapes of You

 

As I rise at dawn

and look out upon this landscape

It’s got nothing on you babe.

The mountains can’t touch your heights which I climb

In the morning light and the fertile valley

below is where I’ll go to set up my campfire

and have a weeny roast every night.

Let me fall down hard against your snowy soft skin and make

snow angels with my tongue as I go deep in.

The rivers and streams that meander around me can’t

get any wetter than your bed as I lie at your shore .

Maybe I’ll take a swim in your deep lake and paddle

down to the waterfall where I hear it’s a gusher.

The pinks and reds that I bring out in your cheeks and lips

as you gyrate those hips below

stir the four winds to blow

me away off this wind swept peak

that I cling to with barely a fingertip.

I’ve packed lots of rations, trail mix, water and

peanut butter cups to keep my energy up.

My hike is not over by far, because I’ve got many trails to cover.

I can’t leave any one spot untouched or ignored,

The beauty of this mysterious place I call

paradise must be explored.

The smell of clover and dandelions pervade my senses

as I drink your sweet scent in.

The nearness of you is nature in its most erotic essence

bottled in the pores of

your skin.

 

By Philip Wardlow

Her – A poem


 

 

 

Her

 

Her ~

 

Her nature is fluid

a whisper

a scream

a jest

A consistent wanting

ever disguised.

How to cope with her?

Ha!

Now that is a trick question!

You do not cope.

You do not endure.

You do not wish.

Simply be,

like a kite in the wind

letting your tail be your anchor

as the breeze blows,

keeping you aloft.

Floating upon her currents.

You fly…

higher

and higher.

Never questioning

why

as you  just enjoy the ride.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

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by Philip Wardlow 2015