Rise, Rise, Rise
Die, Die, Die
Oh why, why, why
do we Die, Die, Die
Snuffed.
All wicks have an eventual
end
All doors open
letting a cool breeze in
To flutter, to shake,
our souls
to extinguish
on a whim.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Rise, Rise, Rise
Die, Die, Die
Oh why, why, why
do we Die, Die, Die
Snuffed.
All wicks have an eventual
end
All doors open
letting a cool breeze in
To flutter, to shake,
our souls
to extinguish
on a whim.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
undone in spectacle
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • 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
weird alien 👽
undone in spectacle
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • 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
weird alien 👽
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 