“What we do in life… echoes in eternity”
quote from the movie “The Gladiator”
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Vintage Dreams
Time,
a funny grain
that gets stuck
like a piece of
grit between
clenched teeth.
And spitting never helps, so purse
your lips
tightly.
Dreams,
A fickle fable
held in high esteem
as you tell the story
of a wonderful what-if
while the stars loftly
laugh at you in the dark ink blot above.
Grip the grass you lay upon
as the earth tilts just ever so.
Love,
Oh love,
Where for art thou?
Romeo was a fool to seek
a party where all the players
knew their part while all the
while Juliet had cotton stuffed
in her ears like a silly Teddy bear,
seeing only your pretty little
mouth move without a
sound.
By Philip Wardlow 2017
Star Trek Quotes as part of the Quote of Week
Since it’s the 50 year Anniversary of Star Trek, and I’m a big nerd at times, I thought I would share some quotes from their various shows and movies down through the years that stick out in my mind….:)
“Infinite diversity in infinite combinations.” Spock from Star Trek (from Vulcan Philosophy)
“Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather think that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we’ve lived. After all, Number One, we’re only mortal.” Cpt. Picard from Star Trek Next Generations.
“Things are only impossible until they are not.” Cpt Picard to Data
“After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all, as wanting. It is not logical, but is often true.” Spock (1967)
Space: The final frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship, Enterprise
Its 5 year mission
To explore strange new worlds
To seek out new life and new civilizations
To boldly go where no man has gone before
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
My Third Eye – A Poem
My Third Eye –
It’s been plucked.
Right out of my head.
There it is, pinched between
that raven’s beak.
It has been reclaimed it seems
since I never chose to use it.
An eye always closed.
grows dark and distant.
Best to give it to someone else.
Yet, I feel the pain of its
loss already
My mind, my spirit, my heart
has already dimmed.
I want it back.
I have learned my lesson.
I promise.
I will use it, give it back…
give it back,
please give it back.
I will use it
just give it back.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
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