Everything she told me, has a price.
What of all the good Samaritans just passing by?
Must all good deeds be punished.
Egos bruised and pushed aside
A soul flying high gets its wings clipped by
the pruning shears of applied prejudice
of the past when flying too close to the sun
simply because they relished the heat.
Impartial beautiful Moon pulls the tides
waning and waxing all the
events in your life
Perhaps the Moon has a callous cold side
that it always hide?
A Jekyll and Hyde
I’m always waiting for that shoe to drop
when the game of love
comes to call and
places the dice carefully upon the table
Asking me if I’ll have
By Philip Wardlow 2018
What’s the result of it all,
these games we play
these little lies
to any and all
in the day.
and the ones we
don’t want forced
What’s the result of it all?
A loneliness that doesn’t have
An incompleteness swathed
Is it best not to think on it?
Go about your day
boy or girl.
You think too much.
take them and run
I have always
been too melancholy
and a funny fool.
Guess that’s my
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Life is about dodging and jumping…..jabbing and grabbing….lip smacking that delicious girl that twinkles an eye your way…
So don’t stay complacent…get in the game…let it be fun….that run…that breath you take….that adrenaline which courses….that
chance you throw to the wind….as you try to fly like other men.
I remember moving into our new house and there were curtains hanging over the front living room windows when we walked in. My mom opened them up to let in more light into the room and two bats came flying out…it scared the shit out of my mom…but I thought it was the coolest thing…I was about four or five years old.
So fellow followers or readers of my great blog what is YOUR earliest memory. Please please please let me peak into your mind just a little….:)