Step into the EYE... walk into the unknowing. What are of you afraid of? Delve...delve...delve deep. Fear is a weighed response to a possible biased outcome of your own forging, fear not that future, for it could unfold into a thousand other delightful experiences. You will never know though unless you step in the EYE. So step, take my hand and let us both see what's on the other side together. by Philip Wardlow June 7th, 2023
She is nestled here amongst me, our energies intertwined exchanging soft electricity, nuzzling. A quiet moment created where space and time slows, juxtaposed with love and longing amid fears and frailties that are forever timeless. She shouldn't have to wonder, nor should she ever worry in regards to if we are forever. But she does, oh she does, soft and hard she does. I hold her all the tighter so she knows my energy is all hers, pure and bright as the noon day sun and just as comforting and warm. By Philip Wardlow May 10th, 2023
The day’s
doldrums drone
on from dawn until
dusk and the mucky muck
lurks.
An insidious thing
the mucky muck,
pulling life out,
removing all
motivation for movement
as the spirit tries to escape
a maze never seemingly meant
to be solved.
With a thrum, thrum
insistence to be heard, the mucky muck lurks
skulking deep,
latched on like a
fat tick needing
to be pulled out,
cut out, or burned!
Mucky muck leave me be
For I swear, with
sword in hand
I will cut thee
And I will see you bleed, bleed, bleed
even ever as my blood
leaves me, running in rivulets
down and dripping off
the cufflinks of my sleeves
You then mucky muck will finally surely
be free of me.
by Philip Wardlow March 27th, 2023
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Give the Jester a hand
for he has worked hard to get to this day.
That Jester’s smile just may be painted on.
or he may be neither sad, nor happy, but
somewhere in the middle of the two
Somewhere in the show, the balls become difficult to throw
Up and up and up. More and more … Plop!
Ah, no worries, he’ll make it all up to you tonight
by giving the entire audience a rose and a sweet
piece of chocolate.
By Philip Wardlow March 23rd, 2023
Slumber comes for us all and dreams accompany with portents to perturb or pleasures to unfurl and enthrall Desires beg to be consumed just as fears wish to ruin the world inside, convincing us our contentment is a mere illusion. A wrinkle of doubt forms a shackle. Guilt a weight to drag us deep deep into the ocean But this ain't no cruise Cuz we're paddling always paddling As we scramble for the cork To plug that leak. while the sun shines shines and the storms creep creep. by Philip Wardlow March 22nd, 2023
Do you believe to escape me oh beautieous one ?
You who seeks to think she can choose her own way.
My arrows fly faster than you could ever run think to run
Hide you say?
Escape from love’s sharp arrow is but a myth, whether it be unrequited, thrust upon, stumbled into, taken, or laid in siege, so shall you feel it’s thudding sting into you deep and anchored in full.
My arrows when flung seek only but the beat of the heart, so as long you shall live so shall it find you whether on the highest sunlit peak or the dankest deepest hole in the bowels of this dark earth.
I find you a prize worthy only unto me. You shall have no other I have decreed. Long have I sought such a consort for eons, for I have dwelt in perpetual solitude allowed only to offer love to the ingratitude of others
To be cursed and denied it my entire life is cruelty alongside the cruel.
I am done with all that.
So fly oh arrow, fly true.
Seek her heart, seek, seek, seek
Find my true love
For there is no where for her to run.
By Philip Wardlow February 10th, 2023
The lot of this world are mere cavemen, still fresh and immature in thought and nature from the hole they crawled out of…
Squirrelly in action, violently trying to get that nut, not knowing why the compulsion drives them, while many others sit on the beach sunning themselves as the tsunami(s) roll ashore, smiling as their children make sand castles in the grand shadows of the approaching waves.
Which do you prefer to be? The Adored or the Smitten? Why, as the Adored must come all the rewards, Eyes upon you, an audience numbering from one to one million. Hell even the right one can pour it on thicker in one mere moment than a million. How can you lose. How can you not see all the pleasure that brings? As the Adored are you ever bored? The Smitten have always outnumbered the Adored. They keep coming and coming and coming. Literally they may be coming. But in all seriousness, let's just hope they don't knock upon your door as they can get quite obsessive I have heard. Gift upon gift, upon gift, just to catch a peek perhaps to see, if what they they sent fits. It does, Oh , it's divine! Oh, by the way I also like the white one. But the Smitten, oh the Smitten, they have their dreams manifested in flesh, and a smile, and words that are just for them. Oh, the attention....it's everything. To be seen, to know you affect their life in that one small moment To possess the power to push it up or down. They are allowed to live within the life of the Adored, sitting at the edge of them, just a hair's width away from their every movement. Keep those compliments coming though, never wary for the Adored do get bored as do the Smitten. It's a transaction, a give and take. A take and give. Did you think you were Special? You the Adored, do you think you are truly treasured? You the Smitten are you truly charmed? Do you think you see them as they truly are? If in this life we flow from Give and Take what is ever truly real, what is ever truly fake if all our dealings are ever based upon the transaction? by Philip Wardlow, August 31st 2022
Humanity is on the verge of Extinction, and the only hope is to go to an alternate Earth where species/races of fiction, fantasy, horror have been brought to life and now roam free. Would you be willing to take the first big step for mankind?
Why go from shit planet to another. If I am going to do all that I would rather go be a Hermit on the Moon or Mars away from most of the people that probably caused the extinction anyways.
Btw we ARE on the verge of Extinction right now but most of us are too buried in our phones to care to see it. Or if we do see it we don’t care, or we feel we don’t have the power to change the world enough to make a difference so why try at all.
Most people ridicule people who act like Chicken Little, yelling and saying the sky is falling even when the overflooded rivers are constantly licking at their back doors, or worse yet , filling their homes up to the brim, or when Hurricanes or Tornadoes increasingly level whole neighborhoods, or their house is lost to a mudslide, or a wildfire , or reclaimed by the rising ocean. or parts of the West simply turn into vast swathes of deserts, or when every fish is fished out of the sea, or contaminated to the point you don’t want to eat it. (lots of “or” there)
Extinction is right in front of us….it’s not a giant meteor that kills us in 1 minute, 1 week, or 1 month….it’s the slow CURRENT march of apathy and willful ignorance that gets us to that and there will be no life saving planet scenario to depend on to get us out of it because we will not have prepared ourselves as a species to take it. Have a good day… 🙂
By Philip Wardlow July 27, 2022
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Wellness • Poetry • 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, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
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