Life – A quote by Lorrie Moore
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Being Vulnerable C.S Lewis’s take on the subject
Mr. Heavy
It can compress;
this day
on temples, on back, and mind.
Tons and tons and tons
I feel it all the time, this gravity
like a thousand suns.
It rips, it pulls, it pushes, it smashes
This day in ruins.
And you cannot explain it away.
Why?
Why this heavy thing?
Where did it come from?
Why did the lightness simply go away
where once it resided.
Filled up like a helium balloon.
Now a lead thing sinks
into sands.
And no strong hands
could pull such a mass
free of Earth’s cold grasp.
Oh why, oh why Mr. Heavy do you bother?
Leave, just leave
and find another.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
For the wasps to feast by Candice Louisa Daquin
Three hours unflinching on eiderdown turning cream pages sound of cat lifting window screen bending back in yogic form escaping house in black and white yawn to hunt the marigold colored birds maki…
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Tenacity
Mirage in You
What shall I say of the mirage in you.
Bright eyes, delicate soul,
with tenacious heart
beating,
Blood running, spilling.
(or was it alligator tears)
It wasn’t until I slipped, did I finally
read the sign, “Be careful, wet floor.”
You think too much of yourself
and not nearly enough
All IN or ALL OUT.
Absolutes seem to be your trademark.
You are perfection.
You are lovely.
You are alone.
And you like it like that. ( no you don’t)
Mirages are only real to the person
observing, not the mirage itself.
It knows its not real.
Then you
suddenly
disappeared.
by Philip Wardlow 2016
My Beautiful Dead Girl
Haunted eyes
wrapped in misery.
You are already dead,
so why should you feel pain?
Pain is your purgatory
little girl, a grand gift
from scales that can never
be balanced in your favor.
Haunted eyes they may be,
but I see defiance, strength,
lingering deep, always
ready to rise to the surface.
Never did death look so beautiful
A perfection in form chiseled
from stone beaten up and torn
down by the elements.
You wear your cloak well,
dark and tear stained, wrapped
tight around a body that
still flies free.
You are my beautiful dead girl.
with cold hands clenching tight around
a warm heart
that beats just for you.
by Philip Wardlow
Quote of the Day Being Vulnerable
The waves for the trees
The seas can be tumultuous at times,
unforgiving, relentless, a downright belligerent bastard.
So ride and revel in the stormy waves
Let the skies threaten and yell,
flash and complain, like the devil thrashing in hell.
Give him a smile, a wink, and a fuck you, and tell
him, “You know what you can do!”
Then go down, down, down
Letting the deep in all it’s darkness
console you in it’s mystery,
comforting, cajoling, ever
unfolding in its complexities.
Find peace in the quiet deep.
Tempests may knock on yonder door
while the slow rolling lies just below
while abed you rest, upon a pillow of
seaweed amidst strange trees.
“Knock, knock,” says the sky above
“Go away!” you say.
“There will be time enough for you in the bright light of day!”
by Philip Wardlow 2016
Quote of the Day from Mr. Nobody movie
“Each of these lives is the right one! Every path is the right path. Everything could have been anything else and it would have just as much meaning”
by Nemo ( actor Jared Leto) from the movie Mr.Nobody
