It’s Complicated –
Sink or swim.
Hundred pound of feathers,
or a hundred pounds of lead?
Doggy paddle or breast stroke?
Doesn’t fucking matter, she says
My daddies got a motor boat.
I just smile and flick my ashes
in her drink,
and keep on walking.
You see it’s complicated,
this you and me thing.
My chemistry is mangled compared to
yours and there is no untangling
such a goddam chore
of a life you take
for granted.
You don’t see.
For me, it’s complicated,
like chess, or Risk
It’s far from fucking checkers
dear.
A game, is a game, is a game
and it could be fun,
This you and me.
It’s complicated.
For every game big or small
has got its rules but sadly
you never learned to read.
By Philip Wardlow 2014
See Her –
She sits in silent reflection
staring out a window she can’t see through,
wondering at the days of
misfortune the world has heaped upon her.
“I am pretty aren’t I”, she asks
Her hips have just the right amount of flare,
Her breasts are well rounded,
her eyes are deep and mysterious as the night
is long.
She can turn a phrase and engage in interesting conversation
just as well as the next.
So why, why, why…
Does “that guy” not see her.
Find interest,
or get her.
Perhaps she dwells too much in the shadows
they cast and not in her own
light.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
“I’ll be the boat at night sitting off shore and you can be the lighthouse…unless its’ your turn to take the boat out tonight.”
by Philip Wardlow
My Heart and the Alien –
I have a four chambered heart much like most everyone else,
I am a nerd in one heart,
a romantic in the next,
a perv in the third,
a dreamer in the last.
I am fading into your moody blue alien eyes.
as the cold night embraces an already
cold day.
All the chambers of my heart smile
back at you.
And beat with an unnatural warmth not
found on this earth.
You don’t belong here on this world,
and you are soon to leave.
Forever.
For that reason alone, I wish the
the sections of my heart would quiet itself
Each beat in quarter time to a tune
I do not recognize anymore since your
presence came to town.
Please leave soon on the next
spaceship out.
My heart is at war
and may soon burn it
self up.
Take to the stars, and then
and only then, can
my heart look to
them without doubt.
by Philip Wardlow 2014
Allowing ourselves to let love in, is the hardest thing in life to do.
The ease with which I do some things may be in turn a struggle for others,
so perhaps its a selective struggle I live for the obstacles I choose to face.
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Interactions and acceptance between people is tough,
its because there are so many pedestals set at different levels
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We are somebody’s fool ,even if we are our own…
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I am a realist who is pessimistically optimistic about the future of human potential.,
with that said …we might be fucked but I hope not
Death appreciates life , just as life appreciates death.
Both are impartial to the other.
A cold touch caresses the
beauty which flits to and fro
with seemingly
chaotic intention.
How are we are to interpret the horrors of this vitality
when we ourselves are trapped in a purgatory
of our own design?
Perhaps a small light
shall lead the way for each of us
in our final hours as we lay
in our deep dark
grave.
By Philip Wardlow
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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
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Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 