Balancing
Tag Archives: life
Forging
I'm forging ahead into the far flung
burning like an ember running down a shadowed
trail just past the witching hour.
Stars peak at me through the trees
as I traverse, curious at my passage whispering
amongst themselves at where I might be going.
I would like to know as well, for it's always been
a mystery to me, I forge, and I forge, and I forge
always wondering where my beautiful
failures and successes
will take me.
by Philip Wardlow June 2023
Going Home
It's mid-Spring and I'm going home today. The cool air bites a little this April but the sun flits teasingly through the trees as I walk up to her, my home, and I feel unbelievingly warm inside. She will be my resting place, my abode, my shelter she will be there to greet me with a loving smile and inviting arms and I will embrace her wholeheartedly. For a while, I had been wandering on the shadowed trails of life, but the place in her called to me like a deep forest magic compelling and pulling, no force on earth could alter my new path that my feet found once they knew where to look for her. I knocked upon her door, she opened it and grinned that silly grin and I asked if I could stay forever more She nodded and laughed, happy as a soul could ever be. And I have never stopped loving the home which I found in her. by Philp Wardlow June, 12th , 2023 (but really April 20th, 2018)
THE EYE
Step into the EYE... walk into the unknowing. What are 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 into the EYE.
So step, take my, let us both see what's on the other side together.
by Philip Wardlow June 7th, 2023
Off to work I go
Our Energies
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 Mucky Muck
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
The Balance of Chaos
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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
Uncanny Thing a Dream
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
Claimed by Cupid, a Dark Turn
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
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 