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… 🙂
The sex was going great until the pills wore off
and the world spun out irate.
I had only just started really getting into her when it was
suddenly all done.
Disappointed?
Fuck Yeah, Life Be Trippin' like that...
Why can't it be like when I was six, just
daydreaming and having fun.
Forts, bicycling, and ice cream under a
frantic delicious daze of days in the sun.
Nowhere and everywhere at once I was.
Life be trippin' now boy.
I've never been the same since that
feeling of being six.
After that was when the world
stopped making sense.
Everybody a problem, and every problem
of theirs belonging to you.
Yeah, life be trippin' deep. and I'm drowning,
Drowning in this life that keeps coming, and flowing
and washing over me.
Feet grounded,
because I have forgot how to
fly.
By Philip Wardlow June 1st 2022
Ah melancholy you, melancholy me.
Twins of pains throughout our separate travels
in lands and time blown away by great
distances and choices right or wrongly
made.
You clutch dearly to your past like a child does a doll
all tattered and torn since received from her inception
from the womb that bore here into this world.
Myself in that journey I took. and of which
I am still on, I fumble in my pockets, fiddling with the
loose change of memories I have always kept close
and collected throughout time.
Both predilections in the way we cope in our
own entanglements are either
a solace, a penance, a nuisance, or
constant curse.
Why not us both seek a new habit?
You throw down your doll
I shall let my change fall
through my fingers as I grab
your hands tight in mine
and continue
our travels
together.
by Philip Wardlow March 29th, 2022
To and fro we go in life and all its pains collected along the way.
In the beginning, a Tango, feet sliding down the floor,
full of exuberant steps of youth with a crazy devil may care.
Never tiring, head up, steps sure even if we fuck up
with every other step made.
We are in motion, forward or back ,we are in motion
and that is everything to the youthful
whether in body or the heart
it is everything.
By Philip Wardlow March 21, 2022
If I were to suddenly evanesce, to flee, to disappear,
to run fast and headlong into the bright nothingness of the night,
what ruin would find my absence?
Would their be sick wailing siren calls of the once was
reaching my soul's ears
through the
nothingness of me?
I hope not. Not Wailing over me.... a tear or two will do, followed
quickly with a laugh.
But I do not wish to know the old world anymore after I am gone.
Why dry up and go, if to only to still receive drops of the
once-was in a teacup, to simply drink bitterly
of.
Remember me or don't, for I will not care as
I lie afloat amongst the stars, dreaming of new
things, new worlds, new excursions to catapult
a frayed mind to healing, to repair a ripped soul
torn asunder.
Cry and smile in the same instant is
all I ask of you if you do remember, for I
liked to be missed in both respects.
So I guess I do care a little at that.
I believe in everything and nothing in this Universe and I
would miss both aspects were I to finally fall into the
abyss of what-not and possibly nothings.
I enjoy the Everything of people healing of the
cuts they give themselves and get, and its wondrously satisfying
to partake in living in that magical epiphany
of them
I do not enjoy the Nothing, in the sense that
they will continually scratch the scabs to bleeding
every so often and there is no mop big enough,
nor pail of water full enough
to ever fully clean it all up.
I am tired of slipping in their blood.
The Everything of them is wonderful
buy sometimes the Nothing of them
becomes all too much.
By Philip Wardlow Dec, 2021
Sketch me, sketch me, and I bet yea that you will not see me the way I wish to be seen.
Flawed and imperfect scribbles put down on paper, chaotic with no intention or care of staying within the lines at times. Sadistic selfish hard edges fading to soft featherings of delicious needs and wants at the corners of my contained fine lined darkened soul.
The eyes, the eyes, there is a beguiling light behind those shaded eyes, a light, a light, so fucking bright as to mesmerize, if you were to look too long, you would see everything, but most seldom ever do take the time.
Ah, but what is a sketch but a sketch?
A glimpse, a side eyed introspection. Am I not correct?
So there is no disrespect at not knowing the me of me when all the hours of my days and yours can’t be devoted to explore the why and where of us in all it’s full glory.
Perhaps though, that’s what keeps you and I coming back to each other over dinners, drinks and all some such.
Definition of cog. 1 : a tooth on the rim of a wheel or gear. 2 : a subordinate but integral person or part.
Round and round the tooth of me goes. My path well worn in the rotating pre-ordained woes of a day.
If I squeak, then oil me so I shut up, for no one appreciates a noisy cog.
Push the wheel harder, so my momentum carries me away from thoughts that cause me to stray to the screaming in my head that always implores me to run the fuck away from this boring ass, numbing, plodding of a distant and dismal day.
I am integral though, I am integral
So thinks the cog in this spinning wheel forever at play.
98.2 Fahrenheat Degrees, 98.1, 98.0 and so on and on, down, down, down, until I am a cold rigid plank, as rigid as a piece of flesh could be anyway.
Call me Rigor, Mr. Mortis if you’re nasty.
As I say this, I realize the parts of me that will live, will go on in pictures, videos, my writings, and half memories in other people’s distracted minds yet still alive.
That’s kinda cool.
Cry at my funeral or laugh…or do both. I would prefer both. Please also drink and dance afterwards. That drunk girl over there though, twerking over my casket has got to go.
Talk about the dumb shit I did, talk about a kind word or two I threw at you, or when I asked you for nudes. By the way, I’m still waiting on one of your butt. When you finally take it, send it UP. Or is that DOWN?
I’m sure it’s UP, I haven’t been that bad in my life;
I have never kicked a puppy, only petted. But I have hit many a pussy in my lifetime if you know what I mean, and they never complained, and I petted them before and after as they purred graciously.
I was kind, immature, caring, needy, a charmer, careless of others feelings, repentant, codependent, then dependent on only me, then I met Red, a magical creature needing a safe harbor and I gave it.
I loved all the magic which poured forth from her, for I saw it had been bottled up for so long and it needed a nurturing voice to keep it flow, flow, flowing. I am content that I helped her find herself and to show her she was always good enough from the very beginning of her life.
I’ve always wanted to be seen as a good person, but it took me awhile to realize you have to BE a good person to truly be seen as a good person; to yourself most especially. After you do, everything else that follows is just gravy.
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 