Mr. Moon ~
Why oh why Mr. Moon do you walk
hands in pockets, eyes downcast,
as the stars sit in there satin blue sheet,
surrounding?
Don’t you know it’s all for you?
No eyes but yours can see
all that the sky can give.
Feel blessed in this.
Earthly trappings are not the
core of your constance.
Nor the phases you
endure in your
soul’s search
for permanence.
Even in shadow,
yet you are still whole.
Even though no others
may see.
You will always be whole.
by Philip Wardlow 2025
Being effortlessly at ease
May be the hardest thing in life
to achieve.
Without drink, without drugs, without approvals, or validations needed.
To just be.
Can be attained but often elusive.
Does that encapsulate us as humans as a whole?
That we really are just simply animals always ready for flight or fight, or to fall over and just play dead?
Surely so.
And there is no bad or good in that statement, it is just simply is.
To be at ease in any given situation
to be remain focused and discipline
without the palpitations of the heart, the sweating of palms, the electric tension coursing, the narrowing of your world as you are compressed by four walls, or being pulled like a soft taffy through a press,
These are all our bodily responses to a world that can be threatening, cruel, chaotic, slighting and apathetic, and lonely at times.
To be fully relaxed, however,
To be immersed in a seemingly forever flow of pleasure, to be wrapped up in rapture, pure and intense with nothing more than to feed your need to feel all the good that life could possibly offer is a gift when it comes and should always be cherished, held tightly to, and adored, for who knows when it may again.
This being at ease.
Seek it in life in all its forms, from nature, to friends, to lovers, to surprising adventures around the next corner of your life not yet written
Be bold in seeking it for you are most worthy of finding it.
By Philip Wardlow March 28th, 2025
I am here on this planet
I'm a 400 Trillion to one shot to even exist on this planet.
Yet here I am,
Breathing, Living, Loving, Being Loved
I matter and that is amazing to me
You matter also
You matter
You are that 1 in a Trillion chance as well.
So live.
by Philip Wardlow Feb 5th, 2025
This very day of days, six years ago, she fell,
unprotected, falling fast
falling hard,
but never did I think her destiny and I's were
linked.
For what would a beauty such as she want with a simple man like me?
As always, I was too blind to see.
Surely I was just a dalliance, a distraction, a small detour
on the road to a much bigger prize.
But there she was, as soft as you please , entangled in my
arms, wanting the solace and the silence, not just my manly charms
in the sheets.
She wanted the comfort, the safety, the silence in her mind, all intertwined with a kiss and small caress.
She fell then , fell, fell like a stone into a welcoming well, and I enveloped her,
her beautiful warmth permeating deep, deep, deep within me.
I was hers then, body and soul.
Hers alone.
by Philip Wardlow Dec 20th, 2023
What Soul have you?
Young and Impressionable, or Old and Jaded?
Both have their pitfalls.
The young one will put up with too much and wait too long to get out.
The old one will take a beautiful
moment and stomp it to death while crying into their pillow at night.
Expectations of the Impressionable Soul are racing, fun and fluid, chaotic and tragic in an instant of time
Expectations of a Jaded Soul is exhausting, impenetrable, and walled on all four sides with catapults launching flaming balls of fire.
Both want everything life has to offer, but the thing is, one is willing to give too much to get it, while the other doesn’t believe the offering of everything exists anymore, if it ever did.
So I ask, which one are you?
Hmm…or is there another option behind Door#3
By Philip Wardlow October, 2021
Live fiercely while time abounds,
and stop biting at the bonds
of which you think constrict
you, for they don’t for a life lived properly
and wisely
constructed in the spending.
Hold time’s hand as if as a friend, love
every nature of it’s passing and it shall
slow down and comfort every second
of your days.
Create a world uniquely all yours,
from the infinitesimal to the grandiose
inside or without, to implode
or explode into a world of your
own making.
Sluggish temptations will always pull at the
the very fabric of you, a quicksand
to drown, a meandering path to muddle,
entropy to trap, as Order becomes
undone and Chaos catches you.
Sleep not with Chaos long no matter how
charming her bed is.
Revel in the importance of your life
love, love, love,
yourself and others
Roll around in that word love
like a dog playing in a
pile of fall leaves,
just being.
Never fear the outcome for a life
you have lived fiercely.
by Philip Wardlow October, 2020
Let everything that’s been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside world. And most important, let them believe in themselves. Let them be helpless like children, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant. But when it’s dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death’s companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.
By Andrei Tarkovsky from the 1979 movie ” Stalker”
There are certain songs that you must
listen to the words,
really listen,
while others songs
you can simply tap
a foot to and let your
soul get lost in the rhythm of.
People are like that also;
you either get lost in them
or sit and listen,
really listen, and both ways
are equally important.
by Philip Wardlow Feb, 2020
On first sight,
I did smile,
eyes drinking you in like a warm
red sweet wine,
rolling the taste
around with my tongue
slowly savoring,
before swallowing you
down,
trying to satiate a thirst
you created
with just
one devastating look
my way.
On first kiss,
the universe coalesced
between our lips
electrons comingled
energies shared,
released in cataclysmic
meeting, we danced
together you and I
body and soul
hand in hand
orbiting, revolving
and falling
into the others
gravity,
pulling and
savoring the magic
in the resonance
between
the other,
knowing none like it
that had ever come before.
On first parting,
an almost ripping,
a tearing of souls
seamed together
like a fine soft silk
blanketing us
both in a commanding
comfort
of a home
we had never known
yet sought,
with surety
we knew
that through patience
and the
wrestling of fate
we would
meet
again to make
the universe
dance for us
in the home
of our own
creation.
by Philip Wardlow 2019
Need to catch that paper airplane
to the next place,
ride the updrafts
of the four winds
where ever they may carry
I just gotta go
don’t you see?
My tickets been punched
my seat is waiting
for me and
it ain’t free
I’ve saved
a lot for this trip
down to the last penny.
So don’t trip
telling me I got to stay
when you’ve already traveled
so far away
from me.
Not much time,
they’re calling my name
through the intercom
Sun’s dipping
down to the horizon
and they don’t
wait for no one.
So let me catch that
paper airplane and be
about my way.
And you may hear
from me one day
or maybe you won’t
That’s never easy
to say.
But I’ve got a flight
to make that’s gonna
take me far,
whether through desolation or
an adventure
its all the same
along as it’s away from here.
I’ve got a destiny
with the sky tonight
and ain’t nobody
taking that from me
By Philip Wardlow 2019
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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
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Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
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