Dreams
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Something Wiccan this way comes
“Do as ye will as long as ye harm none”
Maid, Mother, and Crone
all intone.
Walk these woodlands,
inside and out
letting your spirit
thrive from bone, to eye, to mind.
This natural world is your playground
so play proud, head tall, breasts out
Be divine and in turn know divinity.
The hunt is on in fair woods,
Strength is foraged first, followed by Beauty unmarred,
then comes Power in the will coupled with Compassion,
Mirth as you dance the fire, Reverence as the trance
takes you in Honor of all that is known and unknown
as you finally kneel in Humility
to your Goddess
conveying nature’s kiss upon
each of your sisters
to seal the spell bringing
to bear the Cosmos
within the inscribed circle
upon this Earth you now
dwell.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Leave me Be
I wake up early
Laying there in the dull
grey darkness.
Aches, pains, tensions, and worries
intrude then.
Some I expect and accept, others I reject.
The rejected ones
Need to leave me be.
Just be
For once.
Perhaps this is what being
is for me.
Has always been
This conflicted contentment
This feared future
Not ever defined
Until it comes to pass
These runaway days
I chase after but they
fade, fade, fade
But I breathe a whispered
fuck you Mr. Future.
And get up when
the sun shines through
into my room.
Kiss you on the
cheek
And enjoy this
beautiful day.
by Philip Wardlow
She’ll get there
She’s in her head again
blaming all the world’s stones
thrown at her on herself.
Oh baby, don’t you see, your
the beautiful one, the innocent
girl seeking that life all the
others have long
stopped looking for.
Your head is wonderfully in the clouds
It’s all of them who long ago lost
their wings while you continued to sing.
You are something else,
that special mix, that sweet sauce,
that kick, that love that keeps
giving, that sultry smile that drives
me to my knees.
You’ll get there baby girl.
And I’ll hold your hand until
You do.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
Straight to my Heart by Gordon Sumner (Sting)
Well in a hundred years from now
They will attempt to tell us how
A scientific means to bliss
Will supersede the human kiss
A sub atomic chain
Will maybe galvanize the brain
A biochemic trance
Will eliminate romance
But why ever should we care
When there are arrows in the air
Formed by lovers’ ancient art
That go straight to my heart
A future sugar coated pill
Would give our lovers time to kill
I think they’re working far too much
For the redundancy of touch
But what will make me yours
Are a million deadly spores
Formed by lovers’ ancient art
That go straight to my heart
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
You’ll never have to sweep the floor
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
Come and be my wife
I’ll be true. To no one but you
If it’s a future world we fear
We have tomorrow’s seeds right here
For you can hold them in your hand
Or let them fall into the sand
But if our love is pure
The only thing of which we’re sure
Then you can play your part
And fly straight to my heart
If I should seek immunity
And love you with impunity
Then the only thing to do
Is for me to pledge myself to you
But they only dealt one card
So for me it is not hard
You’re the bright star in my chart
You go straight to my heart
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
You’ll never have to sweep the floor
Come into my door
Be the light of my life
Come into my door
Come and be my wife
I’ll be true. To no one but you
Songwriters: Gordon Sumner (Sting)
What you Mean
You are every wish
I don’t
want to lose.
Every mistake I don’t
want to make.
My love is measured
by a ruler with no end
for you.
You are a softness
that all the hard
parts of me fall into.
You better me
You scare me
You nourish me
as you induce
me to hunger.
You cause me to ask
my soul questions
that have always
been hard for me
to seek.
You are a place called home.
You are a lazy river
I drift upon.
You mean the world to me
and the stars, and all
the unknowns
this universe contains.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Playing the game
Everything she told me, has a price.
But.
What of all the good Samaritans just passing by?
Must all good deeds be punished.
Choices chastised
Egos bruised and pushed aside
A soul flying high gets its wings clipped by
the pruning shears of applied prejudice
of the past when flying too close to the sun
simply because they relished the heat.
Impartial beautiful Moon pulls the tides
waning and waxing all the
events in your life
Perhaps the Moon has a callous cold side
that it always hide?
A Jekyll and Hyde
I’m always waiting for that shoe to drop
when the game of love
comes to call and
places the dice carefully upon the table
Asking me if I’ll have
a roll.
By Philip Wardlow 2018
Marry Me (sometime down the line)
With you
I met you with a kiss and a dance
and that’s how I will always want it with you
soft red lips on mine
and a melody
to move us fast or slow
Living in the passion
playing in that playground
of music and light touch
little girl
So take my hand so I can always
twirl you to the moon
and watch you fall back to me
with that beautiful mischievous smile
on your face
that holds me like
no other woman
possibly ever could.
by Philip Wardlow 2018
Lost One
I’m a melancholy mind
floating in forgotten winds
never fully
free of the damaged
parts that float around,
hard to catch,
hard to see unless
you look deep into me
I want you to, yet
I fear you are too distracted
and I cant blame you
for who you are but
I need you to see.
No one has really
ever found it but
I want you to.
I fear you cant.
The beautiful kid
that is still lost
and needs to find the way back
To run, to laugh,
With a new heart in hand
But this sun is
Blinding
And home is only
a made up memory
that already set
By Philip Wardlow 2018
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