Oh Fool ~
Embrace the wilderness oh foolish spirit….tease and taunt ..be impulsive take risks and fly foolhardy into the wind ….
Philip Wardlow 2015
Tag Archives: philosophy
Figuring it out…..
Strange but True? The 300 Million Old Screw
As a writer I like to look to pictures, art, or cool stories (real or otherwise) to draw on for inspiration for my stories and/or poems I write. I found this below little story on the cool sight called Stumble Upon, which always has interesting pictures, facts and stories to peruse when you are just bored or looking for something to do.
Whether this story is true or not it still makes you think and I always love the What-Ifs and Mysteries in life. To me this story is more fascinating than all the ridiculous scenarios about aliens coming to build the Pyramids, or having something to do with Stonehenge, etc….
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300 million year old iron screw
In the summer of 1998, Russian scientists who were investigating an area 300 th km southwest of Moscow near the remains of a meteorite, discovered a piece of rock which enclosed an iron screw. Geologists estimate that the age of the rock is 300-320 million years.
At that time there were no intelligent life forms on earth, not even dinosaurs. The screw which is clearly visible in the head and nut, has a length of about cm and a diameter of about three millimeters.
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My thoughts after reading this:
I researched this a little more and found that this particular discovery has never been debunked as simply a screw being dropped into a peat bog or a tar part or encrusted in a ossilized sedimentary rock like a piece concrete. Any of those scenarios would quickly explain away the reason for this “ancient” screw.
The screw was supposodedly encased in this ancient rock at the time of its actual forming 300 millions years ago. So who/what made this screw?… nature, aliens, time travelers….to me anyone of those three still intrigue me because we still don’t know the answer.
So a hmmmmm? forms in the brain. …A mystery……I love a mystery because life in all its facets from love, to certain friendships formed , to religion, to our origins, to space is really all a mystery no matter how much you think it may not be. It is… and that’s a cool thing. That’s a fun intriguing notion that life is a mystery and still has mysteries and that everything isn’t known. That’s no fun. That’s like knowing the ending of the movie before you sit down in that darkened theater with your box of popcorn…
Perspective
You have so many years to discover others and yourself…
Life is never all about one thing…not sex..not love…not possessions…not knowledge…its everything; comingled into one great perspective that is unique just for you and sometimes you can meet that person who gets you a little and you get them and you share that perspective together and at that same time learn each other. Then that perspective shifts again for you both..and you sync up.
That’s more than love…that’s a mystery and its beautiful….:)
Perishable
Perishable~
My finger, one finger
traces down her temple
over her sweet cheeked smile
eyes lighted
just for me
just for me…
So many emotions
behind that smile for me
I must take each of them that
I discover and put them in their own mason jar
and screw the lid down tight
for safe keeping.
To preserve
what surely will be lost.
For you see, we are all delicate
things.
Perishable.
This environment is not kind
to such fragile creatures.
But I wonder.
What is ever meant to last?
I reach for one of the mason jars
and take it down off upon the shelf,
unscrew its top, and tip
its’ contents into my waiting mouth.
I smile and reach for another.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Passions – Quote
“Objects in life, be it a story,poem,or photograph, which are filled with a perfect passion reminds and guides us to strive for a portion of it…” – by Me
Being Human – A Poem
Being Human-
I am confused but not confused
I have clarity
In all things
But I am muddled
In all things big
That really
Matter
And what matters?
Really?
You say THAT matters
He says THIS matters.
She says I matter.
We say WE matter.
When no one does
And everyone should.
Ping…..PONG!
Bounce…Bounce….Bounce
Mr. Ball.
And get struck hard with the paddle
Back to the other side
WHAT?
YOU cannot hide
Because that paddles a coming
SMACK!
So….Just…Well…Um…Okay.
That about sums
us up.
By Philip Wardlow 2014
I seek Elpis – A Poem
I Seek Elpis –
The Spirit of Hope, Elpis, flew,
last out of that Jar which Pandora had opened,
yet it flew.
Always playing catch up to the despair and destruction
the foul ones had left in their wake,
yet it came.
On gossamer wings of gold
to lit upon the fragile souls
earthly bound.
Diseased, destitute, or almost dead,
Bereaved, broken, or branded.
It found them in the highest of heights
to the darkest holes or pitted caves.
Yet it found them.
Know that the foul ones who sap the will are many.
Know that the foul ones who drive down the heart be strong.
Yet, Elpis’ limits are limitless
when called to.
You simply have to seek it and
it will be appear.
by Philip Wardlow
She by Bob Marley
Three Poem Series about our Natures
Desolate Dame
You give him a grin
and forget it all when he
grabs a breast.
He smiles that same stellar smile
that trapped you so long
ago.
You sweat it all out through sexual labors
and forget…
all the moments meandering
constant
in the frontal lobe of your brain that aches
to cut him loose and send him downstream
to go cascading off a cliff.
Yet you play the martyr to his Mussolini,
tied up and tortured in the town square,
while all the passerby’s look the other way.
Weakness
Doesn’t become you.
Defiance should rule.
But yet you grin all over again
when he grabs your breast.
Philip Wardlow 2013
Lazy Days
Orb bright over head,
Naked we lay…tanning.
I kiddingly ask if I can lay the palm
of my hand on your ass
and just leave it there.
I tell you casually while the sun bakes us,
that we have about another 100,000 yrs
of evolution to go before we stop believing
the bullshit we speak now.
Dark clouds move in as old Mr. Nimbus blows.
A storm is coming…hopefully it only
blows away the shit we don’t need in
our lives.
Sorry babe…
Feeling melancholy again I guess.
I get lost in the fantasy, because the reality of it all,
is so much different than we suppose.
Fantasy….Reality? Each one has its place.
Haven’t decided which of the two is
stranger yet.
We grab our towels as old Mr. Nimbus spits on us
and go inside to have nice a cold beer .
Philip Wardlow 2013
KISA Syndrome
“Why ME?” she asks
I don’t know.
Because you let me in.
Because you’re a good person.
Beautiful,
Intelligent,
Passionate,
But most of all because you’re so full of despair.
…and I have a sword.
Philip Wardlow 2013
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Above three poems originally featured in an online publication called Boyslut – http://boyslutpublications.com/
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