In the cold dead of winter, the homeless man on the city bus yelled out as he sat. “Happiness is a nice warm bus!” I thought idly, how perfect is that?
Everything and anything
could have been that day,
yet I was there sitting in that place,
in that small little space,
in that time, that moment
plucked with you in
mind.
A hello, a smile, a small question
to catch my eye.
My attention never wavered…as something,
yes something…told me
there was more to this meeting,
more…
than just
the casual.
You were my Happy Accident
if I only chose
to embrace it.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
I am but a dark silhouette back-lit
by your imaginings of what I must be.
My frame of reference is not yours,
nor is your own mine to see.
I cannot hope to know the true depth
of the strangeness that lurks behind those eyes;
the sadness, the desperation, and the longing
cannot be accurately defined as simply measured
by a ruler or thrown upon a scale like a piece
of meat.
Think me misguided, corrupt, or lost?
Think me a friend, lover, or a hero?
You would be wrong on all accounts.
I am simply a solitary soul cast adrift,
striving to find a good home to lift
me up from this cold stone floor and prop
me up next to a nice warm fire and hold
me tight.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
The NOW only happens once, seize the NOW before it goes away never to return.
If you miss that NOW, know that a new NOW may present itself but you must be ready and spring upon it with claws extended because you are pushing the odds my friend.
If you find yourself in a NOW moment, slow down, taste it, relish it and remember it wholly wrapping yourself up in it like a blanket.
Don’t be afraid of the NOW; embrace it like all challenges that life flings at you wrapped in that loathsome word called fear.
Above all, NOW is in you whether you know it or not. You just have to let it come out and play…:)
by Philip Wardlow
“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you wont give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy. … Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”
by Bob Marley
Love you babe – Happy 17th Anniversary!!
Alchemy
I’m trying to capture
a lit bit of magic.
Distill out the mundane,
filter out the impurities,
and infuse a little energy
into this tired body and brain.
You have always been that
catalyst, that additive, that chemical,
or heat to speed the reaction.
Give me just a dash of you and
I will change this lead to gold
or this chunk of coal
to a diamond that
sparkles like your
eyes do.
Your kiss may be the final
ingredient to the elixir of life
that I have long sought.
Oh how elusive that magic is
at being caught
and wrangled like
lightning in a bottle.
But I am an alchemist, and
with my books, my bottles, my studies
my mythos, my faith, and you…
I shall wrestle with the five mysteries of life;
air, earth, fire, water, and the
elusive aether…
and condense their natures down into
a malleable creature from which
I can ride with you into the night.
by Philip Wardlow
The Whole
All of us in this world
are made up of bits and pieces.
The failure of a father, the loving
kiss of a mother, the slap to the face,
the hug when most needed, the stomp
to the head, the shove in the right direction,
the mysteries from out of the elusive aether.
Puzzle pieces from an endless box
are continuously being dumped on to our table top
of life that you must pick up
and put together to form
a solid picture from.
Place your pieces carefully one at a time
into the spaces that fit.
Dwell not on the picture you think you see forming,
for it is an illusion, a trick
most dire to the eye and mind.
Your puzzle is not yet finished,
if it ever can be,
for how are we
to ever know
the whole.
when so many
pieces have
yet to be
placed.
by Philip Wardlow
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undone in spectacle
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
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
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Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 