I'm a sun surfer, riding waves of fire and fusion, I graze the gravity wells on a board of pure energy, slicing through the primordial particles of plasma Burn baby burn! Do you feel it? Ain't nothing better when surfs up. I shoot the curl of a sun flare out into space and almost touch Mercury before I plummet flung back down the barrel as it spits me towards the sun's surface to finally kick out and to settle, just floating taking it all in, I smile inwardly as I drop in again and do it all over Ain't nothing better bro. Tomorrow isn't promised Nature's energy setting a plate for you to eat off of, so carve it my brother and sisters, eat those waves well, Wack, Hack, Crack, and Snap, your way through. Throw buckets of ions as you slam and jam on through. Ride, ride, ride do or die. That's the only way to catch the sun Truly. by Philip Wardlow February 7th, 2023
She is a beauty.
Full of humor, wit and sarcasm with
a laughing smile that compels you to
smile in return.
When she invites you in she holds you close to her heart.
Her passion enthralls you, her empathy calls to you.
But do you know her like I do?
Do you see her open wounds
laid plainly on the table for all to see,
for ever has she been an open book
Stories of many a woe wound through her
various lives and lands she has traveled.
Read her story. See her.
Think her veneer made of steel, impervious
to your blows, constant and unrelenting?
She is fragile as any other soul in this world.
What battle is so important to be won that you
would scourge the field of her feelings til nary a blade
of grass stands underfoot.
Be warned, she is but a calm tempest
held at bay on the horizon that you invite in
with your callous words you sling so blindly.
I fear you would not survive her storm.
by Philip Wardlow January 16th, 2023
The lot of this world are mere cavemen, still fresh and immature in thought and nature from the hole they crawled out of…
Squirrelly in action, violent trying to get that nut, not knowing why the compulsion drives them, while many others sit on the beach sunning themselves as the tsunami(s) roll ashore, smiling as their children make sand castles in the grand shadows of the approaching waves.
I am an imperfect man.
and she has a beautiful perfect
of which she lets me
hold in my rough hands.
Her heart is warm to the touch
never cold, for inside of it
it's full of fire, a fervor for life
I see burning bright, for her heart
is made of the most pristine glass
I see through it clearly
to the flickering flames within
that dance and dance
always before my eyes.
Yet I am flawed, and my
seeing leaves me sometimes blind
at the warmth and wonder of
her heart I hold in my hands.
I wish her heart to never break
nor the one to be the cause of
I hold it delicately lest to crush it,
yet not too firmly for it to slip
from my hands
I hold it with a willful assurance of self
as I marvel at the magical
glow that pervades from
Her glass heart is stronger than it
seems, more than she even knows.
Tougher than any Titans mighty
blows could wrought asunder.
Her glass heart's unwavering
mesmerizes my eyes, for it is true,
so very true straight to
and beckons for me to hold it
for all the rest of my days.
by Philip Wardlow , August 31st, 2022
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
If I didn't have her in my life I would be less than My days would be dim, and my smile would be less inclined. I would know loneliness, I would know isolation and I would cry the fool every night of my life if I didn't have this woman to hold on to when all the world swung from wrong to right and back again. She's a sweet one, my woman, she's a handful to, but she's grabbed a handful of my heart will all the strength she has in her, and I don't feel her ever wanting to let go anytime soon. If I didn't have her in my life, I would ask the Universe why But I don't have to ask that question. Because she's right here, right now, in my arms. By Philip Wardlow Aug 22nd 2022
As she walked down the hall, every up and down turn of her hips mesmerized me more than a snake charmers dance with a cobra…
She was a petulant child trapped in a woman’s body with the insatiable appetite of a sexual succubus,
She confessed her desires, let me have all of her, then used me up, cast me aside, and then knocked on my door and asked for it again and I obliged her with a smile and let her in.
I would have come and danced with her in the rain but sometimes I liked to watch from afar and get lost in the beauty exploding from her smile.
Neither one of her two sides were her but both together made her who she was.
Her curves were beautiful, from hip to lip, from breasts to almond eyes, She took delight in letting me help her with all her secret sins that her mind meandered to.
Even the want of death is life because its a feeling. Hold on to life through that feeling and claw your way out of your loose soiled grave dear girl.
When ever she bent over or reached up for something upon a shelf, did she know how absolutely enticing her body looked when she did it? I’m thinking she did…
Violence never solved anything but it sure did look sexy on her in that moment in bed…
When she leaned her face first against the wall wearing that silk dress knowing I knew she was not wearing anything beneath, the invitation was too much to bear.
She was a magnet to me the first time I laid eyes upon her and she has been every day since.
by Philip Wardlow June 1st, 2022
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