My Third Eye - A Poem

My Third Eye -


It's been plucked.
Right out of my head.
There it is, pinched between
that raven's beak.
It has been reclaimed it seems
since I never chose to use it.
An eye always closed.
grows dark and distant.
Best to give it to someone else.
Yet, I feel the pain of its
loss already
My mind, my spirit, my heart
has already dimmed.
I want it back.
I have learned my lesson.
I promise.
I will use it,  give it back...
give it back,
please give it back.
I will use it
just give it back.


by Philip Wardlow 2014

Raven's Journey - A Poem

Raven's Journey

We cut the night air with wings of black,
we cut the life strings at twilight's blessing.
My brethern and I see far and wide,
for we are many.
There is no escape,
no hole can hide you,
nor disguise
mask a spirit
so foul.
We bring you home to purgatory to sit and
roost in a black shed of despair,
to dwell upon a life where dark leanings
led you to dissolution of a soul that
sought heights they were never meant to fly.
So contemplate, ponder,
wander this dim world between
darkness and light,
and perhaps we shall
return.

By Philip Wardlow