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Scribbles
Scribbles is a collection of short poems, extended poems, proetry, haiku, and senryu, with a twist of Volatalistic Phil.
"...It can't be found in solid colors, stagnant or even dried-up streams; and there certainly are no deserts as vast as the human being; the empty place that can be felt but not seen..."
"...But as a warning indication I must tell you this is the substation for my frustration, the dirty needle of my hesitation, the loss of words of a failed relation..."
"...And lined up against the wall, this firing squad launches from my mind's tongue. Oh, the ecstasy, this moment, at a loss, eternity..."
"...And the plants, they crave sunlight, the night creatures want moonlight, the hot desires cold, the cold wants what the hot can bestow, the rivers desire the land, and the land wants the bodies of water, the mother regards the sons and daughters, the fathers desire all the strength they can trotter, the bird wants the worm, the worm wants the dirt, the dirt wants the rain, silence wants to scream, the man chases the dream, and death wants the living!..."
"...The cracks in the floor, the spiders in my head, the monster in my closet--the waiting to be fed, the scratching and clawing, the snarling and gnawing will wear me out, so in writing I'm giving you my warning shout..."
Adult audience intended.
"...It can't be found in solid colors, stagnant or even dried-up streams; and there certainly are no deserts as vast as the human being; the empty place that can be felt but not seen..."
"...But as a warning indication I must tell you this is the substation for my frustration, the dirty needle of my hesitation, the loss of words of a failed relation..."
"...And lined up against the wall, this firing squad launches from my mind's tongue. Oh, the ecstasy, this moment, at a loss, eternity..."
"...And the plants, they crave sunlight, the night creatures want moonlight, the hot desires cold, the cold wants what the hot can bestow, the rivers desire the land, and the land wants the bodies of water, the mother regards the sons and daughters, the fathers desire all the strength they can trotter, the bird wants the worm, the worm wants the dirt, the dirt wants the rain, silence wants to scream, the man chases the dream, and death wants the living!..."
"...The cracks in the floor, the spiders in my head, the monster in my closet--the waiting to be fed, the scratching and clawing, the snarling and gnawing will wear me out, so in writing I'm giving you my warning shout..."
Adult audience intended.
- GenresPoetry
116 pages, Paperback
First published May 20, 2012
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About the author
Phil Volatile
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Phil Volatile (formerly Volatalistic Phil) is the crap dice hero saint of orphan love who's been slamming into the speed bumps of life since 1985. A former substance use technician who put down the bottle and picked up a pen is now writing books for general amusement. He's still into women, motorcycles, cars, and wasting time.
The lonely tumbleweed of the southwest currently lives in Albuquerque, NM and is as desperate as the desert is for water. If he's not hustling to get by you can find him throwing dice, sitting in a coffee shop, cruising motorcycles or finding some place quiet to write. He rides in the back of an ambulance going around the city. His favorite flavor is peanut butter.
He hopes his words tear through you and infect your soul. Let his wave of angst crash into you and bring you to shore. Caress his body in these pages and rub him against your chest--keeping him close to your heart. He's a lush of endless desire and frustrations and hopelessness. Be gentle as you dig through his embers and ashes.
Phil Volatile (formerly Volatalistic Phil) is the crap dice hero saint of orphan love who's been slamming into the speed bumps of life since 1985. A former substance use technician who put down the bottle and picked up a pen is now writing books for general amusement. He's still into women, motorcycles, cars, and wasting time.
The lonely tumbleweed of the southwest currently lives in Albuquerque, NM and is as desperate as the desert is for water. If he's not hustling to get by you can find him throwing dice, sitting in a coffee shop, cruising motorcycles or finding some place quiet to write. He rides in the back of an ambulance going around the city. His favorite flavor is peanut butter.
He hopes his words tear through you and infect your soul. Let his wave of angst crash into you and bring you to shore. Caress his body in these pages and rub him against your chest--keeping him close to your heart. He's a lush of endless desire and frustrations and hopelessness. Be gentle as you dig through his embers and ashes.
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July 13, 2012
Its truely hard to rate a book like this. Poetry is all about how you feel. I found some very thought provoking, some funny, and some so uninteresting that I didn't finish. But that's the personal part of poetry.
I very much enjoyed " Okay, This Is the Score". By far my favorite in the book. But also enjoyed, "Love" and "Table for Two".
If nothing else this book keep me interested enough to finish.
I very much enjoyed " Okay, This Is the Score". By far my favorite in the book. But also enjoyed, "Love" and "Table for Two".
If nothing else this book keep me interested enough to finish.
July 19, 2012
This is an insightful book of thoughts in story and prose form.
It raises many thoughts that could be used in Book Club Discussions by having individual member pick out their favorite and discuss their thoughts on it.
It is well written and thought provoking.
This author presents thoughts and feelings from his life experiences.
It is mostly 'cleanly' written but unfortunately a few crude words got put into a couple of his thoughts.
I thank him for entering this in a giveaway of which I won.
It raises many thoughts that could be used in Book Club Discussions by having individual member pick out their favorite and discuss their thoughts on it.
It is well written and thought provoking.
This author presents thoughts and feelings from his life experiences.
It is mostly 'cleanly' written but unfortunately a few crude words got put into a couple of his thoughts.
I thank him for entering this in a giveaway of which I won.
November 4, 2014
Volataliatic Phil opens his note pad for us and gives us some of his best pieces off the pages. Scribbles is poetry and short stories of lost words, love how others may look at it, the bizarre of strange thoughts and some words well said that leaves you with thought.
Some of my Favorites
Tag Your It
The Stray
The Magical Place
A La Mode
Heaven is Nearby I think of heaven the same way. Agree
Fool's Gold
It is What it is
Overall the author gives a reading of ones mind or as he puts it a firing squad launches from my mind's tongue. I thank the author for a copy of the book I will treasure this piece of scribbled poetry.
Some of my Favorites
Tag Your It
The Stray
The Magical Place
A La Mode
Heaven is Nearby I think of heaven the same way. Agree
Fool's Gold
It is What it is
Overall the author gives a reading of ones mind or as he puts it a firing squad launches from my mind's tongue. I thank the author for a copy of the book I will treasure this piece of scribbled poetry.
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