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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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High Strung

July 15, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I got the news-

You said the bruise was from a night of booze

The freedoms we lose by the allegiance we choose

What you viewed was a ruse – looted and polluted solutions

An arubics of gruesome illusions

With abuse that looms and consumes

Like a drug… withdraw or cope?

Confusing, the metaphysical intrusions

An emotional nuance or nuisance, fused with

The hue of jewels, inside of a tomb, tied to a noose

On the neck of a muse, just to amuze

And hide the truth

What beauty would blind

With your mind consumed, you viewed your doom,

Proof- to the delusions of love- the knot in the rope.

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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