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Pros’ Poems

August 13, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Don’t walk away from me
don’t build a fortress
and forest
our fortune
forcing
our forfeit
forgive me for my
informal forums
forages

I wish I could jump from the knowing
in mid-wonder
diving into the deepest mystery
treading vast possibilities
but I can’t swim
so reality
is where I land
no questions asked with every step
on sure, mundane, monotonous ground
unknowing of the unknown
ignorance,
the enemy of bliss
prisoned innocence
prison, in a sense

The fact that it takes belief
to believe,
shows an essence of
trust,
trust me.
I hope
you trust
my faith
in our fate
but I need you
to
believe
me
first
trust me.
Therein
lies
belief
in us,
by
gaining
trust.

I’m more than I know
less what you think
can’t give myself credit
yet, obsessed with critique
I find worth in process
I am a working product
I am a work in progress
my poetic work is promise
I am product
process
progress
promise
I am Profit.

I miss this
smell- intoxicating aroma
touch- honey milk softened skin
taste- nectar oozing off tongue and lips
sound- harmonic pitch
sight- visions only explained in dreams
You take up my senses
You make sense
Ever since, our disconnect
I’ve been senseless

Impression felt
lasting impressions
dig deep
hold on
tight
tattoo my flesh
with the pressure of must
have,
in your finger tips
exuding raw love
for us
fighting hard
to never let go
never let go
scar me
with burning passion
absorbed by
french manicured need..
nails,
my skin flares
then fileted
giving way
to will
fear has no feat
when feeling
is unexplainably deep
these moments
when rush of pain
symbolizes
infallible love
-symbiotic, love and pain-

sometimes, you can’t chance, taking a certain stance, in certain circumstances
“Sir, come stand”
go head..search my stance

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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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