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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Russell Wardlow

E=MC^2

November 10, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Life is your economy

fueled by energy, empathy and economics

on this journey

the car is your economics

the passenger is your energy

the road is your empathy

if E=MC^2

then Energy, equals Mastered Condition and Consciousness

meaning that our energy,

is a product of our conditions and consciousness

energy- meaning our life

conditions- meaning environment and influences

consciousness- meaning our knowledge wisdom and understanding

so where we are placed,

and what is imposed upon us,

mixed with what we are and aren’t aware of,

create our dispositions, our mind state

because…

we are both the sum of our experience

and the manifestation of our thoughts

but like an old proverb, once you know, you can’t unknow

so once we realize and act behind the knowledge of-

our thoughts creatingh and driving our experience-

then we won’t just be a conditioned herd

there’s an African proverb which says,

“they don’t know, what they don’t know,

because they don’t know, that they don’t know it”

but once awakened, learned and liberated from unknowingness

then we can become empowered thinkers

capable of manifesting our own desired realities

and transcending our conditions

because of our enlightened and in-tuned consciousness

if we have a stronger connection to our metaphysical constructs

not being so attached to the physical

then we can will transmute our spirit’s knowledge,

to tangible life changes

which offer

prosperity

health

peace

harmony

and loving relationships in abundance

and we can begin to create for ourselves,

instead of solely accepting what has been created for us

being nothing more than consumers

only influenced, and rarely influential

because

“if all we desire is the inanimate objects,

then like them, we shall also decay”

our creativeness lacks in a reality where all there to be gained

is viewed as limited

and savagely competed over

therefore our beliefs will stretch no further

than our own understandings of abundance and limitlessness

“we foolishly believe our OWN limitations are the proper measurement for limitation”

but I say,

“we foolishly believe ourselves limited and not limitless”

no matter our experiences

we can be the most important imprint upon our own lives

transcending our conditioning,

by transforming our consciousness

getting away from thoughts anchored in

want

poverty

misery

failure

and defeat

instead of measuring ourselves up against others

we measure ourselves with others

not having to rely so heavily on influencers

but seeing ourselves as both art and artists

because like a quote from me says

“art thou both art and artist?”

see the creator and experiencer in yourself

contrar to popular belief, we have enough room for free thinkers

in that of being a free thinker,

you will begin to see your part of the whole

and the oneness of all

because E=MC^2

and if energy can’t be created nor destroyed

then all there is boundless energy around us that we all share

constantly giving and receiving

so who made up the word limit anyway

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Love

Missed Fortune

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

When I was stuck,

you was just a phase

when I only saw myself,

you was just a face

when I had lost it,

you took its place

and when I needed to breath,

you took up space

when I found you at first,

you told me your name was Ms Fortunate

but go figure, I misunderstood

unfortunately,

you were just a misfortune

Filed Under: Love

Made for two

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I said I miss her
I heard she missed me too
impossible bullseye;
feeling kiddish
days you missed being young
experiencing first times;
ode to clichés in needed distance
I’m more fond
I pray she is;
knew what was lost
figured I’d deal
but she is extra-ordinary… I am sheepish;
baaaaaaad choices
when patience is an option
some things shouldn’t be controlled;
unclear air now polluted
inhaling your own toxins
will take its toll;
needed the window re-opened
or the blinds shut
I just needed to know;
mourned its open casket
dreaded what now lay lifeless
but I hope a greeting, is all it needed to grow;
I made my move
she’d make me move
but love is what we’re made to do;
answers are made for y’s
crossed t’s and dotted lines
plus U and an I was made for two;

Filed Under: Love

Attracted to you

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Full and luscious lips-cherry black as her African roots
defined neckline
graced from a symmetrical jawline
connecting a scrumptious chin travelling thru
hair interweaved and tied up upon your head like a basket of fruits
watching you walk past brings me back to my youth
you raw and real, you an extravagant truth
your mentality makes you established
confidence built better than average
and still you rise, despite all that’s happened to you
purpose in every second, time is accident proof
every moment is magic
just imagine, and poof!
If you open the door
I’ll conquer your floor
and go after your roof
I’ll keep you on your tip toes as if you’re tapping your shoes
if you searching for completion, just add me to you
and allow gravity to do the things that gravity do
I don’t mean to be graphic
I just grapple with gradual truths
the way your spirit sings out, I think I see Gladys in you
even behind your glasses
you’re like a lioness in tall grass
you’re wine in a tall glass
you kinda rash
I love peeking at your raw nature, don’t change,
because I’m glad this is you
I rather grab at your attention, then grasping at straws
if lust is war, casual casualties aren’t collateral-
when our needs are compatible boo
how can I be vegan?
When you leaner than any meat that I’ve eaten!
Pardon my French when I speak it
but damn! I gotta be dramatic with you
opposites can’t be the only attachment
because you’re my magnet
and we’re the same status
so it has to be something more than infatuation that has me attracted to you

Filed Under: Love

Societal Farmers

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Take a look at who you process

those innocent kids thrusted into

statistics

poverty

and trauma

then grew up

after coping with minimal help and understanding

but you did understand us!

At least enough to categorize us into statistics

before we had any choice in the matter

and yet you still sent us away

with extreme prejudice, without prejudice

throwing away the key

even though you knew where I’d be headed

you sounded no alarm

you shepherded me towards harm

I see, I was born to a farm

statistics was just me being forewarned

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Trauma

Your Love

November 8, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I feed your love

cuz I need your love

I breath your love

I bleed your love

can I be your love

can I be..yours..love?

cuz I need your love

I. need. your…love

just tell me you love me

just tell me you love me

just tell me you love…even if it aint me

no!

no wait, it can’t be!

please tell me you love me

please tell me you love me

love, this might be, the day I’ll drown

just like me?

then pray you’re found

cuz I’m lost,

a stray, I’m down

but-

I’ll climb up, and make you proud

cuz

I need your love

I breath your love

I bleed your love

can I be your love

can I be..yours..love?

cuz I need your love

I. need. your…love

so please need me

Filed Under: Love

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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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