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Russell Wardlow

misogyny

February 20, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Woman
oh, woman
wherefore art thou
how can your mystery be solved?
why do I believe that you are just to be desired
and your words only entice
how can I not peer at your cleavage
and believe it an invite
how do I not salivate over your angles
and succumb to an appetite
why do I turn your gaze into a wick
fueling me to ignite
how can even your cordial laughs and casual touches
become an added attribute that incites
why do I sexualize your every nuance
seeing you for far less than your insight
why do I fantasize less of sunlight in your presence
dreaming more of midnights
why does my male ego and its exploits
believe your advancements a personal plight and indict
woman
oh woman
how doth my quandary
or am I just left to evolve?

Filed Under: Culture, Love

Cast Away

February 19, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Preyed upon by light

I pray for darkness

a grim body cast

shielding my skin from the eyeing rays of exposure

to which I fought my whole existence

having yet to live

These stark contrasts battle inside

at war with light

darkness will suffice

who doesn’t hide

I rather hide

I…. need….. to….. hide….

for peace of mind

exposure steals a piece of my-

peace of mind

too hard to confide

within these lighted confines

as if I’m sequestered by detectives

I feel the building of pressure

fumbling my coerced existence

it’s not easy from this point of view

being a spectacle

amongst the biggest spectator

my truth isn’t one size fit all

so why speak what wouldn’t be believed

I’m nothing and no one to be believed

or believed in

believe me

what’s belief but a strong thought

I’m too weak for any strength to be invoked upon

or summoned from me

faith doesn’t exceed beyond my fingers

nor sight

I see more at night seizing my nocturnal sunshine

please keep me asleep in the light of day

fore if I come to, I may be blind

shadows captured and depicted

on the outer feathers of your wings

what’s a candle’s glow inside of the sun

still hidden,

so even you, light, can be hidden

only to the darkness can you be seen

but I bid you good riddens

because you arrive without permission

enchanting my vision as with any glow

beautiful promises arise

either advertised, or implied

so imagine a bug’s surprise

allured to light

just to die

with not enough time lasting regrets of all kinds

you’re clever darkness-

your blanket is poised, peaceful, serene

though the light cuts at you with its mighty sharp and searing sword

slicing a seam of ripped unknown and within one crack you are soon probed,

discovered then destroyed

there’s never been enough room for you both like me,

darkness you’re so misunderstood

light is anything but understanding

empathetic or compassionate

its savage-like and impulsive!

raging its way through everyone’s life

conceding to nothing and no one.

A power truly unchecked

laughing at its counterbalance’s weak attempts

my regrets

my shame

my hurt

my heartache

my trauma

my truth

All vulnerable now because of your insincerity

I’m victimized yet again

falling prey to your self righteous ego

what gives you such majesty

who grants your divine-like supremacy

why are you more weapon to each wound revealing my wreckage

causing more hurt than healing

more nakedness than clothing

more questions than answer

more fear than love

boastfully claiming my access to fulfillment

decreeing my wholeness, telling me to stand upright

while the gravity of your shine buckles my knees

bearing the weight of your accusations

I am no masochist

how could I exalt my own torment

I feel like a sheep within the jaws of a wolf

never wanting your company

only privacy,

now my secrets to bare

embarrassingly my privates peered at by peers

I’m not ready

you force me

you push me

you entice and egg me on

leading me astray leaving me stranded to deal with my unfolding

my feared undoing

I held it together for so long but now I’m unraveled like the flowers

you shine down on

who are you to look down on me

you’re no different than the others

at least darkness comforts clothes and blankets me

coming around me like a warm embrace

not looking down at me like scalding discipline I’ll never…

wait someone is looking at me

someone sees me

how could…?

everyone is seeing me

noticing me

as I walk by

even moving around instead of thru me

oh great they’re just avoiding me

now that’s worst than being invisible

now that they see me, how could they now ever stand to look at me?

to be seen is to want to be loved but who will love me more questions more fears you see?!

torment

how can you see me

why do you even see me

why haven’t you turned away

turning yourself off in my unveiling

I’m no beautiful bride of any kind

a lowly morsel or shell of a man human,

more like it

I’m no gift,

I’m unpleasant just presently a presented present of pretense a peasant with no presence

and still you allow me

to stand in your glory

casting my own shadow

I have a shadow?!

before you…

all I’ve ever been was a shadow

how am I deserving of a follower

how is my symmetry worth outlines

I thought myself deformed now…

reformed without saying a word

you said all there ever was to say

showing me what my mind couldn’t conceive

just look at myself

lights embrace my arrival cascading in my wake

never leave me again fore I wasn’t ready for you

but now I’m unready without you

every fear hasn’t dissipate

quite a few still bubble at my surface

but I blend in

just another promising spirit to be shined upon

and darkness now casted away.

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Trauma

Out the Blue, True Friend, True Sister, True Angel

February 19, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I started believing in myself cuz u believed in me
and if u believe in it
then I always think to put my beliefs in it
then like the flower blooming from the concrete, I leave it cemented
and I’ve been relentless with my dreams since u woke me up
and if my mind is going nowhere fast, u somehow slow me up
I’ve been a man for years but u help to me grow me up
becuz at times I fall beneath my potential and u keep me owning up
I don’t know how u understand me
or even how u stand me
I really feel like we family
if we not, then what is a family
therapeutic when I can hear about your life just from this vantage
or if we talking prose of a con or talking Randi
u see me whole, even tho I’m damaged
and when it get too hard, u come in and help me manage
u always putting my struggles in perspective
with an effortless touch, u easily clear my perception
to me, in 31 years you’ve lived a life of perfection
that’s including the years and moments you’ve been prone to regret
tho it all worked for the glory of…so u shouldn’t regret it
the way I view u may be a lil excessive
but when preserving a symbol you gotta be protective
cuz when u choosing a best friend u gotta be selective
and when it comes to getting questions answered I come to u without a question
besides the question
I’ve relied on lesser
but I never have to worry about that when I head your direction
ever since my chipped tooth smile in that clustered colored sweater
when your hair touched your Achilles
you been the beezneez
I was blind and u helped me see things
now I can embrace my nature and behold what the breeze brings
back since tether ball and loose shoe strings
and the infatuation with mood rings
when I landed out the blue in two springs
you know back when u had hoop dreams
I’ve always known two things
that’s two deuces
and the definition of what ‘out the blue’ and ‘True’ means
my new life started after I met u though the contrast at first was too much
who would’ve known 20 or so years later this be our story and my new life would start again after we got in touch

you are the epitome of Grace and I love you to infinity and beyond!

Filed Under: Love

keep your proximity

February 18, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

she looked out the window
but she’s scared of heights
she looked out the door
its too cold outside
she lives in fear
fairy tales seem realer
she thinks love’s a horror flick
crusading emotional thrillers

so she hates Michael Jackson
cuz she only see’s a wolf
inside she’s just a sheep
alone on her hoofs
she’s escaped by details
she thinks what she sees is the truth
but remember, she believes in fairy tales
so real, isn’t proof

she’s complicated
but she’s basic
her body sacred
so she saves it
she’s abrasive,
she’s evasive
people are too invasive
she hates her space invaded

mixed feelings with religion…

her worst fear, are critics
fitting clothes, but keep your distance
don’t cross her line of scrimmage
she likes attention, but with limits
touching, needs permission
because she freezes in an instant
her past, is never mentioned
more than just a witness, she’s a victim…

so she looks out the window
but she’s scared of heights
and she looks out the door
its still too cold outside
see, she lives in fear
fairy tales feel realer
she thinks love’s a horror flick
reoccurring nightmares of Thriller

Filed Under: Culture, Trauma

seeking serenity

February 17, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Serenity, sweet serenity
surrendered at the hands of insanity
soul searching serpents
satisfy my sulking surface like sugar servings
solemnly sorting thru symptoms of shame
solutions in solace summoned,
slowly. shame. succumbs-
like solvent salts shrinking swollen glands
sinking inside the sunken seams of a sarcophagus
soaring in my deep sleep
seeking serenity,
sweet, sweet serenity

Filed Under: Mercy

energy never dies

February 16, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Opposites, no..
compliments attract
repelling and compelling
life is so
lust is so so
love is soooo compelling
energy attracts energy
united, a force
I reckon
together
we’re a force
unstoppable
immovable
majestic masters of gravity
the world is ours
as long as we’re one
but
if you want more
well…
compelling,
how oneness can become so repelling
but
energy attracts energy
so
someone else
somewhere
will be equally as compelling

Filed Under: Love

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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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