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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Happy birthday Trey!

August 15, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Today I can share your birthday with the worldMy lil man, I’m glad you weren’t a girl

My lil king, daddy loves you, crazy boy

My love is your throne, kick back on a La-Z boy

I love your laugh, you act just like me

Crazy, funny, wild and tough, just like me

Astronaut or president, just might be

But you’re already better than being ‘just like me’

You say you wanna get old to say bad words

I would take the blame but your genes are half hers

You’re already 5, lil man time flies

I got backstage passes to your limelight

Daddy’s away but it’s ok cuz your mother’s with ya

So eat the cake til the day I can cut it with ya

I missed the days I could snuggle under covers with ya

But I’ll spend today hoverin ya lovely pictures

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREYVAN

Filed Under: Inside, Love, Spirit

Woeman

August 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I see the ache, the pain 

In your face you try to erase 

With make up – 

The things in your way

That you embrace and take everyday

After you wake up

Filed Under: Culture, Trauma

Blue-My-Life

August 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Blue – my – life,

My – skies, my – mind

Oh- My – God

My- word, my – tongue tied

Seen the truth-

behind the things I used to view as lies

Scenic view-

Behind the things I used to use to hide

Kinda this- kinda that

Connoisseur – of all kinds of things

now time for this- my crime was that

But I’m doing time for all kinds of things.

Filed Under: Inside, Mercy, Trauma

Phantom

August 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Run away from the light

Lock me safe in the dark

Fall in love with my lies

Don’t pick my truth apart

You won’t like what you see

And I tend to agree

I don’t pretend to be me

Every second I flee

I want to blend with the breeze

But I end up debris…

 

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

Succubus

August 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Hurt- people, hurt people

But you said I made you feel good-

You’re so cerebral, so evil

I succumbed to the pain in knowledge once I’ve understood

You’re so lethal, a sewing needle

You reap what you sew, or soe, but so…

You’re so ego, your soul leaves you

but yet I’m still there in tow.

 

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

Agonize

August 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Woe, to the misery sang in soliloquys

Vanity…a dead rose to expose emotional fragility

Ironic – hurt feelings from losing touch

When reality becomes -numb-from-going through so much.

Filed Under: Culture, Trauma

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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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