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Russell Wardlow

Prodigal Apology

April 11, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Dear Father
I’m sorry
for you know my heart
where the full extent of this is written
and known in the land that loves silence
from which it came
born from my Mother
where I will one day return
I commune with you there
yet seldom bring you back with me when I leave
and this is why I grieve

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Trauma

God Made Dirt, and Dirt Don’t Hurt

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

you are as beautiful as dirt
dirt is as beautiful as you
life is just too beautiful
for me to distinguish a value
between one and two
when one is you
though you make two
because without the one
there is no two
and without the two
there is no,
me and you
therefore, you are as beautiful
as the ground you stand
keeping you upright
walking with your head in the clouds
where we first met
and on and on and on
we went
so I can’t remember
which one of us fell first
all I know is
God made dirt
and dirt don’t hurt!

Filed Under: Love

Stumped into Submission

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

a world leader once said,
and I’m paraphrasing-

if you want to see the values
or culture of a society
open its prison doors.

and the ancient Egyptians said,
the music of a land
shows the culture of that land

what do these things say
about the people
we have become

blame and accountability
are tools of damnation
responsibility,
the only means
for redemption and restitution

but responsibility
is given to the powerless
while imposed by the powerful
as well carried out for the powerless
by the powerful

one could say
responsibility
is a fourfold matter of
perspective position power and politics

is democracy
really the voice of the people
or an ominous voice
to the people
who’ve yet to realize
they’ve lost their voice
as a “people?”

Filed Under: Trauma

If a Prisoner was a Politician

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I recently heard a prisoner say,
“we invest in weapons of mass destruction
but not in the uplifting
of the lowest class of people”
slightly paraphrased
so the message can be clear
now reflect
…
has war-
its potential
and preparation-
become our sole identity?
what are we defending against
when we are mostly defending a fence
built to keep some out
and some in-
whether borders
or prisons-
or destroy those
with different worldviews
billions of dollars in aid given
to those unable to defend themselves
but America, I say to you
what about us
where is the investment in us
a handout, is not an investment
it is a crippling
it creates stagnation
and resentment
with the allusion and benefit
of rewarded ineptitude
creating competing class views
detaching the masses from the few
so the weapons of mass destruction
are really the lack of investment
in our urban locations,
schools, teachers,
jobs, women, and youth

Filed Under: Inside, Trauma

I know I am, but so are You

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

institutionalization
is conformity
systems indoctrinate institutions
institutions administer people
systems classify organizations and organisms
people are organisms
people create organizations
people are products of systems
society is a system
prison is a system
just in case my intentions aren’t clear
society, you are institutionalized too
and I’m the prisoner
you seek to reform and adjust
from my imprisoned institutionalization
to cohabit an environment
and be blindly institutionalized like you
but if you can’t recognize it
maybe I should be less like you
instead of seen as
less than you
because clearly
at least one of us
as a more realistic
and developed, point of view
so, I know I am
but if you don’t realize that you are
then what are you?

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Trauma

“A” is for Abstractions- Synonym for Detachment

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

this world
this blessed world
is a chaotic and neurotic world
is full of distractions!
and …
well, so I am
as well
I am even one of them
or many
this world, and I
this world of mine
this world, is mine
so I shall go inside
and quiet my world
bringing order to chaos
and discipline to distractions

lo, I was born from a “syn”-
nonym of detachment
don’t give me a break
fore the way of true grade
deserves an “A”
for abstractions

Filed Under: Spirit

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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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