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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Russell Wardlow

All We Have, Is

June 28, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

you and me
tied together, destiny
don’t you run from me
I’ll run to you

if we don’t last
least the moment did
that’s all I ask
’cause it’s all there is

Filed Under: Love

Knowing is the Start

June 28, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I needed you to see me
so I could see myself
I believed your sight much stronger
than mine own
your capabilities
empowering my own evolution
but I realized
you do not yet see yourself
with your own eyes
and the world has us both
more so than we believed
but alas, there still arises hope
because now we know

Filed Under: Mercy, Trauma

Foolishly Jaded Genies

June 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

taken for granted
by grant writers
granted, I am the grantee
before the granter
professing guarantees
to hearts of granite
nitpicking grants
but this gift was granted by the grandest
despite what they, I’ll do my damnedest

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How Did You Know?

June 26, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

ready mind?
reading mind
reading minds
read my mind
and we were one, the whole time

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Shh, for Our Sake, or Mine

June 26, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

for I have a secret, I can’t tell.
heavy is the heart, it dwells.
Crack! goes the shell.
yet silence, hailed!

for I have one of many,
secrets, I can’t tell!
and my silence may judge me
to a cell, in jail

or to hell,
with a half-empty, water pale.
bid me well,
or, farewell.

because I will never,
tell.
a hidden truth deep-rooted,
blossoms tales.

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Where Will You Be?

June 25, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

when I am free
where will you be?
where will you be,
when I am free?

will you be free,
when I am free?
will you be,
when I can be?

will you be,
where I can be?
will you be free,
when I am free?

will I be free
to be, me?
will you feel free,
where I can be?

can I ever be free,
not being me?
can you let me free
to be?

and if I, am me
can you be, I
therefore, I, am you
because being, is we

can this state, set you free?
free, to be, you,
free, to be, me,
free, to be, we?

this state, sets me free
so, where will you be,
when I am free?
will you too, be, free?

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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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