Russell Wardlow

I’m on a sabbatical
from being tapered, or collared like a clavicle
I’m off the hook now like a radical
yet methodical and tactical
practically impractical
or visa versa, virtuous sporadic and magical
irrationally rational
or visa versa, au natural faux pas and fanatical
my outlook is urban-house, funky hip-classical
glass half full, admirable, and a passionate casserole
of will, and manifested gratification in moments far from gradual
my outreach urban-dressy-casual
all this to say, in a way,
I’m all natural, au natural, and awe natural
I’m the “Original. WayOfLife. National.”

I’m coming
nothing is subtle
ain’t no rebuttals
start pissing your puddles
hop into your bubbles
when visiting Russell
a wizard to muggles
it figures you’re puzzled
you trembling, ruffled
resembling muzzles
I’m gentle but scuffle
my temperament suffers
when mentioning struggles
my enemies pretend to be lovers
but when I leave the vicinity…strategies casually after me, blasphemy captioned with casualties, captured me gradually…
so I’m dissembling cuddles
their hugs are akin to a huddle
rekindling mumbles
obscenities uttered
I hear it, they stutter
my temple won’t shutter
that’s word to the bird or my mother
the urge converting the nerves in my stomach
purging in summers-came into the light
diverting from rubbish
befriend me or grumble
my vision was tunneled
the minutes had funneled
some memories fumbled
came in from the jungle
condensed in with others
came out in a shuttle
WayOfLife out of space
but flying into the rubble
transcending transient damage and troubles
with a vantage that’s humbled
was stranded and landed with luggage
now I’m bandaged with a hand full of wonders

sacrifice, to me
is a way of life
my, way of life
I’m not a kamikaze-ist
I’m not suicidal…all the time
and I don’t have a martyr complex…at this moment
but when self preservationist and I collide
I’m radioactive, toxic, chaos, and explosive
as it would appear to them, I’m incapable of composure
and they are somehow more settled civilized and composed
preserving something that is beyond my threshold of understanding and ability
so they caution themselves to me
because their fear of death
and ego of believing themselves being the sole life to carry on something bigger than me
and apparently, however contradictive, bigger than them
though they may not say it
their actions are indicative of that line of reasoning
and my rambunctious way of being all the way out there is impractical
and destined to fail
as if to say,
the same things I’m willing to die for
is less than the thing they are unwilling to die for
yet wanting to live for
but how many of the living, and whatever they moralistically stood for, have become immortalized
and though this question seems like I have a death wish
which I don’t
I merely don’t fear it as much as others
so I speak to it casually
as if it’s not different than life
but how many have died and the message they lived behind became immortalized
it would seem to me
that my way, my WayOfLife
isn’t so impractical and destructive
since our world doesn’t properly appreciate anything, including life
until life has ran out
until time has ran out
until supplies has ran OUT!
that my way of thought is more constructive to our spoiled and detached society
although we’d like to believe something more
and see ourselves as more
we aren’t
we’re still primal, savage, sensationalists, and archaic in our line of reasoning
per the information available to us now that is
because back in antiquity
this wouldn’t even be a line needing to be drawn
or a topic of discussion
this very thing would be heresy so to speak
to cling so strong to a life that is impermanent
as to preserve something that is also,
impermanent
because all things change
and so do we
we just change backward
and fool ourselves that we are moving forward
with one processive, timid step at a time
because ‘change takes time’
is a slow process of growth that we’ve bought into
to feel better with our slow, unproductive foot forward
but the truth is, ‘time takes change’
once you wrap your mind around that
you’ll understand each line I said and see my point more clear
for the moment before denial and doubt confronts your conformed, boxed, and sensationalist mindsets
because frankly
you’re all just like the rest
unless you’re not
until you’re not
’til then, you are a KNOT
viewing my Way Of Life, my very moniker, as a NOT
that you are tied to not trying to understanding and thinking against
if I die
my wrongs will be spoke of
but my WayOfLife will have the biggest platform it could ever imagine
and though that’s a sad way to think
but it gives me more value of the moments I have to live hard for the things I love
so death won’t disappoint who I was, and what I cared for
and therefore, living makes my thrill for change
and my excitement for the generations to come
so much more…explosive! 😉
death is only ‘a’ beginning