Too smart for my own good
too smart to do no good
but too smart is no good
the judge said,
I was ‘too smart’ before he BANGED the wood!
sentencing me as, “too smart, for good”
Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
Too smart for my own good
too smart to do no good
but too smart is no good
the judge said,
I was ‘too smart’ before he BANGED the wood!
sentencing me as, “too smart, for good”
I have a question
why when our public servants make mistakes
they are able to plea for forgiveness and vow change
and time and time again
despite broken promises
they are given the same chances
when they are critically judged in the court of public opinion
or even in the court of law
there’s always a cry of mercy duly granted
yet when people like me mess up
well our positions are shown
because there is no mercy
there is no chance of forgiveness
nor an ear to hear our vows for change
there’s only vitriol and mercilessness
no one appears on news channels protesting our charge and court mistreatment
or scrutinizing the public and legal system for the due process we get handed down
…just a thought
Gotta get used to talking about myself if I want the world to know me
eh mhm, speaking for myself-
I’m a real raw deep and a passionate individual, strong dedicated with a destination but just not sure exactly what direction and avenues that are definite.
I guess I’m just used to paving my own paths, but I’m not confident that the world will allow that once I come back to it after the past I came from.
Im kinda sarcastic goofy and witty, spontaneous, funny, but poetic.
I don’t like selling myself because I’m used to speaking others up, deflecting my lack of self confidence that has followed me like a shadow my whole life, even at moments now.
Words are great, but can be thin and manipulating, if not just misleading, so I’m more of an experience.
I live in moments, in the action, not the prelude, though I like suspense, I’m more apt to change the ending with anything but normal twists and turns, because I like being audacious and daring.
Pressing buttons and comforts is exciting.
I like authenticity, and wish people can just roll of vibes instead of over thinking feelings, that way I dont feel too weird by not adhering to social norms that only serve to repress than flourish our ability to connect naturally. I’ve turned this dark moment into light, so I can see my way out on the other side, I just prefer someone there to meet me.
We’ll see.
I’m more me than I’ve ever been now, even though I’m in prison, I’m Free!
Ironic I know.
I do miss meeting new faces…free faces, and connecting with women most, uh, what’s a man without them?
Not much, I figured that much out myself but regardless of my situation I won’t settle or put up, that led to too many problems in my yesterdays, what’s lessons if not learned from?
I’m not one to hide or deny my affection.
I mean at the core we all just want to feel like somebody feels us right? Wanting someone to take leaps and chase passion with, embracing difference and making each moment mean something.
That’s why instead of just writing poetry, I want to create it with not only the world, but someone willing to spend a few moments with me, and learn my truth, and share theirs, because life is art, and each moment is poetic, so hopefully you’ll see the beauty in reading this, and get the feeling that I’m just like you.
Memories can either start with a hi or a bye, I’ve had enough bye’s over the years to never forget what it feels like, so I wanna experience something different, I want more Hi’s and highs in my life
I’ve been spoken for by so many titles and past actions, that speaking for myself is almost strange.
Maybe someone will like or at least accept my spoken word, I mean, what’s a story or writing without the author’s voice?
I only feel when I’m threatened or stressed
I have to go thru something to feel something
to feel valuable
when nothing happens, I feel dead
but everything I react to intensely
as if it’s life or death
I have no medium
in traumatized people
we have hyperactive amygdalas
which may dull our prefrontal cortex
so I have less filter…
all I am, is the moment at hand
either up or down
full of extreme changes
and this is the only explanation you’ll get,
that makes any sense
I’m always either one of two extremes
Psychotherapists should look to set up in prisons
if they really wanna make a difference
unless they weigh potential success
versus inheriting a subject’s duress
Prison’s mental health is offering meds
creating more addictions just to take off the edge
never fixing what society wanted changed
never fixing the traumatic anxiety in our brains
made to accept normalcy within our chains
even a psychotherapist would understand that that’s deranged
I’m a cultural war
I’m a culture at war
I’m a casualty of war
I’m a casualty at war
I’m a cultural casualty
I’m a casualty of culture
My casualty is war
My culture is war
with casualties in my wake and before
I was a counter cultural Wardlow
losing many battles…but never the War-dlow
I will be what I am
as I am
because a Wardlow,
is who I am
R.I.P. William Henry Wardlow aka Omaha Shorty, Shorty Wardlow
better known as, MY GrandPa- the name pride and absolute best of us