Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
Somehow love became a testimony of truth or fiction
We accuse and both too defensive
The proof in friction
That pollutes our vision
What ensues are new bruised decisions
Love takes two but who’s forgettin
The smallest things lose attention
So I wonder if still saying “I love you” will loosen tension
Transparent
No parents
And what’s apparent
A product of my environment – I’m a parrot
But now.. I’m a Parent
Notice me
Know this me
Know this thing
That we call love
Dopamines
Dope to me
Overdose..
Eyes open with no view in here
Hate fumed with the many hues in here
Closed minds with no room in here
The putrid perfume of doom looms in here
Time stole my dreams, no Martin Luther here
Pictures of my ex-stowed away like souvenirs
Lockdown, lights out
Loved ones barely write now
My sons are riding bikes now
My ex and baby mama got new dudes that they like now
Out of sight, out of mind
Out for mine, alpha mind
Make fire from the alkalines, just to cloud my mind
From these guys with their hand signs pantomimed
I’m dazed in this maze from my ways but I’ve paid the for the price
But dear Lord, I only feel safest at night.
I got the news-
You said the bruise was from a night of booze
The freedoms we lose by the allegiance we choose
What you viewed was a ruse – looted and polluted solutions
An arubics of gruesome illusions
With abuse that looms and consumes
Like a drug… withdraw or cope?
Confusing, the metaphysical intrusions
An emotional nuance or nuisance, fused with
The hue of jewels, inside of a tomb, tied to a noose
On the neck of a muse, just to amuze
And hide the truth
What beauty would blind
With your mind consumed, you viewed your doom,
Proof- to the delusions of love- the knot in the rope.
Black feet- black cleats- Athlete- Black dreams
Black fleece- bah bah black sheep- black swan
Black Maybach, black man in the back seat- black streets
Black mask- black duffle bag- black thundercat
If money is over everything..then name everything under that
Black heart- black eyes – black tar, add veins
Black pain- back pain- got a lotta weight on me,
And my family waiting on me- so it’s hard to be patient
Pacing- angst in fate- facing hate- placing blame
Ached with shame- chasing gains- til you make it rain-
Til you make a name- but still, oiled skin,
Add rain, black horse, add reins- black trophies,
Add chains, green paper, add change- black life, add strain
Black face, add vain- black hoodie, add aim!