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Recognizing a Black History Month Shero

February 1, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

This month we should not only be honoring our ancestors that pushed through the veils and walls of resistance, speaking truth to power, unwavering in their beliefs, surmounting all odds for the generations to come, even at the cost of their own lives and inability to see the very impact and trails they blazed, but we should also celebrate and acknowledge, not just the black heroes with public fanfare, but those civil local personal and neighborly heroes we witness day to day, suffering in silence, but pushing on, carry forward, nevertheless with
resilience being the very definition of each breath.

This month, I honor Andrea Dunlap.

For your unparalleled struggle and striving to survive when the odds of success have been as unlikely and cruel as your very condition. But you cling to life with no reason but your own, masking your pain and executing with elegance and unrelenting character beyond reproach or excuse to the likes of strong souls from our ancestral past, I believe you have conjured the unequaled resolve of Harriet Tubman. And I salute you Solja, a real Sojourner of Truth! because although you’ve had every reason, Maya Angelou, still you rise, still you love, still, you smile, still, you live!

To the unknowing eyes, life has not been fair to you, but to the spiritual sound and wise, you have chosen a life to which you can develop the utmost character, resolve and moral imperative of the soul, and the body has been your very accelerator. I applaud and I celebrate your life and I highlight you in my spiritual and physical heart this month and commemorate your essence for lifetimes. There are lessons in struggles and you have taught me many.

Keep striving sista, I salute your mind, body, and soul. You have embodied the very strength and ability of human will and the divine power sourced within the body to fight and hold back all adversaries that threaten finality.

Through it all, you’ve nurtured even when uncared for and you have exemplified a mother of wisdom and love, developing a man from a boy being both parents in one, while fighting through a body of attacks brought on by Lupus, you are a survivor! And I am proud of you and look up to you and your courage, I’m proud to know you, to call you friend, and to hold love for you in my heart. You have consistently been one of my greatest fans and empowered me way before I thought to believe confidence in myself or know what it was that I had, you helped grow the man I am steadily becoming, and all I succeed at will be a testament to people like you in my life who never stopped believing and encouraging me, and only wanting to see me at my best, doing my best, and smiling while at it.

Thank you, Andrea, for helping me find myself as a black king, giving me copies of information of my culture, and endless selfless support, you taught me how to fight for life without a complaint, you are one of my Heroes…Heroines!

Keep seeking and summoning through silence, solace, spirit, and sanctuary in secret!

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Audaciousness

January 29, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

tenacity
voracity as opposed to veracity
audacity!

you can NOT, be timid
you must be ferocious!
you have to broach the conservative posts and host the onus–
for the new status quotas,
and vanguard the new standards formed
engrossed in the tumultuous mulch of high hopes versus
oaths cloaked in postponement
and poach the lines of encroachment
and own it!
embracing each proponent and component of opponents
knowing they are only lessons appearing adversarial at first,
all wrapped in moments like togas
willing to be whistled for offsides and offense
to set a new rule that prods and pokes pretense
and doesn’t masquerade mask nor pretend,
because your presence contends with reticence in the setting of new precedence
damn it, you may even have to be heretical if not only blasphemous!

iconic
trailblazer
visionary
mogul
transcendent
creator
shaper
innovator
teacher
lead by the samples of your examples to be sampled for example of how the mantle can be handed and handled by the sampled examples of your example!

you have to track the tapestry of travesty and tragedy and trace the trajectory of triumph and tribulation
leaving a tire’s trail, temperature, and totem
as a tale of your tape to be taped measured,
outlined and cut out from a different thread count of cloth
forming a T-shirt you clothe yourself in and wear proudly, boldly, audaciously!
modeling the new trend of a self-determination not to be trifled with, tricked, or trampled on!

your past is but a trailer not your titanic
your presence is your tried and true trident and trophy!
and your future is your tailor,
fitting your ties tuxedos and gowns on your fruitful road to fruition

a message should never tire nor expire
but inspire the entire out and inliers to aspire
to transcend the crossed wires and rewire a new attire
a new desired empire of revolutionary sympathizers
where the revolutions of evolution are the essential contribution of the message, being-
the messengers always build on and go further!
finding comfort in going higher!
with new insights that inspire the entire empire!
to never expire nor retire but proudly perspire

as you seek incite invite and ignite new movements within each new generation from their ancestral advisors

chomping at the bit with incisors amidst criticizers to legitimize a new tool that was once aforementioned as illegitimate
by prejudicial prerequisites placing most at deficits
but now this new legitimacy is almost likened to intimacy being a ‘too legit to quit’ vision of
rebellion against antebellum rhetoric and neo-liberalisms ‘inch by inch’ incentives making progress never too far from revisionism
masked by political savvy jousts, debased debating decorum, privileged quips, and legal penmanship
but the ‘new’ definite
this existential exigence is the breath of the new exodus
experience over an expert’s testament

and our spirits are the infinite weapon no longer being insufficient or impotent for its invisibleness but
a continuing symbolism of a prevailing wisdom that
a consciousness risen renders the fears of any physical feats until
those feet can’t help but to leap stride run with relentless fervor
not exempt of fear but full of courage because it epitomizes limitlessness
fore bravery is but a fear faced

and if it hasn’t dawned on you yet
I am the dawn of a new dawn
what I am saying is
I will fear no form in no form or fashion
and my fashion is formlessness formed by former fears I faced until I formed this fashion

I will persevere through,
and penetrate any structures and spheres that impose upon my being to be a limitless expressive being

I don’t and won’t
do not and will not
allow fear to have the last word!
even when I feel it trying to pry upon my surface, demanding to be served
I will silence it like the finalizing bang of a judges gavel
issuing a decree that is subject to nothing but love-
that illustrious fruit which blossoms from the majestic tree of life!
because I already have that which I desire the moment I decided it is mine for me to have
potential is but a process for claiming, for realization
the road to actualization, manifestation

and none
no one
can take that from me
a gift is given, not taken
and I have gifted myself to desire to build onto what I have been born gifted with

handling my god-given gifts with grace
so it grates greed into a grave grounded by gravity
which I glide upon, standing strongly and high above my lows and woes as WayOfLife Wardlow
I’ve worked tirelessly to harness and continue mastering this limitless energy
some moments more finicky trying to finesse this infinite chemistry into an ethereal synergy

your sanctions and arbitrary rules laws and structures will not forecast by disposition belief nor ability
my perception bows to no-thing established in fear or impermanent and earthbound,
not even my own personas unless it is my ‘two sons’ like, Arizona
reverence to my parents and all that loved me into being

I am and will remain to ever embolden my audacity
I transcend this body by my body of work ignited by my bodiless body’s body of work!
and the spirit never gets tired and only knows how to put in work!

and I’m done trying to teach it debilitating depressive regressive and limiting tricks
and if you choose not to recognize this state I speak of as if it actually exists
this state of normality at each of our core, than that is your prerogative
and maybe I can reach you in your own time and space, just as I too was reached in mine

because subservience to fear and to the subjugation of emotions manipulated to keep me docile coddled and stuck in place is not my idea of freedom!

if right now you adhere to an over fear of form and a catering capitulation to the functioning formalities created thenceforth,

then my reality will always be one of quite some nerve
and you may then substitute it from what I believe to be normalcy,
to what you may believe to be one of audaciousness…that is, if your adjectives could be so kind

Filed Under: Culture, Spirit, Trauma

Some Relatives, You Choose

January 17, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

it’s a weird thing
to ponder constructs
and relativity
when things like, construction
triggers me

although it alludes
to building and renewal
at the same time
that very theme
is in a partisan duel

debating more constructs
and multimillion-dollar buildings
which serve to further stunt
and imprison me
what a poignant symmetry

Filed Under: Culture

How Amazing My People Are

November 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

this is how amazing my people are

despite living
because of economic
and systemic terrorism
my people still keep their player-isms

as the black man’s life is in peril
from prison industrial imperialism
while every day for a black woman
is unheralded heroism

and I try not to get too color-specific
when courting women’s characteristics
but this country makes my conscience guilty
if I decided to go on and date a white woman that didn’t get it

just pay attention
I’m not a color critic
this isn’t
an indictment against other genders

nor other colors and cultures
it’s just embracing the truth of mine
and giving it its due exposure
before my current life cycle is over

Filed Under: Culture, Love

You Title This…

October 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

how can Black lives matter,
if I gotta say, Black Lives Matter?!
I’m just a Black guy,
dealing with Black Life matters
my black life battered!
a black guy born with two black eyes,
screaming, “Black Lives Matter!”
my exhale is like hacked bagpipes,
my being jack-knifed going thru Black Life matters
but this is just but one,
of my Black Life chapters
because, Freedom and Peace
is the only thing this Black Life after!

Way is the Word
WayWords
Way’sWords
(spread the message)

Filed Under: Culture, Spirit

Contagious Connections

October 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if you’re sick
I’m sick
because universal contract tracing says
we are all connected
therefore, your breath is vital to me
because my breath is vital to you
since we breathe, and share the same air
it shouldn’t take a pandemic,
to paint this picture
though it took one
to create more distance

Filed Under: Culture, Love, Spirit

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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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