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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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What it feels to be young

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

She craves genuine people, though she’s scared of the truth
She knows she’s beautiful, but attention is proof
She loves mature men, yet validated by youth
She wears spanks, push-up bras, and dies her hair at the roots
She loves work, but tired of heels and pantsuits
At home she jumps into a sweatshirt, leggings and goes out in Ugg boots
She watches TV, sips wine, while spooning a pint of ice cream
All while daydreaming about the days back when she was 19
Oh what it feels to be young

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Love will make you

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

The things that love will make you do
It’s made for two if you make your move
The things that love will make you do
The crazy things he made you do
The things that love will make you do
The amazing things he made for you
The things that love will make you do
Start making room, because love makes a groom
The things that love will make you do
It’s a maze, but an amazing view
The things that love will make you do
An amazing truth, just. made. for. you.

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Mind Trip

January 8, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

What’s a mind

if you dont mind

being mindless?

Would you be a mime

standing atop a mine

blind inside of a mine?

What’s the difference between a state of mind

and a mind trip

if you dont mind being mindless?

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Happy New Years

December 31, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I used to think that titles were cliche. A name needed to affirm the important things in our life. There’s never a better time to put titles to the test than when you are in a position to where you can’t give more than you recieve. Here’s to real friendship. Y’all never judged me. Never left me. Always believed in me. Always loved me regardless my circumstances. Where would I be, in my darkest moments, without y’all. 2017, the year y’all picked me back up after I was brought so low literally surviving 2016. Y’all always saw me for me, not my mistakes. Humanizing, when I was weighed down by my shame, guilt and loneliness, y’all restored my confidence, reminded me of my promise and gave me unconditional love amongst moments I cherished. Friends, the only cliche is that the title no longer does any justice to the meaning. Happy New Years, and thanks for always keeping it real with me, regardless what real meant at those times. I Love Y’all

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Dr. Russ

December 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

A lot of people say there is no change until you take responsibility for your actions..true and false, what’s responsibility minus identity? So to change would be to know oneself, inside and out, self knowledge brings about identity, purpose realization and then we arrive at responsibility…the reason so many can’t change because they have no frame of reference to concede to, and then to change you also must know why, why you reacted in the way you desire change from, none of that is accomplished without knowing yourself..so what questions must be asked? What do I like, why do I like it, what do I believe, where did that belief come from/why do I believe it..what makes me happy, why does it give me joy, to know that deeply is to know its reciprocal right? What do I want to be, why? Once these basic questions are known, you create a foundation of self knowledge, now all the little intangible questions and answers come into play and once you start knowing not only what, but why, then you can accept responsibility because what and why already highlighted at the least an identity, a pattern of behavior/ a realization, purpose then is always subjective, it’s never a definite but responsibility is once you know yourself, otherwise you’re accepting a right and wrong from a moral compass, or character that is not your own but an assumed or concocted summary of bad habits and ill affirmation that gets based a lot on trauma fears and past hang ups..Dr. Russ..

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Addict

December 4, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Chain smoke, binge drink
Pop pills, narcoma…
Inhaled lines, euphoria!
Crazy thoughts..scared of needles
Exhale leaves, picture perfect..no worries
Coming down, sick of life
Drink syrup..light darkens
Lucid dreams-echoed vibrations
Mirror-mirror on a caved in wall
I look down standing on a pile of broken glass
Asleep on a bed of needles, don’t wake me
I’m still broken, I may never feel whole again!
And then,
That love, real love, her love..
Pure! Inhale…
Exhale!
Intoxicating
New Drug, Love
Addicted!

 

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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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