Prose of a Con

Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

Inside

Eyes Open

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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.

 

 

High Strung

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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.

Love Don’t Live Here

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I woke up and opened my eyes to iniquities –

Lies, cries, duplicity and insincerity

Despise, pride and enmity nearing me

Disguised eyes, chastised, surmise and the rise of enemies

In the absence of identity –  Lord grant me serenity

Because Love Don’t Live Here

Prison Became Part of My Story

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Prison became a part of my story
That would start up my story
I’m talkin about my journey to glory
Not the gurney before me
Because I was the dead walkin
now I’m dying to live
I’m more for ted talkin
Reachin out and tryin to give
I was a kid lost in this world
Caught in a maze of lessons
Now I have kids caught in this world
Lost in a maze of questions
Ironic, the height of my rise
When I was brought to my knees
Iconic, the life in my eyes
When every cough and a sneeze had me nauseous and weak
My new vocational reach
Is motivational speech
Because that pain that’s in you
Is the pain that’s in me
But rain brings change and re-news
So you can shift from blame and aim at your peak
In every way you unique
Everyday is a feat
So my way is to speak
To make a way for the weak, to make a way thru their week

I Know

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I know how it feels to lose it all –

Because of a mistake or have it taken from you

To withdraw – you don’t feel any part of your heart

Not that it’s breaking, it’s just breaking from you

To feel naked, vacant, ached and displaced

When facing something or someone adjacent to you

To lose faith – but that’s satan or your own creation

Taking up space so revelations don’t make it to you.