Addic-tions
Prescrip-tions
Afflic-tions
Convic-tions
Constric-tions
Conflicted Deci-sions
Ten-sion
Drifted vi-sion
Commitment is prison
Content with colli-sions.
Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
Addic-tions
Prescrip-tions
Afflic-tions
Convic-tions
Constric-tions
Conflicted Deci-sions
Ten-sion
Drifted vi-sion
Commitment is prison
Content with colli-sions.
My eyes teeter open – I’ve lost focus, yet remain hopeful
My conscious quakes, eyelids cascade, my thoughts seem vocal
I yearn to be seen as I see in my dreams, but that’s the illusion
An unwelcomed confusion – when these blissful imageries turn into morbid intrusions.
I wish we could talk just today
But your mom just hung up the phone
I didn’t know what to say
So I just hummed all alone
I kept the phone to my ear
I admit I was hurt
The silent tone was too clear
She made it all about her
I made mistakes, I’m not perfect
That’s why I’m not at home with ya
But she tries to hurt me on purpose
So I’m left lookin at pictures
She loves the power she has
To accept or deny
But Trey, I’m forever your dad
And son, grown men cry
If you ever feel empty
Don’t turn it to hate
Because that turns into envy
And love is too great
I’m not there like I want
But I’ll still grow and be better
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREY
Hope you get my card and my letter
Today I can share your birthday with the worldMy lil man, I’m glad you weren’t a girl
My lil king, daddy loves you, crazy boy
My love is your throne, kick back on a La-Z boy
I love your laugh, you act just like me
Crazy, funny, wild and tough, just like me
Astronaut or president, just might be
But you’re already better than being ‘just like me’
You say you wanna get old to say bad words
I would take the blame but your genes are half hers
You’re already 5, lil man time flies
I got backstage passes to your limelight
Daddy’s away but it’s ok cuz your mother’s with ya
So eat the cake til the day I can cut it with ya
I missed the days I could snuggle under covers with ya
But I’ll spend today hoverin ya lovely pictures
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREYVAN
Blue – my – life,
My – skies, my – mind
Oh- My – God
My- word, my – tongue tied
Seen the truth-
behind the things I used to view as lies
Scenic view-
Behind the things I used to use to hide
Kinda this- kinda that
Connoisseur – of all kinds of things
now time for this- my crime was that
But I’m doing time for all kinds of things.
I wonder if she knows what she lost, now that she left
I know now what I’ve gained, now that I’ve lost
Now that I’m lost
Caught in the fog
I smell the exhaust
Coughin’, coffin?
Caught in-
Between overly cautious
And dauntless
Hostile or hostage
Sweat fills my arm pits
But now, the street a carpet
I need a seat belt harness
With every step I’m carsick
The road is my home
To view to experience – there’s so much now I know
Green light – I found my drive, I had to let her go
But I wonder if she’ll ever know…