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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

Until They Can, I Will

May 6, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I have to be
what I couldn’t be
for beings
that have been
but can’t be
free us
free me
free them
freedom,
so we can be,
free,
to be
as We
in Me
with Me
in You
with You
until then
I am Us
and We bout that life
this life
Our Life Lived
WayOfLife

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Spirit

Ra-Hotep

May 6, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if not grace
propelling love
to create
how would I be
love
creates
peace
creation

Filed Under: Love, Mercy

Got a Grip

May 6, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

you want me
to come out
a hard worker’s grip-
calloused
but callouses
peel
and love
heals
and grip
is strengthened
not lost
I held on
I’ll hold strong

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Twin Flames

April 4, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

she travelled the world
I couldn’t
yet we connected
spirits traversing space
I journeyed her
a world of her own

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Special Touch

April 4, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

heat’s touch would melt me-
both to,
and to be-
but for now,
I exist only as wax
to which a candle can never be made
without intimacy’s wick,
the spark of touch
and you,
for ‘we’
would glow in the dark

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Carry On

April 4, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

her branches,
stubborn as rigamortis

her foundation,
deep as roots

her trunk,
wide as family

her leaves,
present

and her reach,
parted the clouds

and she grew,
as it rained

for her soil,
is love

and no winds,
could sway her

and no weather,
could uproot her

and the seasons,
lauded her resilience

because her essence,
was as a tree

a tree of-
life
prosperity
and health

and let it be so, she said

unmoved by challenges of the coming days
she lived in the now
her being reverberating an omnipresence
and her constance became a symbol for

life
prosperity
and health

ase(pronounced ah-Shay)

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

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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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