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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

Sound of God, or Love

May 5, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

first language was silent
utterances decrypted by observance
responses absorbed in contemplation
and answers born from discernment
but we were given voices
that it may not be left to our lonely,
desperate and worldly imaginations
fathoming the many sounds of “God”

or,
if you prefer it,
“Love”

and who is it
whom seamless fairs
in deciphering message
from messenger
by foreign rituals of
observance,
contemplation,
discernment?

as One,
begets the Other
whether heard
or deafened

either way, nature
and your voice
sound just like “God”

or,
if you prefer it,
Love!

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Plant Kingdom

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

if seeds spoke,
they’d say to earth…

open up
and offer me room
I will not only show you life
but give it
I will die and be reborn
the cycle of life revealed in me
you will carry nurture and sustain me
until the universe demands my arrival
and upon my apotheosis
we shall establish a world together
built from the kingdom of our heart’s desires

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Exchange

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I will teach you life from my eyes
and all I ask,
is to remember love from yours

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Read Into This

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

where are you at right now?
I would like to drop everything
and meet you there.

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Will and Choice

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

my growth
doesn’t mean your growth
your growth doesn’t mean I grow
but we can both be
an example of growth
for one another
now all that’s left
is will and choice

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It’s More than Sex

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

noticing
the whole world
has been posturing
in a purposeful pose
and position of sex
constant procreation
deeply contemplative
instinctive
and projects
never losing poise
position
focus
nor balance
staying in a yogic state
the yoke of life…

reflecting,
processing…

I’d like to have meditative sex
sex where one’s imagination
is not wasted on the body
being its primary focus
but the storehouse united with another’s
a world created from two visions
aligned as one
and the bodies
yield and express the magnetic surges
of divine power
as we have created a world
in our image
from our own minds
and hearts

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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