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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

Missed Fortune

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

When I was stuck,

you was just a phase

when I only saw myself,

you was just a face

when I had lost it,

you took its place

and when I needed to breath,

you took up space

when I found you at first,

you told me your name was Ms Fortunate

but go figure, I misunderstood

unfortunately,

you were just a misfortune

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Made for two

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I said I miss her
I heard she missed me too
impossible bullseye;
feeling kiddish
days you missed being young
experiencing first times;
ode to clichés in needed distance
I’m more fond
I pray she is;
knew what was lost
figured I’d deal
but she is extra-ordinary… I am sheepish;
baaaaaaad choices
when patience is an option
some things shouldn’t be controlled;
unclear air now polluted
inhaling your own toxins
will take its toll;
needed the window re-opened
or the blinds shut
I just needed to know;
mourned its open casket
dreaded what now lay lifeless
but I hope a greeting, is all it needed to grow;
I made my move
she’d make me move
but love is what we’re made to do;
answers are made for y’s
crossed t’s and dotted lines
plus U and an I was made for two;

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Attracted to you

November 9, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Full and luscious lips-cherry black as her African roots
defined neckline
graced from a symmetrical jawline
connecting a scrumptious chin travelling thru
hair interweaved and tied up upon your head like a basket of fruits
watching you walk past brings me back to my youth
you raw and real, you an extravagant truth
your mentality makes you established
confidence built better than average
and still you rise, despite all that’s happened to you
purpose in every second, time is accident proof
every moment is magic
just imagine, and poof!
If you open the door
I’ll conquer your floor
and go after your roof
I’ll keep you on your tip toes as if you’re tapping your shoes
if you searching for completion, just add me to you
and allow gravity to do the things that gravity do
I don’t mean to be graphic
I just grapple with gradual truths
the way your spirit sings out, I think I see Gladys in you
even behind your glasses
you’re like a lioness in tall grass
you’re wine in a tall glass
you kinda rash
I love peeking at your raw nature, don’t change,
because I’m glad this is you
I rather grab at your attention, then grasping at straws
if lust is war, casual casualties aren’t collateral-
when our needs are compatible boo
how can I be vegan?
When you leaner than any meat that I’ve eaten!
Pardon my French when I speak it
but damn! I gotta be dramatic with you
opposites can’t be the only attachment
because you’re my magnet
and we’re the same status
so it has to be something more than infatuation that has me attracted to you

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Your Love

November 8, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I feed your love

cuz I need your love

I breath your love

I bleed your love

can I be your love

can I be..yours..love?

cuz I need your love

I. need. your…love

just tell me you love me

just tell me you love me

just tell me you love…even if it aint me

no!

no wait, it can’t be!

please tell me you love me

please tell me you love me

love, this might be, the day I’ll drown

just like me?

then pray you’re found

cuz I’m lost,

a stray, I’m down

but-

I’ll climb up, and make you proud

cuz

I need your love

I breath your love

I bleed your love

can I be your love

can I be..yours..love?

cuz I need your love

I. need. your…love

so please need me

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Mind Your Heart

November 8, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

How much can the heart bear?

you can’t answer that with mind’s logic

only heart’s experience.

The mind and its wars-

makes a soldier.

But battles of the heart,

makes a warrior.

Fortitude finding it’s fortress in depth, not surface

the heart can bear anything

it’s the mind that will cave first.

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Better if I Say it

November 1, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Gotta get used to talking about myself if I want the world to know me

eh mhm, speaking for myself-

I’m a real raw deep and a passionate individual, strong dedicated with a destination but just not sure exactly what direction and avenues that are definite.

I guess I’m just used to paving my own paths, but I’m not confident that the world will allow that once I come back to it after the past I came from.

Im kinda sarcastic goofy and witty, spontaneous, funny, but poetic.

I don’t like selling myself because I’m used to speaking others up, deflecting my lack of self confidence that has followed me like a shadow my whole life, even at moments now.

Words are great, but can be thin and manipulating, if not just misleading, so I’m more of an experience.

I live in moments, in the action, not the prelude, though I like suspense, I’m more apt to change the ending with anything but normal twists and turns, because I like being audacious and daring.

Pressing buttons and comforts is exciting.

I like authenticity, and wish people can just roll of vibes instead of over thinking feelings, that way I dont feel too weird by not adhering to social norms that only serve to repress than flourish our ability to connect naturally. I’ve turned this dark moment into light, so I can see my way out on the other side, I just prefer someone there to meet me.

We’ll see.

I’m more me than I’ve ever been now, even though I’m in prison, I’m Free!

Ironic I know.

I do miss meeting new faces…free faces, and connecting with women most, uh, what’s a man without them?

Not much, I figured that much out myself but regardless of my situation I won’t settle or put up, that led to too many problems in my yesterdays, what’s lessons if not learned from?

I’m not one to hide or deny my affection.

I mean at the core we all just want to feel like somebody feels us right? Wanting someone to take leaps and chase passion with, embracing difference and making each moment mean something.

That’s why instead of just writing poetry, I want to create it with not only the world, but someone willing to spend a few moments with me, and learn my truth, and share theirs, because life is art, and each moment is poetic, so hopefully you’ll see the beauty in reading this, and get the feeling that I’m just like you.

Memories can either start with a hi or a bye, I’ve had enough bye’s over the years to never forget what it feels like, so I wanna experience something different, I want more Hi’s and highs in my life

I’ve been spoken for by so many titles and past actions, that speaking for myself is almost strange.

Maybe someone will like or at least accept my spoken word, I mean, what’s a story or writing without the author’s voice?

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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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