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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

You’re Amazing

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

the fact is
it IS amazing!
but that it is amazing,
is amazing
this should be normal
because amazing
is who you are

Filed Under: Love

Destitute Diatribes

May 1, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I dare not ask
why my turmoil exists
for it is I
whom questions the unquestioned
and it is I
whom ponders opposites
and illusions of irreconcilable differences
when I know if but one thing
creation is the coming forth
of perfected relationships
and what appears separate
to what doesn’t appear at all
it transcends feelings of contrast
with complimentary thoughts
manifesting the harmony

dare I not express
that which troubles me so
so expression may grant me reprieve
just as it grants creation
I bemoan and grieve
what most are too idle and ignorant to perceive
knowing even in apathy and lethargy
a world is conceived
and I am the handler of worlds
unwittingly to those too lost in their own

so it seems that I seek not answers
but only acknowledgment
that you have none
and the silent understanding
of how lonely knowledge must be
navigating the eery quiet of wise discernment
absorbing its poignant vibrations

and if I shall supplement my worries
seeking anecdotes for query spawn of me
they may lack in reason
reflecting primal urges projected
from solutions sought without courage
offering shadows of delight
ripe for trickery
in seeking meaning outside oneself
for I will be just as unfulfilled
as first ponder
no matter immediacy’s relief

oh the senses deceive me so
being satiated by the noise of affirmation
with favorable answers spoken
reverberating hollow understanding
leaving me to hunger and thirst once more

therefore I say,
the greatest love one can offer me
if resolution is unknown
would be ears
allowing silence its moonlit majesty
for it is I whom knows
hearing to be deciphered through the heart
as the other senses travel the ravines and valleys of mind

so heart speak to me
for the tongue of man
can not settle your trembles
only thine own ear
I spare my own discomfort
in that I purge
so that my heart may hear me
and I can be so courageous to quiet myself
that I may hear my heart

Filed Under: Love, Mercy

Self Known

April 30, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

it’s a crazy experience
when you realize
just who you are
WayOfLife…
say it twice…
said of twice

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Sen-Sexualized

April 27, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

sex
and sexualization,
are on in the same
to the slumberers
the former,
the expression of nature
and the latter,
nature itself

Filed Under: Love

Geysers

April 20, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

suppress your fire until the place
where it can be fully expressed,
is presented.

and this is where preparation meets
opportunity, consumed by the
moment, now succumb to
inspiration and embrace
being possessed by the
engulfing inner flames of
passion!

and this is when who you are
arises, for all to witness,
and as you reap from feelings
honed, they experience the awe of
control, focus realization
and resilience.

right now is about the right time
and it’s high time what’s been
held beneath, breaches the skyline,
and this is what
you call the act of freedom-
the allure and desire of All!

most will watch, few will experience
now feast thy eyes, for I will
be a geyser for all to see
once I Am set free.

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Words of Affirmation

April 11, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

though affirmation
can only be
the plaything
of one’s ego
when it is the ego
needing to affirm
its memory of
and connection to
the Divine-
its mother
which needs no
affirmation of her Self
from a child
but nevertheless
it is quite powerful
an experience
so I can understand
the tantrums thrown
when such a gift
goes un-given
because afterall
power,
is the true aim
of the ego
and it can only submit
to one greater than
its own
but memory
can be tricky
when distraction
has become subterfuge
for it is true that
love languages
and the love of language
are directions spawn
of this world
for power
can be the only hope
for the worldly
all said…
it still feels so Good,
to be affirmed!

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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