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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

Sunshine

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

My sunshine, is my son’s smiling

My sunshine, is answered calls when I’m dialing

My sunshine, is pictures sent with letters

My sunshine, has no bearing with the weather

My sunshine, is visitations

My sunshine, is freedom, the prize of patience

My sunshine, not a star but a part of matter

My sunshine, is mattering to those that matter

My sunshine, is every time I can smile

As time eclipses, I notice I haven’t felt my sunshine in a while.

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Bed of lies

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Red, rose petals on the bed of defeat

My tongue intertwined between the legs of deceit

Penetrate my delusions on the lies of these sheets

She starts to scream out the side that she hides as she rises to her peak

But before she misspeaks…she peeks

She quiets, tenses & we lock eyes

She comes…

Forward with truth so strong she unlocks mine

Heaves in her chest, flush in her flesh was showing

nothing said, just tides of a melancholy knowing –

Dead, rose petals on the bed of deceit

I morbidly leave, from between, the legs of defeat…

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Minutes Uncertain

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

1 minute we fight, 1 minute we love

1 minute we hug, 1 minute we shove

1 minute we talk, next minute a fit

A whole minute we kiss

Next minute full of some venom we spit

It’s back and forth, but I put you first

Yet you wear your heart on your sleeveless shirt

So I’ll leave you first, instead of leavin’ hurt.

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Miva

September 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Passing time, when it’s still a test

30 something, you still a threat 

Leggings cool, but you’d kill a dress

I mean “I am” when I say Im-pressed

No secret, you kill the rest 

Yo’ secrets, still a guess

Victoria Secrets, if you confess

Soul seekin when we connect 

They say beauty is so vain

Well you have beauty in your veins

Because I see beauty in your pain

I think beauty is your name

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My 4 Seasons

August 30, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

My vice is your eyes, I see the sunrise peaking

Sucked in, I’m intertwined- in your Devine secret 

As the stars align – I see you are my Venus 

My weakness undisguised when you start speaking…

I’m speechless – my heart hanging on for dear life- 

A leaflet, blossoming with forbidden fruit-

Ms. Eden, I’m feigning, to bite- as if I’m teethin

Ms. Misleadin- you’re such a seductress 

Teasing yet so appeasing 

Bashful with no treason to your values and reasons 

You a year in a day, in your own way

My 4 Seasons. 

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Love, Love

August 30, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

In love with the love in “love word”

In love with the love in “love verbs”

In love with the love in “love works”

In love with the love in “love first”

In love with the love in “love hurts”

In love with the love in “love her”

In love with the love in “tough love”

In love with the love in “thug love”

In love with the love in “much love”

In love with the love in “trust love” 

In love with the love’s in “love, love”

In love with you love, there’s no love, 

I don’t love and I can’t get enough love 

In love with the love in “ex-love”

In love with the love in “next love”

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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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