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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

Temporary Relief

August 29, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I crave the pain in watching you,

walk away-

You’re timeless in your value,

I’ve easily forgotten the day-

Once your silhouette dissipates,

I’m back to reality-

Deprived the cure of this cancerous place,

Walking back into a world of maladies-

Friend, family or women,

But those hours in your company, you become everything in that visit-

Stay for a while

The leave for the time being-

So my memory can paint in your smile,

While you see the pain in my eyes leaving.

 

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

Mirror, Mirror

August 25, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Look me in the eyes 
You act like you strong 

But you know that you weak, 

Your body will fold

You’re showing fatigue 

Your conscience is toxic 

Like a cobra that speaks

Be honest and stop it 

Your hopes are too bleak

What do you see

It can’t be yourself 

Don’t break your reflection 

Keep your hands to yourself 

You don’t deserve a chance and the plans 

You demand, you damaged yourself 

You’re less of a man

Seeking what isn’t yours 

Paradoxically time has a limit

Your life is seepin’ through bleeding pores

Every wave is antagonistic to a cast away

Keeping you from reachin shores 

Every goal is a hurdle 

And I’m that obstacle keeping you from reaching yours

Every day is a new disguise 

A new disgust you’ve never seen before 

You’ve never had it all together 

Look me in the eyes inside of the shattered pieces on the floor.

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Spirit, Trauma

Happy Birthday Trey, part 2

August 16, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I wish we could talk just today

But your mom just hung up the phone

I didn’t know what to say

So I just hummed all alone

I kept the phone to my ear

I admit I was hurt

The silent tone was too clear

She made it all about her

I made mistakes, I’m not perfect

That’s why I’m not at home with ya

But she tries to hurt me on purpose

So I’m left lookin at pictures

She loves the power she has

To accept or deny

But Trey, I’m forever your dad

And son, grown men cry

If you ever feel empty

Don’t turn it to hate

Because that turns into envy

And love is too great

I’m not there like I want

But I’ll still grow and be better

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREY

Hope you get my card and my letter

Filed Under: Inside, Love, Spirit, Trauma

Happy birthday Trey!

August 15, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Today I can share your birthday with the worldMy lil man, I’m glad you weren’t a girl

My lil king, daddy loves you, crazy boy

My love is your throne, kick back on a La-Z boy

I love your laugh, you act just like me

Crazy, funny, wild and tough, just like me

Astronaut or president, just might be

But you’re already better than being ‘just like me’

You say you wanna get old to say bad words

I would take the blame but your genes are half hers

You’re already 5, lil man time flies

I got backstage passes to your limelight

Daddy’s away but it’s ok cuz your mother’s with ya

So eat the cake til the day I can cut it with ya

I missed the days I could snuggle under covers with ya

But I’ll spend today hoverin ya lovely pictures

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREYVAN

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Phantom

August 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Run away from the light

Lock me safe in the dark

Fall in love with my lies

Don’t pick my truth apart

You won’t like what you see

And I tend to agree

I don’t pretend to be me

Every second I flee

I want to blend with the breeze

But I end up debris…

 

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

Succubus

August 14, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Hurt- people, hurt people

But you said I made you feel good-

You’re so cerebral, so evil

I succumbed to the pain in knowledge once I’ve understood

You’re so lethal, a sewing needle

You reap what you sew, or soe, but so…

You’re so ego, your soul leaves you

but yet I’m still there in tow.

 

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

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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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