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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Love

August 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Somehow love became a testimony of truth or fiction 

We accuse and both too defensive 

The proof in friction 

That pollutes our vision 

What ensues are new bruised decisions 

Love takes two but who’s forgettin

The smallest things lose attention 

So I wonder if still saying “I love you” will loosen tension 

https://proseofacon.com/2017/08/12/54/

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August 10, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Let me inhale your infinite effect
Your aura, scent, pheromones
Willingly I fall into the spell of your alluring glare
Enchant me with the orchestra of your vocal cords
Soothe my soul, ignite my spirit & set pace to my heart
Fill me with the taste of every lie & truth
Dispelled from the nectar of your lips, I’ll digest it as life
Cast me into oblivion with the vibrations of your touch
And I’ll gladly exist there eternally with the memory of us.

https://proseofacon.com/2017/08/10/48/

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Overdose

August 1, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Notice me
Know this me
Know this thing
That we call love
Dopamines
Dope to me
Overdose..

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Problems of Promise

July 15, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I promise you a lot of things

I promise you, I’m honest…about a lot of things

I know the problems promise brings

The problem is…

That promise is the only problem worth promising.

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Love Don’t Live Here

July 15, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I woke up and opened my eyes to iniquities –

Lies, cries, duplicity and insincerity

Despise, pride and enmity nearing me

Disguised eyes, chastised, surmise and the rise of enemies

In the absence of identity –  Lord grant me serenity

Because Love Don’t Live Here

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I Know

July 11, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I know how it feels to lose it all –

Because of a mistake or have it taken from you

To withdraw – you don’t feel any part of your heart

Not that it’s breaking, it’s just breaking from you

To feel naked, vacant, ached and displaced

When facing something or someone adjacent to you

To lose faith – but that’s satan or your own creation

Taking up space so revelations don’t make it to you.

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Love, Mercy, Spirit, 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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