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FTW

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

the things I say now
may not be grasped until later
but if you truly have the will to seek
then it is all there
stowed away within messages of near past
which one day will serve as memories-
reminders and realizations-
time released for the ready heart
if you so cherish time enough to do nothing,
but look
and you will see
what it means when I tell you

“I am the slave’s dream
I am the prisoner’s hope
I am my father’s guilt
I am my mother’s redemption
I am the world’s reckoning
I am God’s promise
and I am on my way home.”

Filed Under: Inside, Mercy

A Reflective Letter Sent to a Friend

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

hmm

I wonder if I have to say this or is everything existential and essential implied within the following sentence…

it’s snowing on Easter.

now that I’ve said that,
sharing a story…a quick one hopefully lol

on Friday I was called up for an MRI on my shoulder, so I got to leave the building and drive around the corner to the MRI truck, (as I’m saying this, instead of explaining, maybe the significance will be grasped and imagined in one’s own associative and empathic thoughts)

I took in the scenery from the very moment I passed the area you all come in and check-in, telling the staff how crazy something so routine and mundane to you is an adventure to me.
as I got into the car (an actual sedan, which I haven’t been in for almost a decade, a much smoother ride and less forceful than most transfer vehicles which align with the prison experience) for a short ride (three minutes maybe) and as I took in the world on my right and the prison on my left and the alien yet nostalgic smoothness of the cruise and my affinity for long car ride and haircuts (which I told the guards that car rides are like haircuts, it makes you want to nap, they laughed and agreed) tears fell down my eyes

the ride over, they observed asking if I’m OK, I tried to explain and they understood…up into the MRI truck for the next 30 minutes siloed into a machine tunnel, back into the world of subtle force, noises, and tight spaces, all to find a remedy for affliction… another prison
but I felt a freedom so pure, it drew no blood but tears

so I reflected in this noisy tomb, amazed at how powerful a car ride can be and now having a new thing to look forward to on the endless list of things missed and yet to be experienced which I have a hard time fathoming and imagining while inside of the prison of my temporary escape

sometimes you must experience in order to know what it is you desire most
as experience increases both imagination and knowledge

we rode back, and they told me I can walk slowly, we’re going to the same place, no rush…their way of saying, it’s OK, I get it, can’t do much for you but this, so enjoy and soak it up

even guards are humans…I guess, if you force my hand to acknowledge this truth that is lol
in a world of sides, I was forced to pick mine but there’s a place where we can all meet at those “fine lines” and find commonality

this said from a revolutionary who understands that that thought is unfortunately just that, revolutionary

and it snowed on Easter… maybe I should send this out as a writing?

Way

Filed Under: Inside, Mercy

Stolen Identity

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

darkness is misunderstood
it was the first light
that which only knew unity.
and the light thereafter
was for the blind
those who only understood separation.

Filed Under: Mercy, Spirit, Trauma

Model Set Forth

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

what I know
is based on the example which I live
how I live is proof of what I understand
my degree and opinion state nothing bias
I know nothing
but I’m learning wisdom

Filed Under: Mercy, Spirit

Heart Leadership

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

one must follow
to learn lessons of the followers
so when one leads
they understand the needs
and as leadership increases the followers reflect
as the one body has stretched

truth is bread to the body
let not the tongue utter
what displeases the heart
and the vibrations upon it
will be like a massage
as opposed to a fist which squeezes

the ears will take in the harmony echoes
soothing the heat like a violinist
for when the heart speaks
the body, and its organs
listen and follow

and vitality is increased like integers
but if one unwilling to follow desires leadership
the heart will take the path of least resistance
still showing the example of unconditional love
for when the leader becomes ready to follow
in order to truly lead

Filed Under: Mercy, Spirit

Will and Choice

May 3, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

my growth
doesn’t mean your growth
your growth doesn’t mean I grow
but we can both be
an example of growth
for one another
now all that’s left
is will and choice

Filed Under: Love, Mercy

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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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