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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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I spoke to an Angel

November 2, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

How channeled

We wake, every day, safe, to a stained forever in mornings

I just spoke with an angel

That lives with faith, every day, ordained by her way, yet just lost some feathers from mourning

and still

Before the sun rays, bake her face, she places her fate in adorning

A God

That she praises, while amazed by his grace, as she prays like a saint, for patience through her aches as

She’s soaring

What I am saying is…

Even though she’s an angel, she goes through the same pain that we all feel in our life

Growth is a painful process that she endures and embraces through her faith in Christ

Her belief in a plan and purpose, helps her weather the pain beneath her surface, so she, even weakened to

Her knees, speaks that she believes joy will come through her mourning

So every day that we wake, maybe we all should embrace a belief strong enough to chase, so we can all

Taste that everlasting joy in the morning

I just spoke with an angel…

The lessons I still learn and love I still see even in your grief, amazing…

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Spirit

Atonement 

October 3, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I’ve spent so much time trying to atone 

A lot of things I’ve toned down 

I’m not perfect, and yet you still first, see my tone

Can you even feel the pain in my tone

Or are you tone deaf

I pick up the phone – no dial tone. 

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Trauma

Through It All

September 19, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

All of the things I’ve went through 

Now I can barely see through my window 

Sealed doors will never let the wind through 

No air and alone 

Sometimes I think if the wind has been through

The things I went through 

But through it all, I’ll still get through

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Son’s Day- Sunday

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

You’ll probably never know, maybe one day

But I saved blocks of time and space

Hours of thoughts and memories

Nights of dreams and sleeplessness

Plenty of ink and paper

All for you…

Antagonistically the amount of buttons we push throughout our lifetime-

I have devoted as much time for love,

Countless time and an infinite amount in tow I saved –

A space, thought, memory, daydreams, pen and paper

But most importantly, a day

To infinitely press your mom’s buttons

Just to get to my son on Sunday.

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Spirit

For My Life

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Prison was punishment

but I can’t stomach it

They put a price on my life

I gotta fight for my life

I broke my left after a right

They rollin’ dice on my life

Lions eat mice in this life

I need a knife for my life

Cuz they’ll stick a knife in my life

Might have to take a life for my life

And I might get life for that life

A lot in my eyes that I hide

Say I’m alright but I lie

Cuz I have a fight, I have pride

On borrowed time while inside

How much time til outside

My neighbor just lost his life

Before he made it outside

Everyday will I see night

Every night will I see light

I thought time had paid that price

But that price could be my life.

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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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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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