Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
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
It seems I’m exempt from contention
Never mentioned content
Dissention- contempt
Intention present, a new path I invent
So, make way for my vision… Redemption
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.
Blue – my – life,
My – skies, my – mind
Oh- My – God
My- word, my – tongue tied
Seen the truth-
behind the things I used to view as lies
Scenic view-
Behind the things I used to use to hide
Kinda this- kinda that
Connoisseur – of all kinds of things
now time for this- my crime was that
But I’m doing time for all kinds of things.
I wonder if she knows what she lost, now that she left
I know now what I’ve gained, now that I’ve lost
Now that I’m lost
Caught in the fog
I smell the exhaust
Coughin’, coffin?
Caught in-
Between overly cautious
And dauntless
Hostile or hostage
Sweat fills my arm pits
But now, the street a carpet
I need a seat belt harness
With every step I’m carsick
The road is my home
To view to experience – there’s so much now I know
Green light – I found my drive, I had to let her go
But I wonder if she’ll ever know…
She never felt wanted
Blush painted her face
I felt it…the volcanic like heat of an erotic exhale
Raising the hair on my neck
I sensed the electric flush of her skin
I saw the vision of desire, eclipsing her irises –
Divulging her secret while fighting the clouds of precipitation
The pent up protrusion of her diaphragm echoing the
Contained rage of need within, against my chest
That iconic moment had an expiration, and for that, she resented me
But I heard the angelic vibrations of her throat
Summon up a fulfilled “thank you”
With one last heave of her chest, and an exhale
More carnal, yet serene
We drifted into time…
All she asked for – a hug.