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Spirit

Audaciousness

January 29, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

tenacity
voracity as opposed to veracity
audacity!

you can NOT, be timid
you must be ferocious!
you have to broach the conservative posts and host the onus–
for the new status quotas,
and vanguard the new standards formed
engrossed in the tumultuous mulch of high hopes versus
oaths cloaked in postponement
and poach the lines of encroachment
and own it!
embracing each proponent and component of opponents
knowing they are only lessons appearing adversarial at first,
all wrapped in moments like togas
willing to be whistled for offsides and offense
to set a new rule that prods and pokes pretense
and doesn’t masquerade mask nor pretend,
because your presence contends with reticence in the setting of new precedence
damn it, you may even have to be heretical if not only blasphemous!

iconic
trailblazer
visionary
mogul
transcendent
creator
shaper
innovator
teacher
lead by the samples of your examples to be sampled for example of how the mantle can be handed and handled by the sampled examples of your example!

you have to track the tapestry of travesty and tragedy and trace the trajectory of triumph and tribulation
leaving a tire’s trail, temperature, and totem
as a tale of your tape to be taped measured,
outlined and cut out from a different thread count of cloth
forming a T-shirt you clothe yourself in and wear proudly, boldly, audaciously!
modeling the new trend of a self-determination not to be trifled with, tricked, or trampled on!

your past is but a trailer not your titanic
your presence is your tried and true trident and trophy!
and your future is your tailor,
fitting your ties tuxedos and gowns on your fruitful road to fruition

a message should never tire nor expire
but inspire the entire out and inliers to aspire
to transcend the crossed wires and rewire a new attire
a new desired empire of revolutionary sympathizers
where the revolutions of evolution are the essential contribution of the message, being-
the messengers always build on and go further!
finding comfort in going higher!
with new insights that inspire the entire empire!
to never expire nor retire but proudly perspire

as you seek incite invite and ignite new movements within each new generation from their ancestral advisors

chomping at the bit with incisors amidst criticizers to legitimize a new tool that was once aforementioned as illegitimate
by prejudicial prerequisites placing most at deficits
but now this new legitimacy is almost likened to intimacy being a ‘too legit to quit’ vision of
rebellion against antebellum rhetoric and neo-liberalisms ‘inch by inch’ incentives making progress never too far from revisionism
masked by political savvy jousts, debased debating decorum, privileged quips, and legal penmanship
but the ‘new’ definite
this existential exigence is the breath of the new exodus
experience over an expert’s testament

and our spirits are the infinite weapon no longer being insufficient or impotent for its invisibleness but
a continuing symbolism of a prevailing wisdom that
a consciousness risen renders the fears of any physical feats until
those feet can’t help but to leap stride run with relentless fervor
not exempt of fear but full of courage because it epitomizes limitlessness
fore bravery is but a fear faced

and if it hasn’t dawned on you yet
I am the dawn of a new dawn
what I am saying is
I will fear no form in no form or fashion
and my fashion is formlessness formed by former fears I faced until I formed this fashion

I will persevere through,
and penetrate any structures and spheres that impose upon my being to be a limitless expressive being

I don’t and won’t
do not and will not
allow fear to have the last word!
even when I feel it trying to pry upon my surface, demanding to be served
I will silence it like the finalizing bang of a judges gavel
issuing a decree that is subject to nothing but love-
that illustrious fruit which blossoms from the majestic tree of life!
because I already have that which I desire the moment I decided it is mine for me to have
potential is but a process for claiming, for realization
the road to actualization, manifestation

and none
no one
can take that from me
a gift is given, not taken
and I have gifted myself to desire to build onto what I have been born gifted with

handling my god-given gifts with grace
so it grates greed into a grave grounded by gravity
which I glide upon, standing strongly and high above my lows and woes as WayOfLife Wardlow
I’ve worked tirelessly to harness and continue mastering this limitless energy
some moments more finicky trying to finesse this infinite chemistry into an ethereal synergy

your sanctions and arbitrary rules laws and structures will not forecast by disposition belief nor ability
my perception bows to no-thing established in fear or impermanent and earthbound,
not even my own personas unless it is my ‘two sons’ like, Arizona
reverence to my parents and all that loved me into being

I am and will remain to ever embolden my audacity
I transcend this body by my body of work ignited by my bodiless body’s body of work!
and the spirit never gets tired and only knows how to put in work!

and I’m done trying to teach it debilitating depressive regressive and limiting tricks
and if you choose not to recognize this state I speak of as if it actually exists
this state of normality at each of our core, than that is your prerogative
and maybe I can reach you in your own time and space, just as I too was reached in mine

because subservience to fear and to the subjugation of emotions manipulated to keep me docile coddled and stuck in place is not my idea of freedom!

if right now you adhere to an over fear of form and a catering capitulation to the functioning formalities created thenceforth,

then my reality will always be one of quite some nerve
and you may then substitute it from what I believe to be normalcy,
to what you may believe to be one of audaciousness…that is, if your adjectives could be so kind

Filed Under: Culture, Spirit, Trauma

Beget

January 17, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Dreaming Big
isn’t
really Big dreaming
it is you,
expressing You

what does size
have to do
with a sense
of Self

who
would see it
that you temper your inspirations
and downsize your expansion?

when the very inspiration
which wells up inside of you
to capacity
is God,
beckoning you
to be,
god!

and create,
inspire,
aspire
intuit
express,
persevere,
realize,
manifest

be your Self
the mirror
of God at work

a god
creating
from God’s creation

simply said,
Be like God,
god

tell the fears,
Be gone!
tell the mirrors,
Be god!

and Beget!

Filed Under: Spirit

The Conjuring

January 17, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

there is a conjuring
from a summoning
I wish to answer-
a call beyond my feet

hastening my suffering
achieving its vision
a fusion of the subtle
and dense

only a decision made
straightens the long road
a one way lane, each obstacle
compatible with its path

there is no pain
once possession takes its course
an ebb and flowing dominion
over sensation and experience

and might I know
the origins of Light
that I would compare Hell
to the darkness inside

and silence the mouth
giving voice to the tongueless
guiding the wanderers of mind
taking heed to the summons

Filed Under: Spirit

Subjects of Subjugating Subjectives and Sublimation

January 17, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

how selfish would it be
if I were to admit
a blasphemous thing

those two which-
I consider as Kings
also wield forceful power
over me

from my own spawn
manifested two prisons
which render certain limits
of impermanent dependence

two goals I have endlessly sought
liberating a breath I’ve fought
only to later understand
freedom could not be in their hands

and as my evolution demands
the ego must let go of its plans
but to the watchful accusers
what I would bring myself to confess

at this loneliest hour
I’ve understood a new unrest
my two pillars
may put halt to my powers

as sure as the clocks count hours
and unwavering Truth in Knowledge
I know of a balance
senses refuse to acknowledge-

as so is my challenge
hath I not stored enough mileage?
unbeknownst to conventions
the crux of my decisions

and the only admission
is of two doors
and no more
although one offers extension

ode to the man of opinion
or of spiritual dominion
identity can not
be wrapped in, where one is not

for one’s journey
is always alone
alone to one’s own soulful drama
and no other’s, for no other can roam

…

a moment of revelation…

years later, at levels too deep to rest
I’ve now understood what she said
in this lifetime, she’s chosen a journey
controlling what she begets

Filed Under: Inside, Spirit

All in Accordance

January 17, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

like the sap
which courses through and vitalizes
the roots, limbs height
and reach of the tree

so to my blood
calls to, and animates the will
and power to manifest
which lies dormant in me

and as the planets and stars
work in harmonic tandem
so to my organs and members
fore no order, nor life, is random

unity, the cause, and condition
for life to continue
regardless of recognition
in the traditions of existence

and as we look for solutions
for revolutions, for evolution
we look no further than life
beyond veil of mundane truisms

into its natural systems
a universal mirror
of organ or organically organized
forms of undaunted activism

God, Nature, Man
a symbiotic intention
precognition predating religion
knowing, as One, our soul’s are the solar system

there’s no season, without reason
and there’s no reason being
human beings can’t reason being
more than words of no meaning

Filed Under: Spirit

I Know

January 17, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I know

I…
I know
I know it may seem
if your lookers are keen

like self-sabotage
yet, I tell you
“behold!
the great mirage!”

isn’t the being
not of one’s self
indeed
self-sabotage?!

or is a near goal
to and fro
where my sense of self
should come and go?

is giving up
who and what
I believe I must
fore tryst of trust

betraying insight
sleighing identity
saying to my soul,
“hush”

forfeiting its call
to my heart
of what is
truth right and just

for the immediacy of
materiality and mundaneness
appraising a value of lies
as my soul cries

for its being, and truth being
compromised
for grandeur of the eyes,
not self-sabotage?

I want freedom
I want success
I want peace
I want my sons

but at what cost
to self
must I submit
to the left

when the right
transcends
perceiving not
this body of theft

if I’m to arrive
at the beneficent west
I should be true to self
giving into its quest

and I know
I know already
on the outside
what it appears to be

many illusions of titles
suffered the injury
stealing truth’s dignity
believing sabotage, of mysteries

in the quest of liberty
serenity, humility
righteousness, reciprocity
and the call for justice, truth, Divinity

Filed Under: Spirit

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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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