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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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On My Ownly

September 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I let my shoulders speak, amongst the coldest peaks

No woe is me, no coat on me

My Edgar Allen Po-etry, flows in me, floetry

When focusing-

I’m a poacher for hope, when hope is hopeless in a culture 

When the coach is only me- 

And the phone don’t ring, I cope

‘Cause internally, my heart still beats to the songs I sing.

Filed Under: Culture, Spirit

My 4 Seasons

August 30, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

My vice is your eyes, I see the sunrise peaking

Sucked in, I’m intertwined- in your Devine secret 

As the stars align – I see you are my Venus 

My weakness undisguised when you start speaking…

I’m speechless – my heart hanging on for dear life- 

A leaflet, blossoming with forbidden fruit-

Ms. Eden, I’m feigning, to bite- as if I’m teethin

Ms. Misleadin- you’re such a seductress 

Teasing yet so appeasing 

Bashful with no treason to your values and reasons 

You a year in a day, in your own way

My 4 Seasons. 

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Love, Love

August 30, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

In love with the love in “love word”

In love with the love in “love verbs”

In love with the love in “love works”

In love with the love in “love first”

In love with the love in “love hurts”

In love with the love in “love her”

In love with the love in “tough love”

In love with the love in “thug love”

In love with the love in “much love”

In love with the love in “trust love” 

In love with the love’s in “love, love”

In love with you love, there’s no love, 

I don’t love and I can’t get enough love 

In love with the love in “ex-love”

In love with the love in “next love”

Filed Under: Love, Spirit

Thoughts Drift

August 29, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

My eyes teeter open – I’ve lost focus, yet remain hopeful

My conscious quakes, eyelids cascade, my thoughts seem vocal

I yearn to be seen as I see in my dreams, but that’s the illusion

An unwelcomed confusion – when these blissful imageries turn into morbid intrusions.

Filed Under: Inside, Spirit, Trauma

Mirror, Mirror

August 25, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

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.

Filed Under: Love, Mercy, Spirit, Trauma

Happy Birthday Trey, part 2

August 16, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I wish we could talk just today

But your mom just hung up the phone

I didn’t know what to say

So I just hummed all alone

I kept the phone to my ear

I admit I was hurt

The silent tone was too clear

She made it all about her

I made mistakes, I’m not perfect

That’s why I’m not at home with ya

But she tries to hurt me on purpose

So I’m left lookin at pictures

She loves the power she has

To accept or deny

But Trey, I’m forever your dad

And son, grown men cry

If you ever feel empty

Don’t turn it to hate

Because that turns into envy

And love is too great

I’m not there like I want

But I’ll still grow and be better

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREY

Hope you get my card and my letter

Filed Under: Inside, Love, 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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