Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow
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.
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.
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”
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.
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.
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