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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Trauma

Body Language

August 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

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.

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Jaded

August 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I used to do as I feel 

Now I don’t feel at all

The pain is a numb existence 

I tend to withdrawal

Experience is the wisdom 

Of strengths and flaws 

Knowledge only helps you rise 

After it makes you fall.

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Set me free 

August 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Set me free from this jail
Set me free from this cell
Set me free from this hell
I wanna be free to excel 
I wanna be free to accel
I wanna be free to exhale..

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Transparent

August 12, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Transparent
No parents
And what’s apparent 
A product of my environment – I’m a parrot
But now.. I’m a Parent

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Eyes Open

July 21, 2017 by Russell Wardlow 1 Comment

Eyes open with no view in here

Hate fumed with the many hues in here

Closed minds with no room in here

The putrid perfume of doom looms in here

Time stole my dreams, no Martin Luther here

Pictures of my ex-stowed away like souvenirs

Lockdown, lights out

Loved ones barely write now

My sons are riding bikes now

My ex and baby mama got new dudes that they like now

Out of sight, out of mind

Out for mine, alpha mind

Make fire from the alkalines, just to cloud my mind

From these guys with their hand signs pantomimed

I’m dazed in this maze from my ways but I’ve paid the for the price

But dear Lord, I only feel safest at night.

 

 

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High Strung

July 15, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I got the news-

You said the bruise was from a night of booze

The freedoms we lose by the allegiance we choose

What you viewed was a ruse – looted and polluted solutions

An arubics of gruesome illusions

With abuse that looms and consumes

Like a drug… withdraw or cope?

Confusing, the metaphysical intrusions

An emotional nuance or nuisance, fused with

The hue of jewels, inside of a tomb, tied to a noose

On the neck of a muse, just to amuze

And hide the truth

What beauty would blind

With your mind consumed, you viewed your doom,

Proof- to the delusions of love- the knot in the rope.

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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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