NEW POEM - "The Strange Arrangement"

Merry Christmas (Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, etc) Everybody-

Hope that everybody is doing well and is done with any and all shopping that you have for the holiday season. For this entire month I've been working extra hard and got to the point that i got so bored at my second job that I had to write - anything! LOL!

So I decided that for the duration of the CD playing (Mayer Hawthorne - "A Strange Arrangement". Top notch CD! Check it out soon!), I decided to write in between helping customers as they approached me.

FYI: This is nothing more than me freestyling, so nothing needs to be read into it than surface value. As usual, all feedback is still wanted and needed. Sorry for not dropping "The Christmas poem", but that just hasn't come to me. While I get these final presents wrapped up, read on and enjoy. Enjoy the holidays, everyone!

The Strange Arrangement

We made a strange arrangement
So fast, still wondering where the days went
My head’s still spinning
Hope that this is the opposite of the beginning
Drawing a close to an odd couple
Time-stretch only leaves the door open for trouble
And I eschew drama
Old or new drama
Those plotlines are dry to me
Give me something cool, like breezes from the Bahamas
Setting the tone laid back
Progressing, rather than staying laid back
Looking for something new to work out
Getting all of the past pains and hurt out
Now I’m getting the word out
Exerting my cry for help
Keeping it real with me and others
Lifting burdens and simultaneously denying self
Finally looking out for self
Going from saying “yes” or “maybe so”
Putting my foot down and saying maybe “no”
The old pathways made me go
Leaving from the selfless to the selfish
Just for a moment
Refusing to remain sitting on faults like Memphis
Check your references if you don’t get this
The story is parallel to mine
Working to make it easy loving myself
Since now the task is down to myself
No plans to please no one or nothing else
At least in the current state

Looking outside, wishing it’d rain today
Contrasting the sunny days
Days when I was solo and on my way
Distracted by an ulterior motive
When the sun beams shot down
Seeing diversive beauty traveling slowly
Thinking of how to make her mine
Going with laser-focus
I’m dealing with a one-track mind
Thinking if I get her
This’ll be the one last time
No longer suffering the ills of love
Showered in the good feel of love
Making sense of the prior moves
Refined, as a result of how trial by fire moves
Hoping to report better moves
Bold and capital letter moves
Covered by shiny and new plastic wrap
Putting my new find on the map
Asking my admiration target to at least let me know
Or if it isn’t mutual, release and let me go
Stopping the premature arrangement from returning
I won’t look around jealous with green eyes
For proof, look deeper
You’ll see mine
But I’ll still love ‘em the same
No matter how strange it was all arranged

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Affecting My City - The Prequel"

Hey Everybody,

I'm up late working, but I wanted to drop off a continuation of "Affecting My City" as promised. Funny part is, I am actually posting what I have called the prequel, since it was written before the recent post and transitions smooth into the present.

As those of you close to me know, I'm putting major work this month, but I know that it'll pay off. And besides, this is my favorite time of year (despite the weather). Keep me in your thoughts as I work to press the towards the final steps towards completion for the book.

As usual, leave me some feedback, spread the word, and be ready for what's to come! Peace and be blessed!

Affecting My City - The Prequel

From a place where hope is little
Which is why I left
In an effort to get it all right
Fiends up all night
Looking for the next hit to make things all right
Lights illuminating city streets
People lurking in shadows
Babies crying, covered in dirty sheets
Wearing clothes that remain laced with filth
People with absent consciences
Never riddled with guilt
With survival prioritized at the top
Being constantly scrutinized by those at the top
Held down and restrained
Those too weak, fell down into the flames
Finally at some level of peace
Marked with a stone slab with no name
Proof that the rich do get richer
And the poor stays stuck in the ring
A cycle that is a permanent sting
People subject to mere peasantry
With no hopes of ever being a king
Or any other respected societal figure
Through all of this, I’m trying to figure
How this scenario can be ceased
Burdening load removed or at least eased
An antidote to this inherent social disease
But nothing’ll change
Until this thinking is done by some more other than me
Willing to affect my city
By any and all means…

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Affecting My City - Part One"

Good morning,

Thanks for stopping by. I hope that eveyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday and that you survived the shopping over this past weekend. I know that I am still recovering myself. Today I am posting part one of a new poem that I have written called "Affecting My City". I think that this piece will really connect with those who have grown up in cities, like myself, and have seen the best and the worst of everyday life, but want to see things get better.

I hope to have part two of this poem up in the coming days, because as I am writing this, it is becoming more dear to my heart since I can almost literally see the things that I am saying right before my eyes as I write it. The words for me literally flowed on this one, with no stopping involved. Please feel free to drop me a line and share your thoughts on it, maybe even some ideas for the sequel. Thank you and be blessed!

Affecting My City

Affecting my city
Bringing light to the dark
Revving up my engine to drive
Ignite the fire by just a spark
Causing me to trail blaze
Convincing people to change ways
Transforming from the old to the new
Not simply relying on just what they knew
Only if they knew
Or took hints from the predecessors
Since their ways didn’t work
Gotta come up with something better
Be more committed than fair-weather
Pressing on through the good, bad, and otherwise
The will to survive and thrive-
The differentiator between some and other guys
Finally opening up closed and others’ eyes
Letting the revelation set in
City dwellers beating all odds
Outsiders suffer losses for opposing and betting
And things get better for those trying to get in
Reality’s no longer the accepting setting
Dreams are the preferred space and time
With less people facing time
Mom and Dad in the house at the same time
Less weed and pill-stained minds
People in buildings developing and elevating minds
Becoming slower to produce their mini-me’s
First giving the inner-self the needed upgrades
Providing justification for future many “me”s
Right now so many are slow to see
Eyes closed to the facts
Accepting their life on circumstances known to be
Complacency showers and the multitude become lax
And now they even more lack
In both the physical and the spiritual
Taking the proverbial well running dry
Now making it literal
So they need to be refilled
Not relying on quick fixes and cheap thrills
Rather, looking over the long run
Opting for the wise moves
Rather than making the wrong ones
Getting it right before it’s all done...

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Collective Calm"

HEY EVERYBODY...I'M BACK!!!

So first off, I have to apologize for not being on here for as long as I was gone. Sorry for the absence. Life has been happening (not in a bad way) and I've been working to get my book completed (STILL...LOL).

The good news is that I am ALMOST done, and I think you will be pleased with the final product.

In the meantime, I'm dropping a couple of pieces that I wrote, just to keep interests going on. As usual, drop me your thoughts, ideas, opinions, etc. Everything you offer me helps me in one way or another, so hold me down!

Thank you for not forgetting about me and stay tuned for updates! Be blessed!

Collective Calm

Forced to expect the unexpected
By chance, destiny has me pre-selected
Focused, rather than side-tracked
Which kept me from falling too far back
Making way for a needed return
Proof that I survived the storm
No longer a need to sound the alarm
Inside, I’m calm
The stormy waters now sit still
Empty spaces on both of my arms
Can’t help to notice the better that I get, still
No longer suffering from the chills
Springing back from the fall
Ending summer despite the cold winter spill
At the close of a jagged big thrill
But now that thrill is gone
And I, too, meandered likewise
Nomadic spirit in search of a home
But the climax has hit
My life’s coming into full-circle
A better and stronger reinvention
Surviving attacks from those who try to hurt you
More mature and slow to react
Starting to value patience as a virtue
Resulting in my collective calm
My calm makes me reflective
Surviving another one of life’s storms
Not succumbing to the trials as certain people requested

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Why Love" - Part Three

Hey Everybody-

Just posting up the third piece to "Why Love". This poem has kind of taken a life of it's own, because if you would tell me that I would write anymore past part one, i can't say that I would've agreed. Nonetheless, these poems have helped me and I pray that they bring something good to your life as well.

As usual, be ready for any news and updates that I have coming up, especially on Facebook world.

Take care 'til the next time. Peace.

Why Love – Part Three

All I hear is “love this” and “love that”
I encourage you to put love where your heart’s at
Direct word from our Father
Right from Heaven, so there’s nothing above that
Too many times I wonder where the love’s at
This world’s getting cold
Getting so sick, we need a remedy
Proverbial chicken soup for the soul
True love is the goal
Love with no boundary or limit
A world where we’re all quick to receive love
And just as eager to give it
I personally take this dream and live it
Taking it beyond fantastic borders
Keeping it deep in my spirit
So that my heart can never be labeled “out of order’

To love one another is a mandate
True, there’s only so much that one can stand or take
As is the same with counterparts
But love is all that counts in hearts
It’s within each of us that it starts
In addition, the hate’s ending
Putting to better use the energy that we’re spending
And there’s no use in pretending
As I said before, real recognizes real
Making it important to love past how you feel
Using only words of kind intention
Compliments welcomed and mentioned
Negativity cast aside
Adding coals to the fire in the love train’s engine

True love is so, so special
I hope that you find it
Anything short is not the real thing
Take each imitation and bind it
Let me rewind it:
True love is so, so special
I PRAY that you find it
And it warms you up a little bit
Not only hearing these words
But effectively living it
Adding it to the routine
If you do, you will see
Love in all forms
As told to people in Corinth in chapter thirteen
So if you already have the faith
And you still remain hopeful
Add a little love to it
And your life will finally have met the grand total

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Why Love" Part Two

Hey Everybody-

Thanks for the visit. Just dropping the sequel to "Why Love". As usual, let me know what you think of it.

Also, I've got some more news coming up soon. Keep your ears and eyes wide open ;-)

Peace.

Why Love - Part Two

Let my love stretch wide
I'm talking 'bout Agape size
A love without limits
More real than the one sung by Miss Blige
Won't let my eyes
Overlook my opportunities to love
Friends, family, and otherwise
Still continuing to turn other cheeks
But I'll love 'em even better this time
Letting old faults fall in time
Get lost in the past
Since I'm far from perfect myself
Slow to stop my love and opt to outcast

Gotta keep my love levels up
I know that I'll be challenged
In the case of a love stalemate,
Love will tip the scales in my advantage
No longer allowing hate to do its damage
That's the easy thing to do
Now putting love out for foes to have?
There's no telling the reward that'll bring to you
Not everyone will be into you
Feeling or even digging you
But this is about being the best possible inner-you
Making the action of love even more visible
Showing people the best of you
Because when it comes to love
Nothing short of the best should do

Let the love flow like waterfalls
Drenching us all like when water falls
With no sign or warning
Love clouds pierced and now storming
Let these words be heart-warming
As an unction of love starts forming
Encouraging cold hearts to heat up
Not yet kicking our feet up
Since there’s so much more left to do
Revealing the infinity of love
And that it shouldn’t only rest in you
Indeed, it should be dressed in you
But like wealth it needs to be shared
Transitioning from “love and war” to a “loving war”
Leaving no casualties to be spared…


-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Why Love" - Part One

Good afternoon, Everybody -

Thanks for stopping by to the site. There is so much going on right now and the time for the book release is coming soon. I have a couple of projects that I am working on that are in line with the book, so still be on the lookout for when they are done (which will be VERY soon).

The piece that I am posting today was actually requested by a friend of mine. It was cool to have someone ask me specifically to write about love, in the general sense. To be honest, it was even more cool to be asked to write about anything, LOL. I called this piece "Why Love" and there will be a sequel to it coming soon, because I feel much more that has to be written about it in my spirit. I hope that you all like it and find something in it that connects to you in some way.

Before I drop the poem and get out of the way, I want to thank everyone who has joined or has invited someone to join my Facebook group, "Flawed Thoughts". The total is close to 200 and I am thinking of doing something to commemorate when that happens ;-)

Ok, here it is...

Why Love - Part One

If I have nothing else, I must have love
Love for self and love for others
Of course, I’ll love myself
And show more love for others
Make myself slow to get into arguments
Reduce ‘em down to discussions
And so we talk more and argue less
It’s not too hard to guess
That this love thing should be the norm
Bringing peace to calm the storms
Lightning and thunder subside
Nothing but sunny days outside
And the birds get to chirping
Funny how things change when our love gets to working

We’re so quick to point fingers
Fast to blame each other
Without first self-examining
Analyzing ourselves, sisters and brothers
And so I say, sisters and brothers-
Remember the saying from way back:
If you start pointing a finger,
Expect at least 3 fingers to point right back
And we don’t like that
So let’s love and not judge
Speak highly of each other and cover
Staying away from anything that’s not love
I’ve got love
Which is why I want to share it, right
Aiming these words directly to your hearts
Praying that you read it and hear it right

Getting our love right is a steady test
Always checking if we’re ready yet
Striving to be a product manifest
Constant life exams to see if we’re better yet
And better yet,
We should use these times to prove the haters wrong
Kill ‘em with kindness
Proving through actions that, yes, hate is wrong
And love is right
All right, to be exact
To love is to be divine
And there’s no greater feeling than that
Only to be succeeded by your test results
Seeing what happens when love results
Aiming to live these words written
Gotta go well and above average
These tests are given everyday, non-written
Changing up, leaving no room for usual or average
So if I’m gonna get tested in my love
I’m going for the honor roll
Top of the class and above
Magna cum laude placed on my soul
Listed at the love commencement
Please don’t allow these words to be distant
Love yourself and others more
First Corinthians thirteen is insistent…

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Pressing Push" (Press & Push) - Part Two

Hey Everybody-

Thank you for stopping by. FINALLY...here is the sequel to Pressing Push (Press & Push). Even though it took a while to post this, I think the right words came to the forefront. I got a couple of positive words about Part One, so I hope that this one does as well, if not better, at meeting your expectations.

On a side note, I am still putting together a SPECIAL project that I hope to have completed before the end of the month. The promotion that I spoke of will be tied to it, so be ready for it when it finally comes to pass.

As usual, tell me what you think of this one - good, bad, or otherwise. And please spread the word and this site to any and everyone you know. Thanks for stopping by. Peace!

Pressing Push (Press & Push) - Part Two

The press and push is getting more real

Going past fatigue that more and more feel

This isn't to say that I don't get tired

Or I'm running on no-doze, wired

If I said this, I'd be a liar

I'm just saying-

That I press past how I feel

Never an easy checkmark on the to-do list

Still, I know I must do this

No cares if you try to disprove this

This is simply how I deal

Moving 'til I start to huff and puff

Like a legend says, don't stop 'til you get...

Well, you know what's up

Let the real recognize the real

Especially when it comes to success

Having to endure pain before knowing how pleasure feels

People trying to deal for only the good

Not accepting the opposition of the bad and ugly

It's sad, but it must be

Taking the rainy days of this life

Pressing and pushing to days all sunny

Going past the euphoria of won money

To a permanent paradise

Only seen by optimal and persistent eyes

Pressed and pushed past the limits seen by eyes

So I press and push and so on

Just off of hope I have so much to go on

Not to mention yet-to-be-fulfilled dreams

Awake or sleep, it seems tangible

Almost more real than my reality seems

Or actually is

And after the vision

Post-daydreams and after the endless wishing

I realize that I can't get there from here

Stuck in position

Have a pace to pick up

Shifting gears in my life's transmission

Really, I'm past the wishing

Reviewing my life's blueprint

Developed as I continue and press on

Challenges of this life, less of a nuisance

Taking each experience as a less-on

Shaking off the negatives

Refined the remaining positives

Pressing and pushing harder than I ever did

Letting my life serve as evidence

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Pressing Push" (Press & Push) - Part One

Hey everybody-

Thanks as always for stopping by. I always feel like a owe a lot to this blog, so I am posting something that is not totally complete, but is on it's way to being something. This piece just came to me and should relate to you in one way or another. As always, let me know what you think.

By the way, I have a promotion coming up soon, so be ready for the word when it finally comes!

...one last thing! Thank you for the comments that you've given me, it all helps. I just ask that if you leave a comment on here, please let me know who you are!

Ok, ok...I'm done talking. Read the work! Peace!

Pressing Push (Press & Push) - Part One

On my last leg
Have to press and push
Many would rather quit instead
I prefer the optimal look
The lead character in the optimal book
With a happy, preferred ending
While others choose to just accept what they get
Content with just settling
While for me the sky’s the limit
I relax in the clouds, then I settle in
Still looking higher
Push myself past tired
Fatigue can’t restrict me
Besides, my own conscience would convict me
Survived past disappointments that hit me
Remained encouraged
Used my own self to uplift me
Exhausted my courage
And still I press and push
With the endurance of a cross-country athlete
Don’t need to be swift
This race isn’t just for the fast feet

Who’s willing to sacrifice?
Let go and let loose
The juice isn’t worth the squeeze, right?
You never know until you get proof
And make moves
Stepping harder than stairmasters
The moment’s fleeting
Which compels me to prepare faster
And execute
You have to know what really motivates you
For some, it’s all about the loot
And others are inspired in other ways
Hopefully not gutter ways
Keep the ill will out of your motives
Imagine being up under a mother’s gaze
Doing your best to impress
Or at least save face
In your quest to shoot for the stars
Or at least orbit up in outer space...


-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Last Resort"

Hey everybody,

Thanks for stopping through. I'm posting piece that I wrote that I am considering adding a little more to. I would really appreciate your feedback on this one. As usual, I'd prefer to let you read it to get your own interpretation of it. If I anyone wants my thought process, let me know and I'd be happy to post my own commentary.

On another note, I have the website for the promotion of the book on its way. The release date had to be pushed back, but it's all for a better plan. Thanks to everybody for your patience and, most of all, your support for this project. It means so much and I know that when the date comes, it'll make sense.

So, keep reading, sharing thoughts, and SPREADING THE WORD TO FRIENDS about this page and the forthcoming book. I'll be back on here again soon. Thanks! ;-)

Last Resort

I love being the last resort
The last person to whom anyone reports
That is, if I even receive a call at all
Put myself second or tertiary
Hanging on someone else’s decision
A decision that could make my world
Or possibly bend or break my world
My destiny’s taken up and out of my hands
And left up to other parties
Rendering me powerless
Since I relinquished control
Indeed, this is as bad as it gets
Finally, just now, it’s starting to take it’s toll
Being told that as far as plans in the works
That there’s agreement
That, yes, these plans will work
Then the next moment intercedes
Blocking any and all fruition of those words
Since the decision’s been made to venture elsewhere
Unknown whether or not there’s any care
Or even the slightest concern
I’m at my wits’ end here
Held on too long to a rope that was inevitably burned
And so I continue to learn
Continue to realize my gluttony
My desire to be consistently an alternative choice at best
The collector of so many rainchecks
I decided that umbrella use was best
Unless
The rejection leads to immediate resolve
Though I’m not sure
Doubt that there’s any true way to solve
Or better yet, to cure
My chronic affliction of “last resortitis”
I’m trying to fight this
But I’m so bold to hope
And so I cope
Looking to a day when I’m taken with the first pick
With no trades or bench warming
A new reality slowly and surely starts forming
A reality where I feel needed and wanted
A state of mind where past bait and switches no longer haunted…

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Playing The Game" (Part Two)

Hey everybody,

Thanks for coming back. I've gotten some real good responses on "Playing The Game" and hope that you find the conclusion to be just as good if not even better. If you feel lost, scroll down just a tad and read the first part of this poem to get caught up. As usual, check it out and give me some feedback. Believe me, your opinions are truly valued.

As always, thanks for checking my work out and be ready for some upcoming announcements!

Playing The Game (Part Two)

This game's coming down to the clutch
Having played for so long and for so much
And now it all comes down to this
Down to the wire
Do I accept that ignorance is bliss?
Accepting the kiss?
Under the illusion that she's truly my Miss?
With reality dismissed?
Truth is, we're on two different levels, clearly
She doesn't hear me
Around friends I'm an after-thought
Sending me the message that her feelings are caught
But that's far from the truth
Reality reveals that eyes focus elsewhere
Feeling dazed like being dunked on under the hoop

Forced to the bench now
Put at the center of trade rumors
Serious tones between us on the phone
No longer even trying to fake humor
Which leads me to think that I may be unsigned
I'm a vet looking for a title
Sign me long-term, just one time
No need for a salary cap
My heart need not be bought
I put up numbers you can't see in the stats
Something that being a student of the game has taught
At the same time, this game's getting old
Thought I found my home team
But she's not playing fair
While she's my teammate, I'm still reminded what being alone means
As if somehow there's an "I" in team
Now she's totally denying me
Scouting other prospects
Done spending her time with me
I said before this was a game of trial and error
Forced to play on my own team
Embarking on my own free agent endeavor

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Playing The Game" (Part One)

Hey Everybody-

Thanks for checking the spot out. I've been caught up in the NBA playoffs (Go Cavs!) and have been busy as usual, so I apologize for the gap in time. I still have some new plans cooking up with the book being finalized, so stay ready, y'all.

In the spirit of the playoffs, I wrote a new piece called "Playing The Game". This piece is LOOOOOOONG, so it'll be posted in two pieces, just so this blog doesn't turn into an online sleeping pill - LOL.

Let me know what you think and be ready for the conclusion coming up in a few days.


Playing The Game

This is such a game of trial and error
My heart's gettin’ fatigued
Sick and tired of tryin’ in error
Going up to bat one more time
Playing the love game
Catching losses than wins more times
By divine grace, I've survived
Well past two, three, or even four times
Been through so much emotionally
Feel like I could accuse my exes for war crimes
Since I have been a prisoner
Trying to compel me to start giving up
Since I was never the man of choice
Expectations too high to be living up
And still I kept getting and getting up
Persistent
Ignorant to where I'd ultimately be ending up

Such a dirty game
And I've seen the casualties
Being turned away without hesitation or shame
Opting for those who fall after me
The spectators, they laugh at me
While they're standards aren't high enough to even be half of me
Contemplating if they're seeing the last of me
My best chances long ago passing me
Feeling like a lost cause
Losing so much
Now I'm feeling like I've lost all
Despite me proving so much
But I don't match the set status quo
Making it clear that I had to go

The game's got me shaken
Even worse when I analyze the shots that I've taken
Attempted and absorbed
All in a quest to figure out how I got to this score
How I got to this door
Walking out of the arena
Wishing that I'd never seen her
Wipe my memories clean
Especially the moments that I'd meet her
Our good times were a facade at best
Smiles masking the truth
That is unless
The moment was a mutual anomaly
With her matching the admiration for her down in me
Giving no reasons for her to be doubting me
Fine dining with this life's finer things
So there's no discount in me
Mixing feelings with finance
Making every moment count
Taking it in like it's the last dance
Or even my last chance
To let her know how I felt
Dispelling any coincidence or circumstance...

(Part Two coming soon!)


-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Old Vices (Something New)"

Hey Everybody-

I'm out here in the beautiful Chi (Chicago for those who don't know). I'm enjoying my little break from reality and I'll be back soon to get back on my grind with my project. I know that I shouldn't be working AT ALL while I'm out here, but a few words came to me last night after I got in. I thought that I might drop it on here. It's a short piece that kind of just came out on the page, nothing important. I might actually re-do it, add a little....I don't know. Anyway, hope that you or somebody can see value in it. Let me know what you think.

And keep your eyes open for some new events and ideas that I have coming up in the near future. The book is coming soon and I am excited about what is about to happen. Keep spreading the word to family and friends, anybody you can spread it to! Thanks for reading. Peace!

Old Vices (Something New)

I know I've got my vices
Bad habits got me chained down
Strongholds yoke me up
As a result, my head hangs down
And my spirit stays pressed down
So far from success now
Or even merely overcoming
My addiction's overrunning
Forcing me to settle
Making a home in my discomfort zone
This discomfort's home
And this real estate is like Section 8
Except it's all by choice
Instead of being like George and Weezie, opting to elevate
And so now I look to those same deluxe living spaces
Having grown discontent with past living spaces
Making a rash decision - now ready to break out
Having grown discontented with old lusts
Making a promise to myself, discrediting old trusts
A step we all need to escape the old "us"
Transition to the new "me"
If only you all knew me
And the beautiful struggle I fight
Never claimed this change to be easy
But I took hold to "I will" and let go of "I might"

I go through these trials
All in hopes of escaping these old vices
Looking for a better way of living
Tired of accepting the way that my life is
Knowing that my prior results are trivial at best
Losing the old and gaining the new
All in the game of becoming my personal best
I'm tired of the old, now I want something new


-W.A. Gordon

My Cleveland Cavs - Funny Commercial

Hey Everybody-

This post is nothing but a break to laugh. I'm out in Chicago enjoying some days off, but I didn't forget about my people. My Cavs put on a hilarious commercial. Click on the link and check it out!



Oh, and BTW: stay on the lookout for some new info coming soon about the book release and surrounding events. Peace!

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Money Persepctive"

What's up Everybody-

Thanks for stopping through. Just dropped a new piece called "Money Persepctive" and hope that it reaches out to a lot of you. Let's face it - everybody's been affected in some way by the stuff going on today. I have people in my own family who are going through it. I've heard the word "layoff" way more times than I would like to in the last 6 months. This is onwe of those pieces that kind of explains itself. I put a little bit of wordplay in it, but it's pretty direct. As usual, read it, and drop me some thoughts, if you can.

On another note, my group on Facebook is growing and is almost at 100 as of today, which for lil' ol' me is a big deal. I still want to get the word out, so please keep telling your family, friends, co-workers, and even your haters (any and all enemies welcome - LOL). I have some promotional events/contests in the works so be on the look out for them. Until then, keep reading and showing the love that you already have. Peace!

Money Perspective

In these times some aren’t doing that well
Barely keeping their money straight
Even Europe isn’t that hot
Their pounds lighter - looking more like featherweights
Forcing me to contemplate and meditate
Counting more blessings than dollars
Taking some chances that many thought they’d never take
Trying to dream up a reality of stacks of dollars

The dollars aren’t the “be” and “end” all
For some the hopes then fall
Causing despair and confusion
Making many think that there’s no way out at all
Choosing to side with doom and gloom
Letting no light up in the room
Accepting this financial eclipse
Putting flowers on their Savings’ tomb
And worse yet, leading the funeral procession
Purple flags on each car en route
Music more somber than U. Raymond’s Confessions
Since money dreams recess and are on their way out

Still, let me expose the other side
Reveal that there might be a way out
Weeping endures for a night
Only until we see that the sun came out
Erasing all of the darker days
Gotta love the Brother Parker ways
The game’s giving a fresh start
A chance to still get the spot next to Park Place
Moving clear from the Baltic & Mediterranean
With reserves now high just in case it rains again
With even higher stockpiles
More than the nuclear once found with Iranians

I speak with overconfidence
Because I am so confident
That these times will pass soon
Words of hope to those who say they won’t last soon
Watch how the cash swoons
Enough to fill all the wallets and pockets
Just be careful to not let cash rule
As fast as money comes, Uncle Sam’ll be quick to stop it
I give you these words to see you through
Don’t let the lack of green make you blue
Or make you see red
Open your eyes and choose optimism, instead
And, besides, money isn’t everything
From what I’ve heard, can’t live alone on just the bread

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "There For You"

Hey Everybody-

I'm up late again and had to keep my word on putting something new on the blog (something that I WILL get better at doing on a regular basis). This is a piece that I wrote a little while back, but I feel still says a lot. As usual, I'm spilling my thoughts out to you and welcome your feedback. Hope to hear from you. Thanks for stopping through.

There For You

My empathy goes beyond physical reach
This life continues to teach
Reviewing life lesson after life lesson
And if pain is love,
Then I’ve morphed into the cupid of the millennium
Not experiencing the pain myself
But I feel the burn of her, him, and them
With wishes to remove the affliction
My sincere words saturated with pure conviction
Sorrowful words pierce my eardrum
Taking them in, I cringe some

Wanting to go outside to start up the engine
To provide some type of escape or outlet
I say “It’s never too late”
But the straits are dire from the outset
And the positives
Never see the light of day
Sometimes no matter how good one lives
Life can still be as dark as night today
And all that I can say
Is that the struggle still reflects beauty
Round after round with trouble
Mirror providing a stronger prototype that you’ll see

Having been purified by flames
And washed in renewing waters
Endured to be MVP of life’s game
Able to testify that it only gets harder and harder
As you approach the lighted tunnel
Know that your pain has been felt
My understanding is far from subtle
There for you more than you’ll ever realize yourself

-W.A. Gordon

The Cover - UNVEILED

Hey Everybody-

I will be putting up some new work soon, but in the meantime, I have some exciting news to drop. This picture you see to the left is the official cover of the book to be released. It just came to me and I want to give props to the artist Seville Simpson. I had a crazy vision and this cat knew how to put it into something everybody could understand. Take a look at the detail and see what I mean, for real.

Shout out to Seville and his team, I'm So Mars. If you're plugged in on Facebook and want to check his work out further CLICK HERE, you won't be disappointed. This man put his gift into this one and for that, I'm grateful.

Be on the lookout for some new material and some more important promotional news that's still to come. Peace and be blessed!

"Wishing Against Reality" - AUTHOR'S COMMENTARY

Hey Everybody-

Thanks for being patient with me. Life's been happening and has been slowing be down on my blog game and unfortunately my book, too. Nonetheless, as promised, I want to post my commentary on a poem that I posted a few weeks ago. If you remember (and if you dont, just scroll down and act like you know - LOL), I added the disclaimer that that particular writing was probably the most abstract piece that I'd written in recent memory. I got a few comments from people and wanted to give some clarity about the poem and what message I was trying to get across.

So, let me try to break this thing down, stanza by stanza. The first stanza centers around someone who has come a long way, but still looks to their past. No matter how much progress has been made, a certain person, event, or something from this person's past is coming back to memory and is bigger and badder than it was when it all first went down. Now, I emphasize the possibilities of person, event, or something else because this piece was made to be relative to as many as possible in terms of separation and trying to move on and away from what/whoever it is for your own good.

The second stanza simply points to the lack of empathy from the person or persons involved in or around this reflection of thought. In my opinion, nothing can make a painful memory worse than knowing that there were people there, or at least in the "know", who weren't sympathetic or even empathetic to the negative feelings that came to pass. An even worse feeling is when those same people continue to move along as if nothing is wrong and the person affected can't determine whether or not they are oblivious or just callous, adding more fuel to the fire. Again, this piece can relate to you in a number of ways, focusing on the separation that can occur in several different areas. I'll assume that many will find value in the area of relationships, whether family or otherwise.

The final stanza is a review of how the person got to this point in the first place. More importantly, it revisits the effects of everything, carefully studying how everything could've played out differently and even where they themselves could've walked a totally different way. I try to round out the poem with self-discovery following these thoughts, acceptance that what's done is done, and the desire that many of us have to try to get a "do-over" and make it better the second time around. And that, my friends, is what this poem was about.

I tried very much to simplify my thoughts for you around this poem. Truth be told, the words that I just gave you probably don't do it justice, but in the interests of keeping your attention and not blogging you to death on this one, I did the best I could to keep it simple. If you feel that it is still too abstract, let me know and I'll talk with you directly. This poem was intended to be general, but I admit that it had some personal attachment (not TOO much ;-)). Anyway, I will be posting another blog soon, hopefully with a poem (pleeeeese, believe me this time). Break time's over and I'm ready to work. Get at me, people. Thanks again for visiting me!

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Endurance"

Hey Everybody,

I'm sooooooo sorry for the absence. In between being sick and some changes in my job, I've been working on some outside work, and also life's been crazy beyond words. I apologize for not keeping up and pledge to never let it happen again. This blog isn't the only one suffering, I still have to catch up on my other ones (don't forget cavaliers.gearupforsports.com/blog and cowboys.gearupforsports.com/blog - show me some love!!!). Anyway, I'm posting a piece to whet your appetite in the meantime. It's shorter than most and is pretty direct. Also, I am planning to do a Author's Commentary soon on my last poem, "Wishing Against Reality" due to the response I've gotten. Let me know what you think. Thanks again for visiting me. Peace.

Endurance

Tired of routine
Growing weary of this scene
Same ol’ ish every day
Refuse to become obscene.
With the things that I’ve seen,
I’m now an experienced teacher
Classes now in session,
No longer coaching from the bleachers.
Although the spectators view is wide
Close to those looking in from the outside
My inside perspective provides clues
Jump into the dark pools of my eyes.
Look into my soul
See the marks stretch over time
Fatigued more than players past their prime
Stuck in perpetual overtime
Forced to resort to overdrive
Pushing past the limit set by those prior
I sit on the stand, trial by fire
No one can judge
No one can call me a liar
Testifying on my own life
Forcing the prosecution’s case to retire
Defending against the forces that be
With this all forcing me to be
Stronger than before or ever
Enduring the pain to enjoy the pleasure

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Wishing Against Reality"

Hey Everybody:


Sorry for the delay in a new post, but it's been an interesting week, to say the least. I just finished putting together a new poem that kind of jumped out on its own. I will warn you:

***WARNING***WARNING***WARNING***

This is an abstract poem - very abstract. Please read it and try to make sense of it best as you can and if I hear any need for some commentary, I'll be glad to provide it in a later post.

Ususally this kind of writing is not really my style, but I started typing and didn't stop and this is what I came with. I already see this reaching out to my deep thinking audience (at least I hope so). I like it, but, again, if you want a deeper understanding of it that you cannot intepret let me know.

(Sigh of relief) Now that that's over with, read and speak on it. Thanks for visiting!


Wishing Against Reality

I look from a distance
Wishing for things that once were
My soul put up a resistance
Rebelling against what occurred
It hurts to remember what occurred
Moments in time branded in memory
A painful script with or without words
Wish I could shake and loose it from my memory
Self-analysis is up and telling me
Coercing me to relinquish hope on a lost cause
My soul’s bleeding in the midst
Submerged in confusion - a world of lost laws


Counterparts move remorseless
Second thoughts cancelled in advance
Not understanding my internal forces
No attachment to the last dance
Or any other fleeting moments of the like
The shock robs me of my speech
Leaving me silent on the mic
Never imagined that this was what it’d be like
Me stuck in position
While my formers continue to move
As I sit, stuck here, buying dreams and wishing


My mindstate is stuck in sub-zero plus wind-chill
Gambled before to win thrills
But lost it all and was forced to fold
Which is why this despair is instilled
Aging my spirit well past old
Causing me to be looked at in a way lesser
Eyes and heart continue to shun me
Seeking consolation and solace from none other but me
Looking over and seeing past roles played out
Bookmarking any progress made
However, preferred destiny spectates and stays out
Aiding the culprit’s decision
Detailing my reflections with careful precision
My counterpart is no longer in alignment
Looking at what once was and proceed with even more wishing

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Different Pages, Different Chapters"

Hey Everybody,

With that weekend coming up, I figured I'd write about the reality of relationships in a new poem. I think that everybody who reads it will agree and disagree, laugh, cry (I hope not), or maybe even see themselves in the words. As always, please check it out and let me know what you think. Whenever you do, all you're doing is helping me get better at what I'm trying to do for a living. Thanks for visiting and enjoy!

Different Pages, Different Chapters

We always seem to be on different pages
Or worse yet, different chapters
So many challenging communication cases
So many examples to capture
My heart is yours and even captured
Which makes it all difficult
I prefer conflict less than laughter
Don’t want it to get even more difficult
We both mean well and good
But the words often go in vain
Especially when the other can’t tell it’s good
The fabric of our relationship continues to collect stains

Feeling like our wires keep getting crossed
Mixed and in translation lost
I try so hard not to be lost
All for our heart’s sake
I’d rather win you over than be lost
I’ll keep playing the game
Regardless of what the cards say
I’ll keep loving you the same
In hopes that my efforts alone will make you stay
But the conversations get uneasy
We both watch it break down
It all happens now so easy
Watching the communication walls break down
I miss all of the preliminary
The newness that we started in
I guess all of that was temporary
Fleeting happy days have our hearts hardening

Some days the talk is sweet
Easy going, words move smooth
Loving the word exchange between you and me
But other times clouds swoop and swoon
And stormy weather plagues you and me
Then the confusion opens up
Giving me a bushel of apples
And pleading for me to make lemonade
This war of words drains my ammo
While you’re upping your weapon-grade
Evolving in our battle of wits
And we know we’re both armed
The words cause the battle to escalate and shift
Words now becoming even more strong
And now we’re both at risk of being even more wrong
With maturity and reason being evicted
Without 30 days notice
And neither of us notice
That the communication is now on four flats
Getting us stuck on the road to nowhere
It’s my “perspective” versus your “facts”
Crossing “Caution” tape, making us go there

And so in reading the book about us
I sadly see that we’re indeed on different pages
Even worse, in different chapters
My hindsight recollecting all of the prior stages
And how again and again we exist in the peacetime after
But is it any different in the after?
Our feelings and reason will have to decipher
Opting to cry now to later enjoy laughter after?
A decision left to us, the story writers
Readers observe and think this is one and done
With no sequel possible
But I look at how far we’ve come
And I know that more than a trilogy is possible
I’m prepared to challenge the impossible
Because I know that love makes all possible
Besides, I’m loving the plotline
Getting caught in the plot’s twists and turns
Going for your heart since you’ve got mine
Really, I’d be that character missing her
And despite the hits and misses with words
I’m ok with being in different pages or even chapters
At least we’re still in the same book
And there’s no telling what’s to come in the stories after

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Writing Explanation"

Hey Everybody-

I just got done putting together a new piece. Funny part about this one is that I didn't know where I was going with this one until the words just started flowing. Before I knew it, I was done with a title and all. I really want your opinions on this one since it was really unexpected. Read it and leave your thoughts. I'll be back with another post soon. Thanks!






Writing Explanation (My Soul Speech)

My soul wishes that it could speak
The passion inside burns so deep
So much to say at one time
So I’m quick to use slow speech
With no risk of getting watered down
My desire’s getting hotter now
To present my thoughts to open ears
Feels like I’ve finally got ‘em now

I lace my thoughts meticulous
People disagree and call them ridiculous
They fear that I might be right
So they discount the words I write
Marked down to clearance prices
I’ve gotten used to the skeptics
Those not comfortable with my methods
Scared of the unorthodox contemporary
Taking you down the roads less-traveled
I promise you, the discomfort is only temporary

Words burn my throat like chloroseptic
Which is why with words I’m so selective
Carefully choosing my speech
In fear that my voice is de-selected
Don’t want to lose the crowd that I’ve been blessed with
Indeed, I stay open to suggestions
But I loudly proclaim my opinioned stance
My opinioned rants
Still, my opinion stands
And now even critics offer applause
The plot’s irony thickens
My self-expression goes against and breaks all laws
Translating my soul’s speech into words that are written


-W.A. Gordon

My Blog World is Expanding!!!

Hey Everybody:
Anybody who really knows me, knows that I go hard for the Cavs. With that said, I've been brought on to write blogs for a site called GearUpForSports.com. It's a new site that I will be writing blogs for concerning the Cavs (YESSIR!!!) and the Cowboys. If you have any love for sports, clink the links to get to the site and peep my blogs.

Until then, come back soon for my new blog on here. I've got something planned that will be big when I get done with it. See you then!

-W.A. Gordon

"NFL"..."Broke"...in the Same Sentence?!?

Here is a PSA for those who don't know: We're in a recession! Yes, even presidential candidate McCain shook his denial a few months ago and conceded that we are indeed in a recession. Funny part is I, like many others, thought the hardest hit would primarily be working-class or the middle-sized organizations. Lo and behold, NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell has proven my naive thoughts to be wrong.


According to the State of the NFL address given by the commish last week, the NFL is not "immune from what's going on out in the economy". So you mean to tell me that this country's favorite and most revered sport that is indeed a multi-million dollar machine is feeling the pain like us little guys do? I did some additional research and received names of teams feeling the pinch (sorry Browns, Redskins, and Patriots fans) and the vow of 75% of the league's teams to keep their ticket prices intact. Click here for the article. I guess I'm not the only one juggling lint in my pockets right about now, huh?


I don't know about you, but I still find it hard to believe. Players making millions, owners making even more millions, and cities earning revenue by "renting" out the stadiums. I mean, we're talking about guys making millions hand over fist, teams shelling out high-priced licensed merchandise, and the advertising (oh yes, the advertising) that is placed all around this machine just has to be helping to close the gap, don't you think?


So if you were anything like me or most of the audience tonight, you caught these Super Bowl ads (for some, the main reason they watch this thing anyway - LOL). I caught some eye-catching ones, some funny ones - not a bad mix at all. Caught a good laugh on the CareerBuilder.com ad where the poor koala kept getting punched.



Out of curiousity, I did some quick homework (Thanks, Google!) and discovered how much these ads were costing to put up. The price is - drumroll please..........$3 million!!! $3 million for every 30 seconds of fame that these companies want during one of the most watched events of the year.


My question is simply this: if the NFL is hurting anywhere near what they say they are, does the revenue from the ads that surrounds their crown jewel game ease any of the pain? I'd like to think that $3 million dollars for 30-seconds of attention would equate to some kind of profit. Perhaps there is a lot that I don't know or understand, or maybe I just don't (and won't) have a clue about, but recession or no recession, $3 million dollars is a lot of cake. Let's be honest: what the NFL considers as tough times is nothing near as serious as what most people and smaller organizations have to deal with on a daily basis. Just my opinion.


-W.A. Gordon

Suspended For What?

Happy Snow Day, Everybody:

Yup, if you're in or anywhere near me geographically (or not) you may already know that we got that good blast of snow this morning. I woke up to about 6-8 inches just sitting there laughing at me. Took me about an hour to get shoveled out, but I'm alive! Now that I'm back, I just wanted to share with you this crazy story that I saw this morning.



Now I'm no big fan of bagpipes or pipe marching bands or anything like that, but I have to say that this is the silliest reason for suspension in a professional environment that I've ever seen. They suspended the man for saluting OUR president. If we are now in a country where we are not allowed to salute our commander-in-chief, I think that I would be co-signed if I were to say that I will need a list of the new "do's and dont's" when it comes to acknowledging our country's leader ASAP!

I understand that there was a concern of security. And who's to say that some crazy individual were to do the same thing as some signal for some attack or something. But with all of that considered, I still find it incredu....ok, let me just say it - stupid for someone to be suspended for six months over doing something that I think many of us would be inclined to do in the same spot: saying hi to Mr. President.

On another note, I take this even more personally that it is coming from my home area of all places. Take it from me, everybody - we have more that enough problems on our plate in Cleveland. The lowest thing on the totem pole of priorites is a guy who is a community servant wanting to acknowledge his country's leader when the opportunity presented itself. I think it's safe to say that many would probably feel the same if this happened in their neck of the woods.

Well, let me know what you think. I still find it hard to understand how we can take a small occurrence and allow it to be a six-month suspension. I'm still lost in that confusion.

Leave some thoughts!


-W.A. Gordon

Can't Walk Away - NEW POEM...& Author Commentary

Hey Everybody-

I've been working hard today on some behind-the-scene stuff, getting this book together. Every day draws me closer to the release, and believe me, I've had more and more ideas come up that will make this dream even bigger than it already is. So anyway, I know that I said that I wasn't posting any poems for a while and I like to think that I say what I mean and mean what I say, but I had a piece come in my spirit today and I had to write it out. I have thoughts about it right after, so please feel free to read and respond how you feel. This is a poem that I wrote just off the cuff, so call me out where you see fit, I'll appreciate it. Thanks for stopping by and keep coming back for more. Enjoy!

Can’t Walk Away

I told myself I’d walk away
But the possibilities called me back
Anxiously awaiting if we’d talk today
But I never got a call back
And now I sit foolish
As foolish as I was after the last love mishap
Piling regret on top of regret
Making me look as if I love mishaps
Labeling me as a heartbreak glutton
Being punished for opening up
And now hope’s doors have once again closed
So now it should be understood why my hope isn’t up

I’m like Jordan when it comes to this
One of the all-time greats
But with no knowledge of when to quit
Common sense edges out my how much I dedicate
Aiming and striving for much more
Resulting in disappointment and much more
I dusted off myself again
And now I find myself here once more
Wanting what I can’t have
Or even worse-
Wanting but not being wanted – now that’s bad!
Sharing the gift of love only to be cursed

People may look at me and call me stubborn
Saying I’m unwilling to face fact and reality
But they can’t empathize with the feeling
Can’t comprehend the love that I’ve got in me
But then again, what has it gotten me?
True, I don’t have much to show for it
But love has to be real, it’s gotta be
Which is why I’m still naïve enough to go for it
In the past I substantiated my faith in things hoped for
Still didn’t walk away
For some strange reason my doubt went back to less
Outweighed by my hope and more

Please believe that I’ve turned my back before
Took the steps to walk away
But the hope for real love called me back for more
Opted to throw my better judgment away
And now I’m back to moving mountains
Odds insurmountable at best
My faith is again declining, inviting doubt in
Looks as if I’m preparing to fail another test
As reasonable as it is for me to walk away
Chances are I probably still won’t do what is best

Author Commentary:

So I'm sure that many will assume that this poem may be about me or my own experiences. While that is true, I also wrote it in reference to the people who we see or know who, for whatever reason, refuse to walk away from seeking relationships that are not likely to happen in their favor. When I say in their favor, I mean one of two things:

1. perhaps the person is persistent in trying to be in a relationship with someone who mistreats or disrespects them

2. or maybe they admire someone who doesn't feel the same way, despite obvious expression of admiration.

Either way, it can be a difficult time for both the relationship seeker as well as those who care about that person.

The people on the outside looking in can often see the bigger picture. They are able to see that the effort that their friend is making to either keep a negative relationship open or trying to gain the affection of someone who does not have mutual feelings as a waste of time and energy. In their position it is easy for them to call out their friend and wonder why they are so blind to the facts. You know, like when you catch yourself saying "I can't believe you don't see this! It is plain as day!" The problem in this situation is that it is often so easy to give an opinion simply because they are not in the midst of the situation, which makes it even more difficult to relate or empathize as a good friend should aim to.

The relationship seeker can often be a "glutton", as I mention in the poem. Time after time they go for what they feel is the right thing, only to repeat the same cycle of disappointment. In going through these trials, the seeker is at risk for having a bad taste in their mouth about what a good relationship looks like and their potential to have one. They'll be quick to say to people, "You don't get it, you just don't understand. I'm cool!" While blame can be assessed on them for being stubborn to leaving bad situations alone, some consideration has to be given to their desire to want to establish a positive relationship. On the positive side, they are bold enough to have hope that there is a brighter day ahead. The only case that I digress is when the person is involved in an abusive (physical or mental) relationship. In that case, the last few sentences don't apply as much.

As I write this, I am asking myself what it is that encouraged me to post this blog. I think it is a combination of things, but I know that there have been times when I have been the person that is at the center of this poem. Sometimes I catch myself watching close friends in similar situations and I am able to so easily be on the other side of the table, as well. If you happen to be someone who does not have any first-hand experience with this topic, you've got all kind of media that shows this stuff in different ways (i.e. Maury Show, "He's Just Not That Into You", etc.). I'm sure that I may have missed some relevant points or counterpoints in the midst of all of this, and that's definitely where you come in. Either way, I pray that this holds some value to you in some way. Please drop me a line and share your thoughts. Thanks for visiting!

-W.A. Gordon

Back To My Space

Hey Everybody-

I'm doing my nocturnal thing again. It's for a purpose this time, I promise ;-) I just rejoined mySpace.com (not a personal choice, trust me). My screen name is W.A. Gordon.

Add me as a friend here: http://friends.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=invite.addfriend_verify&friendID=444368034&MyToken=ea07b788-1546-4d9b-afc3-e5fa375ab62b

Hope to be able to connect with you and others. Send me a note, autograph the wall....JUST GET AT ME!!! LOL!!!

'Til next time...

-W.A. Gordon

Looking At My "Reflection"

Hey Everybody-

I'm having a break from my sleep tonight and just wanted to talk about my last piece that I posted, "Inauguration Reflection".

I've gotten a few comments from some people (Thank you all!) and they are all well-received. To make it clear, I can't stress enough how much I'm still amazed by what happened to start this past week. We had a double-event, celebrating the life and times of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and the inauguration of President Barack Obama. It was this once in a lifetime feeling that inspired me to try to translate into poetry.

I wrote this piece at almost 2:00 in the morning on the night before the inauguration and just let the words flow. Putting my feelings to paper, I feel the biggest concept above all was the fact that this inauguration was not only for our new president, but for myself and any others who felt the same way (hence, the reference to "Reflection").

In the first stanza, I focus on the road traveled to get to this moment. I try to foreshadow the event and build up anticipation to the excitement that is on it's way. You'll notice the references to Dr. King's vision and the slogan for President's Obama's campaign "Yes we can!" placed in the early lines setting the tone for anybody who can relate to this feeling.

The second stanza builds on the anxious feelings from before. I use words to escalate the feelings of anticipation, using hope to descibe the internal and tears to describe the external. The final three lines are an attempt to grab more of an audience, using the universal desire to not only have more hope, but how great it feels to see it within reach.

The third stanza is the culmination of this thought process. I try to simulate what it will feel like after the swearing in is done and how the people think in their minds. I also try to create a to-do list moving forward, compelling people to not just sit in this moment, but to use it as inspiration to continue to do even more in this world. Finally, I draw it to a close by explaining how this event has ultimately become a reflection of me and many others.

Hopefully, this gave some clarity to how I formulated this piece. As deep as I feel this piece is, I will admit that it was one of my easier ones to write because I just wrote what was inside of me. Another point that I want to make is that I know that as excited as I was about this event, there were some who were not on that level. However, for one moment, just think of the meaning of this event and what positive things it says about how far we have come as a country. If there is nothing else to be gained from this whole experience, just acknowledge the fact that dreams can come true and anything is possible!

Thanks for reading. Have a good night/morning!

-W.A. Gordon

Inauguration Reflection - NEW POEM

Hey Everybody-

This is the poem that I wrote last night, but didn't have the energy to put on the blog. This might be the last poem that I post for a little while since I have a lot of final steps to make with my book, but I'll still be active on the blog running my mouth piece on a lot of things, so keep following and commenting. I appreciate the dialog that I've had so far with some of you about my work and look forward to more. In the meantime, please enjoy my new piece and take the time to look over and leave some commentary for me about ANYTHING. Thanks again for visiting and be blessed!

Inauguration Reflection

Here I sit in anticipation
On the brink of history
A King’s dream brought to reality
Date of fruition no longer a mystery
The case is finally solved
Due to an unrelenting resolve
One man’s drive for optimal change
In spite of the many issues needed to be solved
And now “yes we can” is commonplace
A battle cry for the common face
Variation of color and credo
Hopeful smiles on each and every face

Watching transcendent history
My eyes bear witness
No way this moment in time is missing me
My mind will never forget this
A moment that epitomizes overcoming
Triumphing over roadblocks and negatives
So many eyes with tears overrunning
Still amazed that I’m seeing this as I breathe and live
The belief this gives
Restoring hope to the hopeless
Truly, I’m feeling the shift
Seeing what having faith and hope gets

I’m seeing a dream no longer deferred
A dream archived for forty-plus
A King prophesied what is about to occur
A selection approved by the majority-plus
Being a minority’s tough
But leaves no room for excuses and settling
Silver status is okay to some
But we only remember those who are gold-medalling
And so as we witness the passing of the torch
A new trail is blazed and scorched
Inspiring myself and others of my generation
Seeing my reflection in this special inauguration

-W.A. Gordon

An Important 48 Hours!!!

Hello Everybody-

I'm up late, but I just had to say something about this historical 48 hours that is taking place. Every year we commemorate the life and times of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and we've pressed on until the day we saw the dream that he proudly proclaimed would come to pass. I don't think that I am the only one that would say that this chain of events is still very surreal and just starting to set in.

Dr. King and President Obama are men of a different cloth. Their thinking is not paralleled to the thoughts of this world, nor did they conform to the status quo set for them by their society. Like the concept of this blog and my book, these men took thinking that was considered "different" and even "radical" and turned the whole world on it's ear. It is because of them that impossibilities are turned to possibilities and possibilities are turned to inevitabilities.

On behalf of generations of people who have awaited a day of this particular magnitude, I want to say thank you to both Dr. King and President Obama. For without your efforts, I dread to think of how far behind our nation would be in it's thinking and even more fearful of an unwillingness to change and grasp a new future.

***Special Note: I have a BRAND NEW piece that I wrote to mirror this blog, but I am running on "E" and will post it later. If you have time between all of the events of the day, come back and check it out.***

Thank you all and be blessed!!!

-W.A. Gordon

Still Fighting - NEW POEM

Good morning, Everybody:

Thanks for stopping through to see my piece. If you want some insight into what it's about, please check out the last post. Otherwise, if you want to just dig in, go right ahead, and, as always, drop me some feedback and let me know what you think. I appreciate your support and will keep working until the book release date (VERY soon, be ready :-)). Thank you all!

Still Fighting

My life is what I made it
It no longer makes me
Please don’t mistake me
Despite the close calls and pitfalls
Refuse to let the bad times break me
Much less, shake me
I’ve gotta "bend but don’t break" spirit
I no longer fear it
Flexible and able to adapt
I now know how to counteract
The times when my heart gets tested
My foes think they have me bested
Not knowing the worth of my sweat
Not to mention the blood and tears I've invested

To bring it all into full circle
Preparing to square off against adversaries
Those who aim to hurt you
Perpetrating to be very scary
But really scared within themselves
Creating internal conflict
They don’t want any conflict
At least with the likes of me
Little regard as to who's liking me
Since my "friends" of the past betrayed
Calling to bring out the fight in me
Trying to put out the light in me
But I continue and press
With only myself to impress
Singularly I raise the bar
With only myself to address

And so I know that I’ve slipped up
My warrior’s armor is chipped up
But I’m still standing strong
Still holding on
Dreams and hopes still held in firm grip
I refuse to let go
My net worth is on the horizon
And there’s no telling if I’m the next to blow
And those who have survived time’s test would know
If the first knockout in life was the be all and end all
Then I’m going out swinging
Never throwing in the towel, even if I then fall

-W.A. Gordon

Today's Fight

Hey everybody. Lately I've had a lot of thought circulated around the battles that confront us on a day to day basis. I have a personal battle myself, but I think a more general fight to take note of is the economic struggle that anybody who lives in the U.S. can testify to in so many ways.

This past week I was given a 2009 outlook report from my employer, and I have to say, I am grateful for what I have, because not only could I have less and worse, I'm seeing people around me catching it in all kinds of ways. I don't know about you, but I have people close to me who have been laid-off or, if they're lucky, demoted with less pay. It's getting cold out here, but feeling bad about it unfortunately won't alleviate the pain (but what a world it would be if it did).

This whole situation has moved me to write about the need to press on. We have a long ways to go before we get in a better position as a country economically. I'm sure with the events to come in the coming days that we'll see glimpses of that hope. I know that I have my own aspirations outside of just increasing my income, so for those on another thinking plane, I'm sure that you will make it relative to you, too. Be on the lookout in coming days for this new piece. I hope that you find value in it as I do in presenting it to you.

-W.A. Gordon