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