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