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