Good night, morning, etc.-I'm up late, and I'm posting another 15-minute workout. Again, this is just me freestyling onto paper within 15 minutes. No focus was there when I started, so the words came out as they did.
I'm still at work on the book and not to mention still getting the new residence in order, so thanks for hanging in there with me through it all. Let me know what you think of the work, past or present. Drop me a line or two. Until next time - peace!
15-Minute Workout - Part Two
Working out in the late night
Hoping that the words come out right
Not taking time to process
So let the words come outright
And forthright
Besides, it’s just the way that I write
Saying what I need to say
With my own twist of insight
And on the inside
I’m still trying to understand the forces against me
Why not show some love?
Rather you hate – you force this against me
Making me cheek-swap
Waiting for the next blow
You await my reaction
Front row at the next show
Featuring me as if I were Truman Burbank
With my life as the main attraction
But that’s more than I’m willing to carry
With no desire to quench your satisfaction
Your attraction
To my downfall disturbs me
As a matter of fact it hurts me
Unsettles and unnerves me
You’ve heard me
My words are genuine imperfections
Broken down into sections
Exposed for the entire world’s inspection
Providing all of the flaws to dissect
Always giving my best
Expect nothing less
And still people around me substitute loving for loathing
Confusing me beyond belief
Wondering what high horse they rode in
Judging me and assessing
Belittling the time that I’m investing
Waking me up before the dream is realized
Which is why, to them, I close my eyes
And stay focused on the high thoughts
Knowing that I have to believe in my thoughts
Paying little regard to the naysayers
Remaining on a full tank of love
Despite the trials, I can’t hate haters
Contradictory to the “eye for an eye” theory
I plan to see clearly
Allowing them to do the same
So in my time of success they can still see me
And possibly strive to be me
No, no, no – I’m not at all the prototype
My drive can only exemplify
Never claimed to get it all right
But I find myself staying up all night
Looking at clocks reading three oh oh
Pulling out all stops
Doing what people said “No” to me about
Over and over, non-stop, a long time ago
And I write without ceasing
Creative juices releasing
Working it all out in fifteen-minutes or less
Aiming to become the number two with one less
Never slowing down
Revealing the pains and spoils of success
As of this last line, all of my thoughts are showing now…
Hoping that the words come out right
Not taking time to process
So let the words come outright
And forthright
Besides, it’s just the way that I write
Saying what I need to say
With my own twist of insight
And on the inside
I’m still trying to understand the forces against me
Why not show some love?
Rather you hate – you force this against me
Making me cheek-swap
Waiting for the next blow
You await my reaction
Front row at the next show
Featuring me as if I were Truman Burbank
With my life as the main attraction
But that’s more than I’m willing to carry
With no desire to quench your satisfaction
Your attraction
To my downfall disturbs me
As a matter of fact it hurts me
Unsettles and unnerves me
You’ve heard me
My words are genuine imperfections
Broken down into sections
Exposed for the entire world’s inspection
Providing all of the flaws to dissect
Always giving my best
Expect nothing less
And still people around me substitute loving for loathing
Confusing me beyond belief
Wondering what high horse they rode in
Judging me and assessing
Belittling the time that I’m investing
Waking me up before the dream is realized
Which is why, to them, I close my eyes
And stay focused on the high thoughts
Knowing that I have to believe in my thoughts
Paying little regard to the naysayers
Remaining on a full tank of love
Despite the trials, I can’t hate haters
Contradictory to the “eye for an eye” theory
I plan to see clearly
Allowing them to do the same
So in my time of success they can still see me
And possibly strive to be me
No, no, no – I’m not at all the prototype
My drive can only exemplify
Never claimed to get it all right
But I find myself staying up all night
Looking at clocks reading three oh oh
Pulling out all stops
Doing what people said “No” to me about
Over and over, non-stop, a long time ago
And I write without ceasing
Creative juices releasing
Working it all out in fifteen-minutes or less
Aiming to become the number two with one less
Never slowing down
Revealing the pains and spoils of success
As of this last line, all of my thoughts are showing now…
-W.A. Gordon
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