15-Minute Workout (7/22/2010) - NEW POEM

Good Morning/Afternoon,

Thanks for stopping by. Here is my newest "15-Minute Workout". Again, it's just a way to keep the creative juices flowing, espcially while I'm still trying to negotiate the "serious business" side of things (BORING - LOL).

On a lighter note, I have a LOT of things on the to-do list that are being checked off regularly on this road to releasing my first book. PLEASE stay tuned in as these new developments come to pass. This is some exciting stuff and i want to keep everybody who has supported or shown interest in the loop of everything that is happening.

Hope that you enjoy it. Please keep spreading the word! Until the next time, be blessed! Peace!

15-Minute Workout – Part Nine

I want to mend all broken bridges
Those that have been left unattended
When I said that I was sorry, I meant it
My memory’s been indented
With the way that I handled things
Not the best way, the way I handled things
Lost in the crossover
Resulting in turnovers, the way that I handled things
So starting with my pride, I dismantle things
Breaking myself down to rebuild
Now an empty vessel
Trusting that God will see fit for me to be refilled
Reaching out to any and all who have oughts with me
Please, respectfully approach me
Never claimed to be Jordan at the game of life
I’m open to any who constructively coach me
Abhorring from choosing to insult or roast me
Breaking out a proverbial marker and clipboard
Taking heed to the playbook given
I’m constantly on a move for change
I’m talking about “good book” living
Knowing that I must be forgiven
But I, too, forgive in exchange
If I am to be seeking His right hand
I must move forward with the best change
Even if it seems strange
Or even goes against the grain
I know I’ll have to step out
And move with my heart over my brain
Even though the heart is unknown and evil
Even in the best of people
Reminding myself that good intentions don’t always breed desired results
And as a perpetual work-in-progress, I require results
And inside a fire erupts
Making it clear that I don’t settle
Steam rising up, setting off the tea kettle
Pushing pedals to meet metals
With time fleeting like daffodil petals
Want perceptions of what people see to be right
No peripherals
Focus in and make it clear that, yeah, they see right
And rewrite
Any and all commentaries about me
Since it’s not at all about me
It’s about something more pressing
Which is why I keep on pressing
To a higher mark and calling
Don’t want to keep you guessing
My words and actions are leading to a power much greater
Better to get it right now
Than to be sorry for it later...

-W.A. Gordon

15-Minute Workout (7/1/2010) - NEW POEM

Welcome back,

I'm up late and decided to drop a new post. I just wanted to get my mental exercise in and it is funny what came out of it. After reading it over once, it looks like I'm caught up like most NBA fans in this whole free-agency situation (hoping that 'Bron'll stay), but I felt a "big brother" kind of feel to this one, too. Read it and see if you agree or not.

On a side note, I'll be having some important meetings in the coming weeks regarding the book, so be on the lookout for what comes out of it. Keep me in your prayers and thoughts! And thanks again for visiting and for your support! It is more appreciated than you realize! Be blessed!

15-Minute Workout – Part Eight

On the road to progression
Learning lesson after lesson
Saving money by not buying texts
Every day that I wake, class is in session
I make my observations
Looking at it from my point of view
Sometimes careful to make these points to you
Since the way that I see things
Can be a little skewed
I never intend to offend
Then again, there’s never any telling how my words’ll affect you
I have an opinion that’s razor sharp
Cutting through and making points
A perspective that can parallel hearts
Providing words that can heal bones and joints
Y’all can go and point
And spotlight me as the “word fugitive”
I tend to get away with words
A vocabulary thief since I was a kid
As long as I live
And breath fills my lungs max
I’ll write to make words by which we can live
Pay me for my words and exceed the salary cap
Enter the luxury tax
We’re rolling six-figs now
Trying to get championships back-to-back-to-back
Obviously the gamble is worth the risk now
Make me your franchise
Upon me the eyes are pooled and centered
I just can’t stand by
So let me step back in and mentor
Helping rookies in the game
Call me a player-coach
I’ll draw up and show you the plays
So relatable – call me the player’s coach
Since I’ve been where you been
Let me show you where you’re stepping to
The portrait is much bigger than just yourself
Your family and friends are who you’re repping, too
Regardless of what’s left in you
You have to keep pressing
You may not be a lottery pick
But there’s still scouts looking for you to put your best in
Mind the time that you’re investing
You could be a second-round steal
Consider this call-up a blessing
Whether or not you ink a million-dollar deal
You don’t know yet how a million dollars feel
But the effort is there
Keep playing until the clock is drained
And nothing at all is left there…

-W.A. Gordon