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

15-Minute Workout (5/13/2010) - NEW POEM

Welcome back,

I just got done doing another 15-Minute Workout. I admit, this Workout was not as long and laid out like my previous ones. As a matter of fact, it didn't flow like the other ones did, but I think that it still represents me and my thought process well enough. Either way, read it and tell me what you think. Shoot me a message and speak your piece! Come back for more! Peace!

15-Minute-Workout - Part Six

Lately I’ve been tired and tested
Tested and tried
Can’t and won’t lie
Looking myself in the eye
Refuse to be denied
Surprised that I haven’t cried
But I choose life over it all
My words will never signal “die”
Acknowledging the tongue’s power
Speaking to six-feet up or down
Appreciating every waking hour
Being optimal whether the chips are up or down
Hearing the cliché that “life is a gamble”
So variable, making it hard to handle
But it’s also said “high-risk, high-reward”
So apprehension now gets dismantled
Going for it all
Give me the “W”
Another one besides my name
Putting my doubts as low as the ground under you
Pressing on to the greater
Better now than later
Accepting encouragement from my circle
Ignoring the squares - better known as haters
Throwing the negative back like “Now-n-Laters”
Since it isn’t always so short and sweet
I speak positive feedback
Throwing the Joyce Meyer CD on “repeat”
It’s all I ever speak
And still I stay humble
Murmuring from me is minimal
Long ago I stopped every single grumble
Looking at my pieces of work
Granted I don’t find peace at work
Unless it’s my own tears, sweat, and blood
Then it’s easier for me to see the labor in the love
Seeing my efforts culminate
I remember when it all started
Like protecting classic watches – I saved the date!
Since, for me, that is when it all re-started
My words were taken note of
Feeling respected and regarded
No longer feeling guarded
I let loose on paper sheets
Somehow I found different ways to say the same thing
Various ways for my ink and paper speech
And when the ink and paper meet
For me, it feels special
Losing sleep from time to time doing this
I don’t mind – I’m onto something special...

-W.A. Gordon

15-Minute Workout (4/2/2010) - NEW POEM

Hey, Everybody -

Hope that you are doing well. I am here again to post another 15-Minute Workout. I've been really excited to keep this thing going, since it's keeping my skills sharpened as the book release is drawing closer. I put this one together a few minutes ago, so it's a fresh as it's going to be. Leave me as line or two to tell me what you think. I appreciate all of you for your support and am very excited to say that the big day is coming soon. Until then, stay tuned and get ready! Peace!

15-Minute Workout - Part Three

They say that I’m a dreamer
And perhaps I dream too much
But when I think of what could be
It gives me such a rush
I truly am a believer in the impossible
As far as my vision’s concerned, nothing’s impossible
My mission may be astronomical
But my spirit and will is up to the task
Focusing on my bright future
Averting my gaze from my past
Giving it my all – first, second, and last
Pushing every button I can
Even if it comes down to the second to last
And every second I laugh
Remembering the people who didn’t believe
Who didn’t co-sign the vision
Thinking that their ridicule would slow me down
As if I needed their permission
But my spirit is unbridled
Boundaries shifted and lifted
Hate me now, love me later
Either way, you’ll probably miss it
I feel that I’m gifted
In the art of perseverance
Making a way out of no way
Making my own clearance
Knowing my value is much higher
Appraised higher than notes sounded by choirs
Feeling that the best hasn’t arrived yet
Though to some I’m a rookie
I feel in my own right that I’m a proven vet
And there’s some that say that I’m not proven yet
But they haven’t seen me moving yet
Playing it as meticulous as chess
With aspirations to be the best
With only me and myself to impress
And, yes,
I still push myself further and harder
Running toward the promises laid up for me by my Father
Which is why I no longer bother
Addressing those who simply onlook
Sitting on the sidelines
Reading and dissecting my book
With scorn and criticizing looks
I put on my blinders and keep on running
Since regardless, their gaze will continue
And their hateful stares will keep on gunning
Questioning if I put enough in
But I remain in overdrive
Pedal to the metal, accelerate fast
Getting better and better over time
Reviewing the dreams in my mind
Over and over, time after time
Knowing that nothing really matters
As long as I accomplish these far out dreams of mine
Despite if it may take more tick-tocks than preferred
I stay on the course focused
Hard to shake, disturb, or unnerve…


-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Collective Calm"

HEY EVERYBODY...I'M BACK!!!

So first off, I have to apologize for not being on here for as long as I was gone. Sorry for the absence. Life has been happening (not in a bad way) and I've been working to get my book completed (STILL...LOL).

The good news is that I am ALMOST done, and I think you will be pleased with the final product.

In the meantime, I'm dropping a couple of pieces that I wrote, just to keep interests going on. As usual, drop me your thoughts, ideas, opinions, etc. Everything you offer me helps me in one way or another, so hold me down!

Thank you for not forgetting about me and stay tuned for updates! Be blessed!

Collective Calm

Forced to expect the unexpected
By chance, destiny has me pre-selected
Focused, rather than side-tracked
Which kept me from falling too far back
Making way for a needed return
Proof that I survived the storm
No longer a need to sound the alarm
Inside, I’m calm
The stormy waters now sit still
Empty spaces on both of my arms
Can’t help to notice the better that I get, still
No longer suffering from the chills
Springing back from the fall
Ending summer despite the cold winter spill
At the close of a jagged big thrill
But now that thrill is gone
And I, too, meandered likewise
Nomadic spirit in search of a home
But the climax has hit
My life’s coming into full-circle
A better and stronger reinvention
Surviving attacks from those who try to hurt you
More mature and slow to react
Starting to value patience as a virtue
Resulting in my collective calm
My calm makes me reflective
Surviving another one of life’s storms
Not succumbing to the trials as certain people requested

-W.A. Gordon

NEW POEM - "Pressing Push" (Press & Push) - Part Two

Hey Everybody-

Thank you for stopping by. FINALLY...here is the sequel to Pressing Push (Press & Push). Even though it took a while to post this, I think the right words came to the forefront. I got a couple of positive words about Part One, so I hope that this one does as well, if not better, at meeting your expectations.

On a side note, I am still putting together a SPECIAL project that I hope to have completed before the end of the month. The promotion that I spoke of will be tied to it, so be ready for it when it finally comes to pass.

As usual, tell me what you think of this one - good, bad, or otherwise. And please spread the word and this site to any and everyone you know. Thanks for stopping by. Peace!

Pressing Push (Press & Push) - Part Two

The press and push is getting more real

Going past fatigue that more and more feel

This isn't to say that I don't get tired

Or I'm running on no-doze, wired

If I said this, I'd be a liar

I'm just saying-

That I press past how I feel

Never an easy checkmark on the to-do list

Still, I know I must do this

No cares if you try to disprove this

This is simply how I deal

Moving 'til I start to huff and puff

Like a legend says, don't stop 'til you get...

Well, you know what's up

Let the real recognize the real

Especially when it comes to success

Having to endure pain before knowing how pleasure feels

People trying to deal for only the good

Not accepting the opposition of the bad and ugly

It's sad, but it must be

Taking the rainy days of this life

Pressing and pushing to days all sunny

Going past the euphoria of won money

To a permanent paradise

Only seen by optimal and persistent eyes

Pressed and pushed past the limits seen by eyes

So I press and push and so on

Just off of hope I have so much to go on

Not to mention yet-to-be-fulfilled dreams

Awake or sleep, it seems tangible

Almost more real than my reality seems

Or actually is

And after the vision

Post-daydreams and after the endless wishing

I realize that I can't get there from here

Stuck in position

Have a pace to pick up

Shifting gears in my life's transmission

Really, I'm past the wishing

Reviewing my life's blueprint

Developed as I continue and press on

Challenges of this life, less of a nuisance

Taking each experience as a less-on

Shaking off the negatives

Refined the remaining positives

Pressing and pushing harder than I ever did

Letting my life serve as evidence

-W.A. Gordon