TEN-Minute Workout (4/23/2010) - NEW POEM

Hey,

This is probably my quickest post that I've ever done. I am in a hurry, so hence the TEN minute workout, less the normal 5 additional minutes. I just had some words on my mind and had to get it out before I get back to work. Share your thoughts! Peace!

10-Minute Workout – Part One

My goal is to be a master of words
Using quirky quotes and metaphors
Working to lead the league
Game after game, posting a better score
So that you can’t ignore
All eyes zoom in and take notice
Google me, soon
In due time, the world will know the one who wrote this
Appreciate your focus
Look at the masterpiece under construction
With classics in the making
Past “honorable mention” when my work is in discussion
Causing eyes to water up
Knees quiver up and get to buckling
No longer overlooked
Simply put – W.A.’s up to something
I’m hungry and thirsty, simultaneous
I’m on the hunt, not to be famous
Not only seeking “Bucks” for “eyes”
I’m hunting for more, like wolverines from Michigan
Want to find the broken hearts
Use my mended words so they can be fixed again
Long-lost “loves” never missed again
Reuniting separated Misters and Misses again
My whole purpose goes beyond the surface and natural
My words may come across fantastic
But they’re so relative and natural
It’s actual
Because I know that so many feel and can relate
My compilation’s is coming soon
Grab the calendar and save the date
And, no, it’s not a grand wedding or reunion date
But I promise, that my book’ll be something special
And well worth the wait
So spread the word
Or better yet, make sure that you’ve reread my words
Since sometimes seeing is believing
And many believe more of what they’ve seen than what they’ve heard…

-W.A. Gordon

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

Welcome back,

Thanks for stopping by again. Hope that you are doing well. Just wanted to post another one of my "15-Minute Workouts". I haven't heard a whole lot of feedback, so I guess that I'll keep it going anyway. Before you read this new one, I will forewarn you, the subject on this went to two or three places, in my opinion. I know it is meant to be freestyle, but I didn't think that it would roll like this. I still think it's cool, though. I think that some or many of you may relate in one way or another. Anyway, I'll let YOU be the judge. Email me (wagordon11@gmail.com) or drop me a comment and let me know.

Book and marketing is still in production. I appreciate and love you all for the support. Keep reading! Peace!

15-Minute Workout - Part Four

So flawed in my way of thinking
My thoughts are unique
But many others may agree
They’re just afraid to speak
And present their own perspective
I, too, with timing, am selective
Careful with the ticking times
Cautious how I invest it
Still remembering the times that I invested
Wasted and otherwise
Constantly watched by other eyes
Attention centered on me and mine
Making me the star, I guess
But they still can’t see me like canine seeing-eye
And now I’m seeing eyes
All peering in
I see my ship of destiny on the horizon
It’s nearing in
Finally at peace with my imperfections
Still working my hand to improve
I will not be moved
Much less displaced
Look deeper into this face
Have you ever seen what I’ve seen?
Been where I’ve been?
I have no need to pretend
My own story speaks volumes
As a matter of fact, I probably don’t need any words
The silence exceeds high volumes
Decibels breaking ear drums, shattered
Not looking for “oohs” and “ahhs”
Nor do I need compliments or to be flattered
Since it never really mattered
It wasn’t until now that I accepted the eccentric
Traveling off of the beaten path
Opting for the imperial system rather than metric
Speaking in a different tone
Vocab grown and exploded
Grab your dictionaries
Take hold of the new words I’ve loaded
Write down the new lines and quote it
Take it all in
Take a look at me now, y’all
Let the new chapter begin
A new era with my winning ways
Been fighting odds since beginning days
Too square to be in social circles
People wouldn’t even pretend to say
“Hey…Wanna join us?”
I knew it was all ridicule
Or maybe sarcasm
Either way, I knew I wasn’t cool
Or even hot
How ironic
At best I stood lukewarm
So glad that I’ve released the old thoughts
Let go of old scorn
No need to warn
I bring new words with fresh looks
With an interesting history
Enough plotlines to make the best books
Write songs with the best hooks
And hot verses
I wish everyone the best
I don’t do curses
With a smile on my face
And now I understand why this life doesn’t allow us to rehearse it…

-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

15-Minute Workout (3/22/2010) - NEW POEM

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…

-W.A. Gordon

15-Minute Workout (3/8/2010) - NEW POEM

Good Evening, Everyone-

It's been waaaaaaay too long since I dropped a post on here and let you know the progress of the book. Life has been busy as usual for me, so much in fact that I actually had to slow down book production, marketing, and etcetera to take care if some things. Among those things is me moving (FINALLY) and also going to the dentist (NO FUN).

So today, I came up with an idea to get things up and running again on the blog and to keep you reading and interested (I hope ;-) LOL). Just to keep my mind flowing, I am going to start posting what I call 15-Minute Workouts. 15-Minute Workouts will simply be me writing as much as I can within a 15-minute period. When the time stops, I stop - just that simple. Funny thing is, believe it or not, most of my writing has been done in similar time frames, with minimal editing, so this is nothing short of me freestyling on paper (or screen in this case).

Even though it is a free drop of thoughts, I still want your opinion, feedback, or ANYTHING that you want to tell me about this piece or my writing. Everything helps.

Enjoy...and be on the lookout for book release news and more posts!

15-Minute Workout – Part One

I’m on my 15-minute workout
Got a lot to work out
Put back in order
Amidst the chaotic state
And the chaotic states
That unrest is the way to go
But that’s not how the new me aims to flow
It’s a shame to know
That I once did the dirty things
Attracted to whatever, whenever
Drawn to the flirty things
Letting desire grow
And now I stand more mature to know
More cautious as to what I touch
What seemeth to be a good thing is only for show
And I know for sure
That you live and learn
The next page’ll turn
And so begins the next chapter
We live here in the day after
Not knowing what to expect next
Crying tears followed by roaring laughter after
Shooting out faster than black panthers after attackers
So much to read from my auto-biography
People find me hard to read
Compelling people to ask what’s up with me
I thank them for their empathy
But just realize that it’s just the depth of me
I am a thinker’s thinker seeing he-say, she-say, and the truth
My perspectives never less than three
Conflict even less in me
See, before I was once all over
Scattered from place to place
But now I see a new man when the mirror reflects my face
Showing someone once broken
But now my heart’s spoken
Having seen the ugly, bad, and good
Stretched from suburbia to any and all hoods
Feeling the joys and pleasures
Even the pain is measured
Making me more grateful
My gratitude skyrocketed
Increasing love subsides possibilities of being hateful
Resent and ill-will no longer pocketed
Loosing myself of the things that hold me down
Keeping me weighted
For so long I’ve waited
To be released of the things that matter less and less
On my quest for success
Seeking release from the stress
Reaching out with everything I have left
Before I am completely drained
Using my powers for good rather than otherwise
Worrying about my own work
With no regard for other eyes
Knowing that my private work will increase to greater things
Exposed to public view, in time
Freezing my space in time
In this space and time I know that I’m imperfect
But I work to be better continually
With no regrets, recognizing that the journey alone makes it worth it

-W.A. Gordon

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