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

NEW POEM - "Affecting My City - Part One"

Good morning,

Thanks for stopping by. I hope that eveyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday and that you survived the shopping over this past weekend. I know that I am still recovering myself. Today I am posting part one of a new poem that I have written called "Affecting My City". I think that this piece will really connect with those who have grown up in cities, like myself, and have seen the best and the worst of everyday life, but want to see things get better.

I hope to have part two of this poem up in the coming days, because as I am writing this, it is becoming more dear to my heart since I can almost literally see the things that I am saying right before my eyes as I write it. The words for me literally flowed on this one, with no stopping involved. Please feel free to drop me a line and share your thoughts on it, maybe even some ideas for the sequel. Thank you and be blessed!

Affecting My City

Affecting my city
Bringing light to the dark
Revving up my engine to drive
Ignite the fire by just a spark
Causing me to trail blaze
Convincing people to change ways
Transforming from the old to the new
Not simply relying on just what they knew
Only if they knew
Or took hints from the predecessors
Since their ways didn’t work
Gotta come up with something better
Be more committed than fair-weather
Pressing on through the good, bad, and otherwise
The will to survive and thrive-
The differentiator between some and other guys
Finally opening up closed and others’ eyes
Letting the revelation set in
City dwellers beating all odds
Outsiders suffer losses for opposing and betting
And things get better for those trying to get in
Reality’s no longer the accepting setting
Dreams are the preferred space and time
With less people facing time
Mom and Dad in the house at the same time
Less weed and pill-stained minds
People in buildings developing and elevating minds
Becoming slower to produce their mini-me’s
First giving the inner-self the needed upgrades
Providing justification for future many “me”s
Right now so many are slow to see
Eyes closed to the facts
Accepting their life on circumstances known to be
Complacency showers and the multitude become lax
And now they even more lack
In both the physical and the spiritual
Taking the proverbial well running dry
Now making it literal
So they need to be refilled
Not relying on quick fixes and cheap thrills
Rather, looking over the long run
Opting for the wise moves
Rather than making the wrong ones
Getting it right before it’s all done...

-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 - "Why Love" - Part Three

Hey Everybody-

Just posting up the third piece to "Why Love". This poem has kind of taken a life of it's own, because if you would tell me that I would write anymore past part one, i can't say that I would've agreed. Nonetheless, these poems have helped me and I pray that they bring something good to your life as well.

As usual, be ready for any news and updates that I have coming up, especially on Facebook world.

Take care 'til the next time. Peace.

Why Love – Part Three

All I hear is “love this” and “love that”
I encourage you to put love where your heart’s at
Direct word from our Father
Right from Heaven, so there’s nothing above that
Too many times I wonder where the love’s at
This world’s getting cold
Getting so sick, we need a remedy
Proverbial chicken soup for the soul
True love is the goal
Love with no boundary or limit
A world where we’re all quick to receive love
And just as eager to give it
I personally take this dream and live it
Taking it beyond fantastic borders
Keeping it deep in my spirit
So that my heart can never be labeled “out of order’

To love one another is a mandate
True, there’s only so much that one can stand or take
As is the same with counterparts
But love is all that counts in hearts
It’s within each of us that it starts
In addition, the hate’s ending
Putting to better use the energy that we’re spending
And there’s no use in pretending
As I said before, real recognizes real
Making it important to love past how you feel
Using only words of kind intention
Compliments welcomed and mentioned
Negativity cast aside
Adding coals to the fire in the love train’s engine

True love is so, so special
I hope that you find it
Anything short is not the real thing
Take each imitation and bind it
Let me rewind it:
True love is so, so special
I PRAY that you find it
And it warms you up a little bit
Not only hearing these words
But effectively living it
Adding it to the routine
If you do, you will see
Love in all forms
As told to people in Corinth in chapter thirteen
So if you already have the faith
And you still remain hopeful
Add a little love to it
And your life will finally have met the grand total

-W.A. Gordon