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this is why

Posted in Personal reflections, poetry by Bill Charlson on August 26, 2009

do you really want to know?
let me tell you ,
and Ill tell you why,
you’re the reflection of my life,
you’re were an image in my mind,
of a thousand colors of right.
when you said it could never be,
it broke my heart, every last piece.
even after I pleaded with you,
sill you wouldn’t trust me,
you never took the time to listen.
I knew if i couldn’t be with you,
that my time was soon to unravel.
that you were my last chance,
for true love, our last
God like connection from high up.
i really liked it when you played,
those creative games,
and how you played so deviously
i was so entertained.
maybe I just wanted to know,
i was alive,.
i prayed for you on a curbside,
and all i wanted was for you
to pray for me too.
to stop making a science of love,
and acknowledge our emotion.

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desert or snow

Posted in life, Personal reflections, poetry by Bill Charlson on August 22, 2009

shyly I’m turning away
worlds are falling from under me,
but He has a place for me in time,
and the joy of your face will shine.

I am working hard to make a way,
no time for the self of desire,
And the pain that shrouds my day,
not giving the enemy a footing.

God is my hope and my strenth,
the very word that inspires me,
He is the price paid for my soul,
His Spirit dwells in me, hot or cold.

the devil crashes his judgment drum,
but I’m forward marching, and the faith of some.
in sickness and health, my salvation is sure,
In blinding snow, or the deserted earth.

tears of faith

Posted in Personal reflections, poetry by Bill Charlson on August 18, 2009

Shades of grey color my faith,
Like a contrary choice
In watercolors of saving grace.
Red, white and blue my hope,
Read my life in book or a novel,
Listen to my soul in aim songs.
Open up to the last page
Skip to the middle and let it go.
Im the one that comes to save you,
Your hero.
Your heart is a fragile stone glass,
In different grades of the years we made,
Though we cant take the things we did, back
We can always recreate it in another shade.

The San Gabriel Valley

Posted in life, music, Personal reflections, poetry by Bill Charlson on August 16, 2009

I remember the scene,
it was like a dream,
it played out like a story,
in the san gabriel valley.

your passion is thinking,
your heart is the reason,
your mind has a season,
and we really love summer
summer

like speaking words to song,
we talked all night long.
you tell me your feelings,
so whats been going on

your passion is thinking,
your heart is the reason,
your mind has a season,
and you really love summer.
summer

we look at the ocean,
a light shimmering blue green,
i love the skylight night
and the pink flourescent light.

your passion is thinking,
your heart is the reason,
your mind has a season,
and we really love summer,
summer.

love is strong