<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131</id><updated>2011-08-02T16:14:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Written Words Of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Every now and then I get some inspiration to write, so when I do I will most likely be compelled to post it now.
I also will be copyrighting my work so if by chance someone feels inspired to commit something on my behalf i am protected!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-6396040361231658074</id><published>2011-06-05T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:48:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M T G</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinking back on my last year I started writing some poems / lyrics. I wanted to show as a part of my release of creativity as I am getting back to my writing roots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a day that’s swept in rain&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My eyes have been hurt open again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With this pain thats in my mind &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That you’re leaving me behind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt this strain that was&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in my side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say there wasn’t someone to hide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s just too hard to believe in you at times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;After all that you put me through rewind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those texts that you got that day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That smile you hid right on your face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t forget you cheated in front of me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How stupid what did I do not leave&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it hard to show me sometimes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That you’re proud of what is mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You left all too quick for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say that its nothing for me to read&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That you would have made it up to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your talk is that just as of late &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actions never were yours too play&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How many times have I spelt it for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Word for word what I wanted from you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No compromise, you put me through that strain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know your friends show as much shame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How ive lied for you, lying to them for you too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thats a selfish kind of trait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish you would just open up and be brave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you please show me what love would’ve been mine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You claimed that we would’ve wed someday, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s true I wanted more from you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You stayed and pulled me through&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;More to come, You will hear from me soon as I have a whole lot of news for everyone :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;xoxo Will Wilson xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-6396040361231658074?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-1716821499875407815</id><published>2010-03-04T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:32:24.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From all the times in my life that I was ever unsure of anything, I would always tend to try harder. To try harder is sometimes where the damage is mostly done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was unlike anything I have ever experienced, and it had its ups and downs but everyone learns from mistakes and achievements. It took the setting of a summer’s eve, me as an independent male was out on the town with some friends celebrating for an event I had missed but had the opportunity to build upon and experience in a different light. It was just a glance in that eye that caught my soul, I was curious for more but I knew the love interest of this eye wouldn’t be too happy so I backed off. It was the next few meetings that had made me think that it was to be. To be is what I was unsure of until now, a time in my life where I had that eye in my soul. A time to help heal someone, to let them see how beautiful life can be with them in it. This isn’t one of those love stories that you would expect to read about because it wasn’t all roses and butterflies, but it is love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the night where we first met, I had not merely paid attention to this person. Didn’t feel the need to honestly but I had thought that when the time is right it would happen, and it did. The couple that had been through a lot together looked tired, and the protective nature was very apparent. It’s funny, when you fall for someone they see you for who you are alone… not who you are when in love. Why is it that people love the alone state more then that they are when they mean something more… I’ll stop side tracking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I communicated on a lower level not thinking much on the first meeting but that this person was very attractive and meaningful but didn’t grasp on what level. At that time I had left to recover myself from the night of social delinquency. Woke up the next morning not thinking anything about this but a mere meeting of someone. I had to go to my performing class at that time and work on my craftsmanship, so along I went content with who I was and a confident thirst of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a showcase planned in a few weeks and did not want to embarrass myself in front of the crowd I had asked to attend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a spirit of a young man that is true but my heart has aged due to my past experiences in life. The last time I had looked into someone’s eyes with any significance I had been taken a fool. This time At that point where I realized I was treated as such, I promised myself never to gravitate to the same situation, even if it meant to give up everything, it would have been better then feeling so insignificant to someone who was on a high regard to my love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How easy it is to say these things before you actually go through in the motion right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So back on track.. My showcase was amazing and I had a blast. Had the support of my loved ones all in audience. I was on top of the world, and then the group of us all attended a local pub for some congratulatory drinks and food for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not in any thoughts of this person I hold so dear now, had he walked in to meet with my friend. I thought how strange, as I knew something between us from first sight was there. We all enjoyed conversation and reminiscing about the past to catch each other up on where our lives where taking us. We all then started to move to the next venue of choice for some cheap cocktails and laughs. At this point I was communicating more openly with the one who re entered so marvelously. We both just had this innate ability to talk with no end in sight. At this point I knew he was still in his breaking relationship and did not want to intrude but yet lend a hand on any wrong doings. I know myself and conversation is always the best therapy. I remember the last words of that night were around the statement of his words&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So you want to come home with me now eh?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember that so clearly and it will make more sense in the later ends of this story. I rebutted,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Is that what you want?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Showing how cocky I could have been.. I then returned to my group of friends as I knew this was not what I nor he had intended for us. He then had left due to his prior companion showing up in a un eased manner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I again did not think twice about any further situation as I had no intent to freak him out, and the portrayal of a home wrecker is not something one likes on their shoulder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember going back to meet my friends new interest and him being very polite and surprisingly open and at ease within the certain area we were in. None the less it was fun all in all, the weather was great and the stars were out for all to see. If you haven’t guessed this started to take place in the summer months, maybe I didn’t make it to clear but now you are well informed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next time I would meet this amazing hidden spirit would be at my brother’s birthday bash. At this time I was ready to make the acquaintance of the bright soul hidden in the dark corner. This was the night where things made clear of what was to come. I had had many of conversations with this specimen and wanted more. I knew that I had to ask for some form of communication, and as it so happened he was interested in the conversations on a deeper level as well. This was near the late summer where the days were long and the time was great. I remember the first time I opened my door to see him walk in. It made me happy; made me happier then I had been by far.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had understood that there was little to advance on as I had not been sure where his emotions lied at time. I then learned that he had been broken, literally inside I could see pain, struggle and remorse, not for himself but for what has happened in his past. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I only at that point was thinking on how I could spread my soul to help heal his. You know when you look into someone’s eyes and you see a passion burning inside but they are afraid or are in bad time to let it out. That’s where he stood, alone and I now understand when he claims “I don’t know what lonely is”. After hearing that now I feel pity on his behalf because if he can never be lonely he can never truly love. It took some time for me to choose the word pity, but it is a true feeling but does not elaborate past that one statement. I only feel it as he may never feel that. I love him for who he is; just at that point it was pity to know that a lonely side wouldn’t be truly understood. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The days the nights just flew by, literally I remember waking up in the morning next to beauty. The one thing in the world that I had found some new state of mind in. I still wake up with the feeling of bliss and complete intoxication with his being, for the maturity of a adult relationship. The days flew by at work, with ease in every situation even if it was a mess; it was my mess that was cleared with strength in knowledge. To start to understand where I am coming from with my career choices, the current full time position has always been the vein of my existence with this man, probably put more strain on the whole situation that had made it a mess at times. It took time for me to see it for what it truly is. So back on track, as I at this point was in a happy state of well being, it was natural for my work and levels of commitment to even out on all levels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was almost natural to wake up with a great feeling and withhold it for the day to come just for the chance to talk or see this man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In his eyes this was the time that made it hard on him, let alone his prior relationship had ended on a awkward level, that to this day is still in strain on him, but he had lost his position within his company. They had gone on hiatus due to the recent recession in the world. It was like a bullet to his head, to lose his passion in one aspect the too lose his commitment in his love life then to have an unstable home life, how could that not effect someone. I opened my arms and home to help if it would have made any difference, and it did. I knew that there was a level of dependence that would not be admitted no matter how much it was relevant. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I remember the times when I would get the drive to work, the early morning rise and the sometimes surprising sexual energy or teasing that would transpire but to most it is viewed as the early stage of the relationship, not to be taken lightly as this still wasn’t the time where I would truly know who someone was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw things for what they truly were, the statement “it is what it is” made sense to me at that point and had no negative undertone. I had no expectations but to be a friend, but once I had accepted the position of a friend would my feelings never really make it less. I knew who he was inside but to this day he would not admit to the full image I do see. I remember one summer’s eve we were sitting on my balcony, sitting and talking and even if I had not opened my mouth much he would still feel at ease because he could vent. I let it happen, because sometimes all someone needs is for someone to listen. He lost his job but that itself didn’t hit him as hard as the personal relations he made within the workplace, they were his family, his people who made him happy and who in past were there once a relationship would had broke.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He admitted that months later those things were always easier with the security of the employment. He opened his life in a aspect, maybe a freckle of the past existence but to an understanding which he would not be aware of, through my eyes it was on a different level.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His past had come back to bite me in the ass in some aspect at this point. I remember a day when I had lunch with a friend of mine, then as planned we had a few drinks. We started talking about the eve that we had all met the new interest. I was curious as to why this had been brought up, not knowing that it was a point of Drama for both my friends and my new interest. The pal had explained on how the interests ex partner had come by for a few drinks. Had come to talk and hang out, which I had not found weird at the time but once it was brought up to the interest it was reworded with new meaning. Now I know that my friends are not the most innocent but I know what’s right and wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it was left to believe that my pals (partners) had made advancements on this riff raff that is to be known as my interests past partner. A total fabrication from the truth as they together would never take part in this, maybe separately but not together. I know weird how homosexual relationships work but what is commitment now a days, it’s been renamed and wrapped with a bow on it not to be revealed until signed with blood on script…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know many think cheating is wrong and I do believe that, but in a adult relationship, think logically, do you expect to sleep with the same person forever, or do they… things happen and no matter who you are it can. I do not condone going out and looking for it, but I do understand circumstances and things are not always as they seem. So back to the drama, once this ex brought it up to my interest it was told a different way then what I had been informed. Knowing the psychotic nature of this ex and the patience of my friends, I knew which to believe. I knew that ex came in and had drinks and ran his mouth way to openly and the friends just got bored of listening and said good day. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This made it weird in the first encounter that interest and friend would have had but we moved past this as it was bound to have happened due to some past events. After this situation had blown over I felt that all was clear, and I knew that it was handled in an appropriate manner. Address, react and recover. We did it together, which made me think more upon this interest, it was totally the beginning of me seeing things in a better way. A way of future and a way that made me grow for this person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though he may have been damaged, I got to see smiles, I got them out of him. We would do random things, literally, we would go to a beach and just lay there after work and talk…. Or go out on the town for a few drinks to enjoy each other’s company, even if it was on my work time I would somehow find a way to just release and move forward with what was happening. It truly was just the spirit of him that made my life more tolerable, worth risking, but at the time I wouldn’t exactly risk it all due to the fact we both had much to learn on each other. I would go out with friends very frequently and would never lose sight on what fun I had in the past. Then for some unknown reason something changed. I remember the first time he invited me into his home; it was something new… not like I had done this before. We at this time had been hanging out quiet regularly but the rendezvous spot would always take place within my house. I believe in me it came down to the thought that someone’s home is there safe haven, there blanket if you would call it. I openly wanted him to be in mine, but now he had wanted me to be in his. It made my mind clear that in the small time but the deep conversations this was real. This was happening and to just go with the day to day theory in which I was with him and wanted him with me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first few times I had come over to his place located a little further out of the dt core in which I reside in, it was interesting as it was a new territory, a new aspect in which I was almost consumed in wonder of. I know it’s pretty straight forward he invited you to stay at his place, that’s all. In my mind it was placed in a way of opening. This is the place in which he made a home for himself and his past life, the past in which now could become the future if I wasn’t to clingy or forward in the manner that he knew he had me at his heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this point I remember just waking up in his bed, him holding me and me looking out the window at the warm day ahead. To be honest I cannot remember the last time I had woken up in someone’s arms feeling like this was so true and was what I wanted for the rest of time, not to be too corny. On a honest level well it was like I was in love for the first time again, but to let him know wouldn’t be the smartest thing right away, hold it back, at this point it had only been around the 2 month mark of our time being just us and relaxing and taking day by day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing I was absolutely sure of at this point, the small things in life can hold just as much meaning as the smaller. When you think about it the big things in life are only a mark on what you had made happen, the small things are what you had been through and worked on to make the mark. The conversations of dreams and aspirations and beliefs and personal growths had made me wonder on how I could be so lucky as to have met someone who can hold that with me. Holding conversations at times can be hard, especially with the pedestrians in this city as I find half of most are not well educated or are just socially inept.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next few weeks had been just on personal growth on both behalves, since we had talked about the hurt in ones another’s life. The pain that had been seen and experienced and just related on how things could change and would in time it was just the acceptance on patience which to this day I had never been fond of, but have learnt from what I was experiencing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The summer was ending and the weather so still spirited in warmth had been holding unto a colder time. I remember it was near the end of September, I had thought of a place I had went with random friends years prior and that held such significance just based of the view. It was of the city, but in a distance. All the buildings, all the lights and all the problems seemed so small from this point, like you were looking into Toronto’s globe. I wanted this to be a spot of importance, a spot where he could remember that things were and are great from an outside perspective. This was the very spot I couldn’t hold my feelings in anymore, I had taken the plunge and told him my thoughts, told him how I felt, told him that I love him. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know your thinking wow you fool, why so quick, why so cheesy. Well to be honest its something I wish someone would have done for me along some timeline. I thought that if I could make someone I love smile with that why not do it. At this point he was in a minor down vibe about where his position in life stood but I knew that this moment made a difference, it showed someone cared. Someone wanted a change for the better for him; even if he wanted to fight it off in a theory it would not be forgotten. He said “I love you” back. To this day I do believe in this love, and it is strong, but I do sometimes wonder that if I held it back for a little more time what would be different. I have concluded that nothing would, love is love and you know after spending a consecutive repetitive amount of time with someone if you do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There it was laid all on the table, how I felt and what was in my mind and what I wanted to transpire. I know that at times it may have been hard but I was warned not to read into him, he would be hot and cold and this was no news to me. I was warned by one of his close friends about his personality, but yet again to actually take what thus friend said seriously was to be debated as I have found in recent events. I will be flat honest, my love was in a unstable mind control the use of medications I had known all too well until a prior few years was taking place. I relate in the fact that I know how hard it can be if your doctors are placing you in a unstable mind state and using you as a guinea pig for their commissioned meds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember at one night, there was a freight as I remember a prior conversation in which the person I have grown so close to had mentioned on how he was upset constantly and was wanting to end things, he didn’t clarify on the plural of End. An end thing was interpreted as ending his life, as I had done some research on the meds he was consuming. I remember the only reason I had thought this is because he had not messaged in a few hours, after we had planned to hang out. I had shown up to his place and knocked for about 20 minutes at his door and had no answer. At this point my mind was consumed with a natural state of worry, as I would wish someone would worry in the same aspect for me in this manner should the event arise. I got on the bus and travelled back to my place, in conversation with a close friend at a time, which had gone through the same event within the prior months. She suggested for me to call the police, just to report a worry, remain nameless and just let them know the situation as if I truly loved him and was worried for his best interest to do the right thing. To this day he was never informed on who it was that placed the call but something the officer said made it clear that it was me, and not that I cared just I wanted him to know that he was loved and I wouldn’t ever walk away in a time of need, shows a strong character to do something like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The funny thing is getting to know who he was at that time and not being controlled by the daily grind he fell asleep for nightly naps quite frequently, before me spending any significant amount of time at his place I just should have though on that. All in all that was an event that took place and will not be forgotten even though if it was the result of a cat nap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after that fact this would bring us up until around the middle of October, so it was getting chilly and just a normal annoyance of weather. Staying at my place then staying at his place became clear on where I wanted to be. Not that I didn’t feel at home where I reside, just was that someone ultimately opened there home to me, we have shared upon our personal spaces and to be honest I felt more comfortable in his space then where I could at home. I live with a roommate and to be frank, yes I have OCD in a minor part, which would become a inside joke within the times In the location where I live it is in a constant state of mess and disarray if I am not in the area, always a part to clean or dishes to do, or something to be dusted or organized, even if it wasn’t for my OCD at times the mess would seem like an overabundance of annoyance. It was more and more that I had started to make way into his place, and willingly and open to anything to come, which made me feel as if the world was my oyster.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now right about when I started to visit here more often, I did a movie shoot in Hamilton. The move was named “Baby Love” which was produced by Novelette Productions, was a fun learning experience but showed that well I wanted to work on a professional set, something more substantial and organized. I remember the conversations that M and myself had started about this, the script well wasn’t solid and did have modifications, He warned me that this would definitely be an experience but to keep my head up as this was not the first production I would encounter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still audition very frequently but the winter months were approaching which is dead time for most entertainment focuses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A common interest which has been always there is the Entertainment Industry, he works as a post production manager and editor&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I was a actor beginning into the open industry of deceit and lies at times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was very clear on that understanding long before I had met M and I will never forget on how things can change in all of an instance. The knowledge he holds is something that has inspired me to learn more and to achieve the great goals in which he has achieved. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So enough about what we do and side tracking from the mail message but just to put it out there our dreams and aspirations are a line to the same area. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ack to where I was thinking about his stability. To be honest and forward when I met M it was during the lower stage as he was in a rut. When you meet someone on the low side you can see them for who they truly are, and that’s what gravitated in a sense, that I could see who he was even though he was going through something hard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that point where I saw what he was going through I had turned to where I had when i had experienced the trials. I then went to poetry, wrote from the heart and gave a part of what I thought could help. It went something like this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;In the days where we believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;From the eve’s where we were naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I still know between you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;We will truly make this see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;At times when life is tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You exterior shell still may be a little rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;In you I will always see though eyes the man you’ll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It is easy to stray when that one’s away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;The heart may feel at bay, but good times on way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You smile without a doubt as your life is on its route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It makes me believe that what we will be can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Our voices entwined upon an autumns eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Relating on what and how we believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Such an internal release we can breathe from ones word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;What is yet to come had made my mind at times numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;The silence is not more than a relief but yet a way to know what we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It may be hard to hold, making things right and or may be cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;My voice and spirit is free, and I choose you to be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;In the ease of the night, without a freight of the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You will lean in to me, and whisper l can imagine what can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;At times it’s hard to see, as it is what will become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;You are the one I want indeed and I want you to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Opening one heart is not a game, and must be taken in ease not vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;It is who I want to be, the man that stands here, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;know that seasons change, but the heart will remain the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;In time the warmth will release, as a past may freeze upon what may not be at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Eyes are the door to ones soul and will give you away if ones too bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Happiness is here in me, just wait as time has proven it from thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Dreams are meant to be followed, as you and I have modeled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;A future made out of what the worlds can put in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;What will bring us into our decided fate with the human race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;We can take on the world on just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;As we will have a power that blind if no one could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Don’t fight this, as I know this should be cause you can handle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Whisper let It Be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also then started to be more prominent as I remember it was a little tougher and to be honest I felt a little threatened as M’s past lover had come back in a minor way and would appear randomly and I knew that was unsettling for him but in the same vote it was extremely for me. It doesn’t take a scientist to tell you that when an EX comes around frequently that something if off. I understand the statement of not reading into thing, but when its flashed in your face more the once in a weekend it is a little unsettling. That was near the beginning of November so a few months after we had started on our personal journey together. I know that me as a human being can show some paranoid signs and well with the OCD in some aspects it doesn’t help so I learned on how to not think about the negative. If you think on a negative state then you will see the negative happen right? Is that just being naive though? I mean if you want to share your life with someone and they are alright with who you are then why would they start to do stupid things? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this point in our relationship things were up, just was where I thought it would end up were we would start to see parts of each other that would be valid. I learned that well I need space just as much as the next person, and if there is no space then it may get to be difficult. If you have that feeling of being backed to the wall then it will be difficult, but when you deserve to be in that corner then don’t be afraid of placing properly. I know that questions can create havoc but if you don’t ask them then would you second guess yourself?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the month of November was a little interesting to be out there, we had the conversations about a mutual friend being completely and utterly jealous and trying to pull us away from side to side. Funny thing is he became a much better friend to me since I had been seeing M. Weird eh? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-1716821499875407815?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1716821499875407815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-what-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/1716821499875407815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/1716821499875407815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It Is What It Is'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-5991804100212127578</id><published>2010-01-14T21:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:02:31.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say This Now, Take It Weak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Common minds that were made to lead&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stand alone, yet beside my stone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can always see what’s right to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You laugh it off now, It may cut deep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the rain, It speaks to me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A challenge drives right in so deep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’re perfect now, why can this be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can take a breath, cause I’m not in lead&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see upon all that’s bleeding&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A world that causes so much pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I trembled then, but I stand here &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can see through the rain, you brought me home again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that I will stand whats next&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You look at me, Cause you’re not leaving&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wake up every day and say that I can beat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dark cloud now, seems to move to east&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been released from whats been eating&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know im not alone in saying that life, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can be defeating &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But stand up once again, and you will see my friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-5991804100212127578?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5991804100212127578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5991804100212127578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5991804100212127578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-me.html' title='In Me'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-3769697077777540426</id><published>2010-01-14T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:19:18.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im So Glad That Your Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is more than anything I have felt by far&lt;br /&gt;I feel the strength from within me&lt;br /&gt;All the good times play by in my head&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me why I’m with you, I’m not so dead&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings inside are valid now&lt;br /&gt;I feel whole and complete with you right there&lt;br /&gt;You would not imagine how this is so&lt;br /&gt;You can see just what happens when times are still&lt;br /&gt;From being left aside in past till it killedI  must say that I’m sorry to have strained so much&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last time ill say this but it hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were opened by only you&lt;br /&gt;I can see why patience is catch 22&lt;br /&gt;Will you look at me and say that you cant live without&lt;br /&gt;You say I have saved you without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I can feel how a savior was in such need&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t plan on that happening but it mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;To know that I’m in your heart with such a high claim&lt;br /&gt;Sometime forgotten but I won’t live it down&lt;br /&gt;You have saved a part of my peace that was found&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see what future holds&lt;br /&gt;I know life’s a challenge but damb lets take hold&lt;br /&gt;With you I can just be and let things slide&lt;br /&gt;We can make so much of such a small time&lt;br /&gt;I can see how I wont ever let go&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me and that’s a story told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-3769697077777540426?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3769697077777540426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-glad-that-your-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/3769697077777540426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/3769697077777540426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-glad-that-your-happy.html' title='Im So Glad That Your Happy'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-7909220150016695291</id><published>2010-01-14T10:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:59:46.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I Try&lt;br /&gt;I look Into Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I Know That We Belong Together&lt;br /&gt;Every Day and Night&lt;br /&gt;Your All I Can Think ABout&lt;br /&gt;You Know Ill Be Yours Forever&lt;br /&gt;Here We Are, In Eachothers Arms&lt;br /&gt;We Can Say That We Never Go Far&lt;br /&gt;Here I Stand Holding Onto Arms&lt;br /&gt;As I See You Just For Who You Are&lt;br /&gt;I May Have Tried&lt;br /&gt;Agreed That Sometimes We Hear Hide&lt;br /&gt;Throught It All, I Would Never Fall&lt;br /&gt;I Can Fell It From Your Side&lt;br /&gt;A Soul So Strong, Take Down A Wall&lt;br /&gt;I Will Climb The Rest, To Get Your Best&lt;br /&gt;You Know Im Right, Cast The Fears Aside&lt;br /&gt;As a Future Holds A Key For We&lt;br /&gt;You Can Touch Ones Heart&lt;br /&gt;I Cannot See This Thing Grow Apart&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Will Rise and Bring Us Up Inside&lt;br /&gt;In Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Will xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-7909220150016695291?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7909220150016695291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/7909220150016695291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/7909220150016695291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunrise.html' title='Sunrise'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-2093282282120067686</id><published>2010-01-10T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:27:40.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In the ways you’ll never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You think you’re on the upper hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Control is rarely maintained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Respect is never gained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All the times you wouldn’t see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Make excuses and change from what be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Open your eyes to reach whats meant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Linguring losses are never to be kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;A never ending game of whos stake to claim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When one cant admit secrets that have been omit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hiding is never the best key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Open up and let things be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Truth may hurt but it is partial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Time can heal all that’s been awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sights on what needed for each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Cloudy but what we both want to preach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Will you change if needed to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It takes two to make things be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Things were great until to much at stake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Steps back are always viewed with a rate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I want more to see then what words may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Movement around on whats become profound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Can we make this or will we not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I will not be the one whos been fought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-2093282282120067686?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2093282282120067686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/2093282282120067686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/2093282282120067686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-8586615030186804567</id><published>2010-01-10T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:26:12.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It was the summer of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It was the person left in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All the times I’ve walked alone in the city on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There was a feeling inside, something I can’t describe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something I wanted to share with a boy who would care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In the passion of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Always wanting to help what’s right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Forgetting the person in me who made up all these needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Question feelings inside to cover up the cuts left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Now it’s time to stand my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;On what was meant and not what’s found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Never wanting to start the fight, but will have to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All your emotions kept behind, it was what hindered us tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You couldn’t realize how you made me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What you wanted and planned for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All the times I was ignored, ya right you should have answered more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You told me don’t read into me, so you could fill my life with deceit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You may think you have me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I’m smarter than your clowns, you’ll own up to me you’ll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Because you will burn up with it neat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Love makes each lives put up for stake, in that corner you will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Being backed against a wall, is nothing new for you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why can’t you see it you to change, before you can truly be humaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All the games you play you see, burn up with others with such deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You can betray behind you eyes but one look may make me rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I know just who you are and I will not be made sub par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am significant for you, to open up from blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You will thank me years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You’ll make it up to me somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-8586615030186804567?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8586615030186804567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/8586615030186804567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/8586615030186804567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-4633421545572216637</id><published>2010-01-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:18:33.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper Let It Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;In the days where we believe&lt;br /&gt;From the eve’s where we were naive&lt;br /&gt;I still know between you and me&lt;br /&gt;We will truly make this see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times when life is tough&lt;br /&gt;You exterior shell still may be a little rough&lt;br /&gt;In you I will always see though eyes the man you’ll be&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to stray when that one’s away&lt;br /&gt;The heart may feel at bay, but good times on way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile without a doubt as your life is on its route&lt;br /&gt;It makes me believe that what we will be can see&lt;br /&gt;Our voices entwined upon an autumns eve&lt;br /&gt;Relating on what and how we believe&lt;br /&gt;Such an internal release we can breathe from ones word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is yet to come had made my mind at times numb&lt;br /&gt;The silence is not more than a relief but yet a way to know what we need&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard to hold, making things right and or may be cold&lt;br /&gt;My voice and spirit is free, and I choose you to be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;In the ease of the night, without a freight of the light&lt;br /&gt;You will lean in to me, and whisper l can imagine what can be&lt;br /&gt;At times it’s hard to see, as it is what will become of me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I want indeed and I want you to believe&lt;br /&gt;Opening one heart is not a game, and must be taken in ease not vein&lt;br /&gt;It is who I want to be, the man that stands here, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that seasons change, but the heart will remain the same&lt;br /&gt;In time the warmth will release, as a past may freeze upon what may not be at ease&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are the door to ones soul and will give you away if ones too bold&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is here in me, just wait as time has proven it from thee&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are meant to be followed, as you and I have modeled&lt;br /&gt;A future made out of what the worlds can put in place&lt;br /&gt;What will bring us into our decided fate with the human race&lt;br /&gt;We can take on the world on just you and me&lt;br /&gt;As we will have a power that blind if no one could see&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fight this, as I know this should be cause you can handle me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper let It Be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-4633421545572216637?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4633421545572216637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/whisper-let-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/4633421545572216637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/4633421545572216637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/whisper-let-it-be.html' title='Whisper Let It Be'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-3048460488045108604</id><published>2010-01-10T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:14:11.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M</title><content type='html'>In the time when i believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what I could receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foolish thought in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed a point to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ultimate pain had made it once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain that never hurt except its owners gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind dormate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what true lifes about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had opened its heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn what loves about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill never let go of what had come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the eyes of beauty had freed my soul to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may never know what thats about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never show an ounce of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is what I have gained,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love is what had remained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eternal understanding may be to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the soul of who you love run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will see what means to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A future is whats in need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-3048460488045108604?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-5943558472194560458</id><published>2010-01-10T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:13:22.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What It Is</title><content type='html'>I saw you walk away from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanted nothing more then to let this ride&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of was how many lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the person you were from inside&lt;br /&gt;I wanted nothing more then to let you be mine for a time&lt;br /&gt;I grew to see the way you would be, but something inside me thought you could be deep&lt;br /&gt;Your friends have all said more then what was to mend, I just laid it to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the many ways we have been so serine&lt;br /&gt;All the parties and times were we were able to let be&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of much until you went away&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened with so much more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance is right the rift may be a fight&lt;br /&gt;All I know is what can be at toll&lt;br /&gt;I wont let down on what I have found&lt;br /&gt;Open and see you mean much more to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hide away with so much more to say&lt;br /&gt;Your words make up on the past and whats been done&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how to make things run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stub urn nature in you, but I cannot refuse&lt;br /&gt;You hold back on how to be, but the only thing is its me&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to let you see just how it could be&lt;br /&gt;Will you throw that away, from each single day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong and I am wise&lt;br /&gt;I will not see myself demise&lt;br /&gt;This part of me I feel will never make things surreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for you to see&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Take the step that needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;I will not run or disapprove with whats to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes to short for all the loss&lt;br /&gt;Lifes always great with what can be won&lt;br /&gt;Its a catch 22, when sometimes I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;As you may see, You walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold back on whats in store&lt;br /&gt;You separate with unconscious to what may before&lt;br /&gt;I see who you are and I am willing to be&lt;br /&gt;Just you need to open up to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-5943558472194560458?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5943558472194560458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-what-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5943558472194560458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5943558472194560458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It Is What It Is'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-75238477081809011</id><published>2010-01-10T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:12:03.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>When you make up how you live&lt;br /&gt;With so much on how you can give&lt;br /&gt;Someone can start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;How you do treat those others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know just how you are&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it not from afar&lt;br /&gt;Little white lies may be what you see&lt;br /&gt;Deceit is a prospective of so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing links to what you say&lt;br /&gt;Make people question you everyday&lt;br /&gt;Does it get tiring on how you live you life&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what meaning you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know you from inside&lt;br /&gt;Rush to the cold of the outside&lt;br /&gt;Hide within the white slate&lt;br /&gt;You might just be too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone really cared on these&lt;br /&gt;They would bring you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;The freight of loosing all may be&lt;br /&gt;Thats why they just swallow and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives are at steak&lt;br /&gt;When you make your way in the world&lt;br /&gt;Dont be afraid to let it go&lt;br /&gt;The end result may not be told&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-75238477081809011?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/75238477081809011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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but yet you’re so far&lt;br /&gt;I think of the memories, of who I know you are&lt;br /&gt;You were so silent, and yet never afraid&lt;br /&gt;Here in my apartment, I will lay to think of how you behave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light comes, Do you feel the shine run&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of when the time comes, to take you away&lt;br /&gt;Will you hate me, treat me when you’re angry&lt;br /&gt;Sharing when in rest, when it’s the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be afraid, I won't hurt you&lt;br /&gt;As I see much more, entrusted in you&lt;br /&gt;I saw us both laughing, running away&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from no one, to make a great day&lt;br /&gt;You seemed so happy, All fears put to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the heart comes, &lt;br /&gt;leaving what the pasts done,&lt;br /&gt;Healing in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;No reason to be afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I will hold ya, When Feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Seek me so contently,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the set raining, with a blue glare&lt;br /&gt;You see the spark rising, in my heart dear&lt;br /&gt;We will grow strong now, without all the tears&lt;br /&gt;This is what love is, I want you right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am asking will you stay till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our time comes&lt;br /&gt;See us growing with live hun&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams will reach a high run&lt;br /&gt;Just cause you were there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-3539536568428402404?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3539536568428402404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a peek&lt;br /&gt;I stray away from what is real&lt;br /&gt;Its the past who made that deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine a life without&lt;br /&gt;Someone who lived with too much doubt&lt;br /&gt;Look inside and you will see&lt;br /&gt;The things you need to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only reep what you sow&lt;br /&gt;Make much more with who you know&lt;br /&gt;Is that true in all you know&lt;br /&gt;Why as someone told you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another to hold and rest in bed&lt;br /&gt;Is what all want for the end&lt;br /&gt;The hunt is fearful&lt;br /&gt;The found is fake&lt;br /&gt;How many times before you hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish in hope that I can see&lt;br /&gt;As someone has curse the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;Child to man is the way you go&lt;br /&gt;Only if you truly let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we know it can be there&lt;br /&gt;Find the one who is open to share&lt;br /&gt;Hold back your heart until you know&lt;br /&gt;That one will never let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-1555394180133522810?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1555394180133522810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/1555394180133522810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/1555394180133522810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/hearts.html' title='Hearts'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-2506971557230100119</id><published>2009-07-30T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:39:45.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreliable</title><content type='html'>I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt beleive the lies&lt;br /&gt;Should've been inside&lt;br /&gt;Where the truth will always arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now not to trust&lt;br /&gt;I know how why I thought that much&lt;br /&gt;All the points where there to believe&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more then what you could conceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claimed all too much of sense&lt;br /&gt;Did you really mean what was said&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay restless in that bed&lt;br /&gt;Where I thought made more awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hurt much from all my past&lt;br /&gt;Vonerable is what makes last&lt;br /&gt;You saw how much you meant inside&lt;br /&gt;Covered It with all the ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People start and state much more&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt fatham you being a whore&lt;br /&gt;We connected to close to call&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figments at large it may seem&lt;br /&gt;I played a trick on myself it seems&lt;br /&gt;I filled the void with one untrue&lt;br /&gt;You couldnt have done that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took chance and now I see&lt;br /&gt;I do mean more too me&lt;br /&gt;Place yourself in where I stand&lt;br /&gt;You would learn more in grand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-2506971557230100119?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2506971557230100119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/unreliable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/2506971557230100119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/2506971557230100119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/unreliable.html' title='Unreliable'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-1404233666591938576</id><published>2009-07-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:33:47.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Friend</title><content type='html'>We Grew, We Ran&lt;br /&gt;We Stayed, We Played&lt;br /&gt;I Changed , You Relayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the time has moved on&lt;br /&gt;Though you may have thought I pushed wrong&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean to make things fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you now and glance fondly&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t mean we had such a quarrel&lt;br /&gt;You know it was just time to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an intent to reach&lt;br /&gt;It never would have been said right&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know it doesn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;Let not place now to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the laughs we shared&lt;br /&gt;All the friggin beer was there&lt;br /&gt;We used to have the best of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s never time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Even if we blamed to high&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this just to put it there&lt;br /&gt;If I called would you be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a glimpse of all you need&lt;br /&gt;Could never rush to hurt the need&lt;br /&gt;So look back now and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;what was real when there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-1404233666591938576?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1404233666591938576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-7615502484349307183</id><published>2009-07-28T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:07:31.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waving Winds</title><content type='html'>Can you feel the sun up rising&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the cars rush by&lt;br /&gt;Could you have even just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A darker shawdow starts to wander&lt;br /&gt;The light tries to fludder&lt;br /&gt;Was this when it might have made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the breeze alone&lt;br /&gt;You see it in the water&lt;br /&gt;Were we both lay calm&lt;br /&gt;Even through the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the truth in me&lt;br /&gt;I feel you think a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Pass the judgement calls&lt;br /&gt;After he thought of it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-7615502484349307183?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7615502484349307183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/waving-winds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/7615502484349307183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/7615502484349307183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/waving-winds.html' title='Waving Winds'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-8490943584898550460</id><published>2009-07-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:00:26.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've never been me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm always what i need to be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you, for her, for ones in the past &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did try to make them last&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I was what you needed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it was love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it was kind &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it was gentle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it was blind &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that you don't need me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be what you need me to be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be anger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I'll be hate &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be cold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't what you hoped i would be &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i will always be what you need me to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-8490943584898550460?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8490943584898550460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/8490943584898550460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/8490943584898550460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I ?'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-631414229930810446</id><published>2009-07-27T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:57:29.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Then</title><content type='html'>Thinking of the days we had it&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of way you let it&lt;br /&gt;I was always meant to say the lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think so honest&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever wake to want it&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember this, Don't you fall&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world ended raw&lt;br /&gt;We still owe it to ourselves, all in all&lt;br /&gt;The love that remains most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;You could have done it better&lt;br /&gt;Within you open arms&lt;br /&gt;Found that I was strong&lt;br /&gt;We were always pushed aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the ways I taunted&lt;br /&gt;Pushing you away as wanted&lt;br /&gt;You knew all the works of goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt see it then&lt;br /&gt;How we made it&lt;br /&gt;You couldnt mean it now&lt;br /&gt;Even if you faked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time I try&lt;br /&gt;I even put in a letter&lt;br /&gt;How I felt back then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I dont regret much&lt;br /&gt;You could've made things right again&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have started all the fights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see you again&lt;br /&gt;How we were back then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-631414229930810446?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/631414229930810446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/631414229930810446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/631414229930810446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-then.html' title='Back Then'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-5896413741724134786</id><published>2009-07-23T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:06:38.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Lies</title><content type='html'>If you knew something painful&lt;br /&gt;If tried to stop and seal&lt;br /&gt;Would you turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Would you truly reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the chance to change something&lt;br /&gt;If you had a shot to stop&lt;br /&gt;One's pain from emerging&lt;br /&gt;Would it be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you truly believe that it is right&lt;br /&gt;To tempt fate and karma&lt;br /&gt;Would you start a fright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who see this for what it is&lt;br /&gt;Make it a statement that hold within&lt;br /&gt;Humans can see, smell and hear&lt;br /&gt;Energy can start and stop the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are merely pawns on the board of life&lt;br /&gt;To tempt one another with one part of life&lt;br /&gt;The truth is gold that you can exchange&lt;br /&gt;Bring it to the market see what can change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fabrication can be linked&lt;br /&gt;Think beyond what those will speak&lt;br /&gt;Receive the light give the rain&lt;br /&gt;Yet once final who will be in pain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-5896413741724134786?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5896413741724134786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5896413741724134786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5896413741724134786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/white-lies.html' title='White Lies'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-4314471421846764260</id><published>2009-07-23T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:53:02.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Times Court</title><content type='html'>Alone we all stand&lt;br /&gt;Ready to complete&lt;br /&gt;For some whos waited through weeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only find the one&lt;br /&gt;Without searching through the sun&lt;br /&gt;They will come in nick of time&lt;br /&gt;To make sure your sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lasting companion is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Can you only imagine to do it blind&lt;br /&gt;But then you would begin to see&lt;br /&gt;True qualities that should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lonely heart you can heal&lt;br /&gt;You can strive and begin to appeal&lt;br /&gt;You can see the glass and try to fill&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the shadow in the shade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True and real are in the air&lt;br /&gt;Its like you never see it coming very rare&lt;br /&gt;It will hold you, touch you, treat you right&lt;br /&gt;You'd accept it if you knew right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us can't read the signs&lt;br /&gt;Many are jaded and read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to be able to see&lt;br /&gt;You might just push away the ones who hold the key..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-4314471421846764260?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4314471421846764260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-times-court.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/4314471421846764260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/4314471421846764260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-times-court.html' title='In Times Court'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-5749326105344071669</id><published>2009-07-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:13:37.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I Readily Arise,&lt;br /&gt;Open to see sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the eyes&lt;br /&gt;That laid by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the light see's me&lt;br /&gt;I embrace this with such glee&lt;br /&gt;You quiver with some fear&lt;br /&gt;I reassure without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time all will reveal&lt;br /&gt;Answers that were left but not sealed&lt;br /&gt;We all have to find our own ways&lt;br /&gt;They sometimes connect those who will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time I have spent near&lt;br /&gt;I've been blinded without any fear&lt;br /&gt;With the past being insincere&lt;br /&gt;Be assured I will be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind imagining what can be&lt;br /&gt;The soul yearning for what it can see&lt;br /&gt;For only we know and time to tell&lt;br /&gt;In the rain through the hail&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow will emerge but time will tell......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-5749326105344071669?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5749326105344071669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5749326105344071669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/5749326105344071669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-rain.html' title='In The Rain'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-5935486505818961791</id><published>2009-04-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:46:36.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The One</title><content type='html'>You are the one I see by me&lt;br /&gt;You make me fill with glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I hear the bell&lt;br /&gt;I rush to get to tell&lt;br /&gt;Here is where you and me&lt;br /&gt;Can Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if only a moment could come&lt;br /&gt;Where we both were having fun&lt;br /&gt;In my mind you could see&lt;br /&gt;How much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I know your real&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;You can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;This is how it is suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no fears for turning back&lt;br /&gt;Eternally we could have the track&lt;br /&gt;Through the rain and above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Is what my mind thinks when in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there may be good there may be bad&lt;br /&gt;Time could make things past&lt;br /&gt;When I see your eye, just by mine&lt;br /&gt;I give a wiggle and all is fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have pain&lt;br /&gt;I may have strained&lt;br /&gt;All through-out a day&lt;br /&gt;I send it sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what I need&lt;br /&gt;Newly taught me&lt;br /&gt;Make things clear&lt;br /&gt;I will be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-5935486505818961791?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-2399206598828227781</id><published>2009-04-08T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:11:32.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Toronto Dead.... ? Time To Change !!!</title><content type='html'>I have had numerous conversations with "Torontonians" and it seems to the vast majority believe this may become a reailty for the entertainment industry. I have resided here in Toronto for the last 3 years and have found that since my first day the club districts have been sub par. I remember being a underaged teen and coming into the city enjoying what Toronto had to offer, lately it seems the corporate levels of society have taken control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of Toronto what do you think about ? I bet right now your thinking about the buisness aspect of the city, the goverment agencies, the privately owned franchises and the numerous resturants that we have to offer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think 5-8 years back, as a younger person what peeked your interest then? Toronto had the best raves and clubs that central Canada had to offer, now we hand over the crown to Montreal and further cities. Is this all based on the fact we are becoming more involved in the buisness aspects? Where are the promoters now that had access to great venues, have they just forgot there great acheivements ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a note that I personally wanted to write in the hope that we in Toronto can bounce back, we have a limited amount of venues and for the gay community it is none to par. The saying "What we touch goes gold" has finally proven to be false as the community dispands. We have promoters and hosts like Matt Sims and Gairy Brown who have yet to actually promote a party true to the times we all remember and why these people wanted into the industry. In light of the situation we have had a handfull of parties that yearly do acheive such tranquility but again they are just a yearly event (i.e. Pride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Church St. alone can not host such fabulous and extreme events in there venues established would be a surprise as we have greatly grown as a community. Why is it that we have parties in the one venue (FLY) that appeal to one demographic as we have grown why wouldnt the variety? If this continues what will be left in 5 years ? 10 years ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a concerned citizen of this commiunity i believe we need a proper buisness to see fit to these events, a crew of hosts and promoters and club owners to stand tall and grasp upon the times, as we are in the year 2009 why wouldnt the parties advance? We have a larger community now and it is up to everyone to work together and see past there petty differences that the church st crowd has subjected themselves to. To those who feel they are better you definately are not, so help your fellow family members in the community and offer something that would make Toronto a proud host to the entertainment that everyone raved about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-2399206598828227781?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2399206598828227781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-toronto-dead-time-to-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/2399206598828227781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/2399206598828227781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-toronto-dead-time-to-change.html' title='Is Toronto Dead.... ? Time To Change !!!'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551151505111094131.post-649983294761716699</id><published>2009-04-08T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:05:56.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Fitness, Extreme Delay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wanted to express my point of view upon the communities who have these great foundations of health upon them. I had signed up for a membership in February of 2008 and have been not to happy with the service provided to be truthful. When I first heard about this club it was from phone call received advertising that my friend has signed up and has referred me to the facility and I would receive my first month at no cost. That intrigued me so I had went to the John St facility to take a tour of the site and see what I felt about the atmosphere. I was taken around the facility by a young lady who had promoted the facility to “extreme” measures for reasons yet unknown. I do agree the facility was very impressing, but when went into the facilities office to join I had been told that I had to pay the first 3 months in advance, which would be the promotion they ran at the time for $8 first month $8 the 2nd month then $76 for the third.. I had told them that I had been advised in the message that I would have the first month free, they had told me that promotion wasn’t available to me, as to some surprise this was just the start. Have any of you citizens had any troubles with their AP department or maybe have trouble canceling your membership and in the process it went past their cancellation period so you the innocent are now stuck. I find this company to be extremely unprofessional in the some fields but to their advantage and to our bank accounts. I had kept my membership and had a banking error within the first 3 months, as my banking information had been taken onto someone else’s account and I was charged for two memberships. I had approached the facilities manager and thought I had the matter worked out as they had kept insisting that all had been sorted and a refund check would be sent out. I am in my 2nd month of waiting for this check, and its not the amount I am worried about or need it’s the aspect of the way it was handled. I had been put around the ringer and had been told left right and center this is being sent to me. I do agree that yes they sent me a check but with the wrong name on it, then I have to wait their period again and an additional month. I find this “extremely” unprofessional and I am positive this is not the only story you have heard of these “extreme” discrepancies as I have heard many but was to late in my membership to cancel. So to those who have been thinking about joining this “extreme” club please beware that there may be “extreme” frustration upon the membership.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Extremely” Concerned Citizen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8551151505111094131-649983294761716699?l=williamjhwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/feeds/649983294761716699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/extreme-fitness-extreme-delay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/649983294761716699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8551151505111094131/posts/default/649983294761716699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williamjhwilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/extreme-fitness-extreme-delay.html' title='Extreme Fitness, Extreme Delay'/><author><name>Will Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05445472353184544616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MMzScirQrII/Sfb-mpcfLgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZqlzfTdao5A/S220/Osgood+Shoot+BW+HS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
