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Past the Pulpit

my dream from last night…

I was in a church filled with people — maybe a thousand of them…
It felt like home… familiar… safe…
But something in the air felt strange…
like warmth covering a quiet wrong…

I was sitting with a group of guys — my friends —
waiting for the service to start…
The room was loud with low voices and shifting bodies…
noise that feels alive
before something important begins…

Then.. a young guy stepped to the pulpit…
mid-twenties… unpolished… unguarded… real…

He started to confess…

Not in a dramatic way — not for attention
just a man tired of carrying his weight alone…
He confessed his sins…
his failures…
his sexual mistakes…
with girls in the church…

The room changed…

Whispers started…
Then snickers…
Then laughter…

People leaned into each other…
smiling behind their hands…
Judging…
Feasting on the fall of someone
brave enough to bleed in public…

I felt my chest tighten…

Not at him —
at them…

I felt angry…
Ashamed…
Disgusted…
I was pissed…

This was supposed to be a place of mercy…
A greenhouse… where things nurture…
instead.. it felt like a courtroom with no grace…

I looked around at the faces of people…
I didn’t recognize the love
I thought lived here…

I wanted out…

So I stood up…

I walked past the rows…
Past the whispers…
Past the laughter…
Past the pulpit… that was no longer an altar… but a guillotine…
and the applause for the fallen… was the new amen…

I pushed open the doors…
as I stepped outside… I felt cleansed… baptized…
free as a wet bird drenched in truth…

then I woke up…

it was just a dream…

…….🚶‍♂️→🤫→😂→⛪️⚔️→👏⬇️🙏❌→🚪→💧†→🐦💦✨

Who knows who is both your best friend and brother…
When everyone’s deserted you…
Who’d shoot first and ask questions later…
If anybody’s messed with you…

Pretty soon we’ll all be tumblin’ like a barrel…
Thrown from the top of the waterfall…
I’m drownin’ in piranhas in the river…
Man… what a drag!

I was talkin’ to my teacher…
Said I didn’t have a clue…
I think my principles are reachin’…

An all time low…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

`’.,°~

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Where She Waits

my dream from last night

I was asleep…
— until I opened my eyes…
— I was in an old town… a third world place…

Cobblestone streets…
— run down…
— falling apart…

There were people everywhere—
on the outside.. they seemed okay…
but once they opened their mouths…
— I saw they were falling apart too…

Nothing but rusted words…
— no faith…
— no hope…
— nothing good to say…
They believed in nothing…

Just empty speech… empty phrases…
— nothing on the inside…
Painted smiles that no one cares to look through…
So I shook it off me—
— continued on…

In the distance.. I could see huge pyramid-like structures…
They were white marble—
— steep…
— with hewn steps stretching across…
Carved for someone braver…
— layered one upon another…
— like a man-made mountain range…

Magnificent to look at…
— like the teeth of God…
— so high up…
— bruising the sky…
— such a challenge…

Something inside me cried out…
Something feral and buried…
I knew—
I must climb…

I started walking toward them…
— because I’m about to move up… 😉

The people started yelling at me—
Their voices like a flock of crows…
— black…
— circling…

You’re not good enough…
you cant…
you wont make it…
it’s impossible…
it’s too much…
you’re crazy…
you’re going to regret it…
you will die…
Yada… yada… yada…

Wrong words—
— like an avalanche…
— thundering down from the mountains…
Bursting into sparks as they hit me—
straight firing me up… setting my spirit ablaze…

My eyes locked…
I started to run — harder…
— faster…
— gaining momentum…
— like jets on a runway…

I took off…
— climbing higher…
— and higher…

The incline at times seemed straight up…
— I could actually feel myself getting tired…

But I kept on—
— never thought of giving up…
— never worried…
— never stopping…
— never slowing to catch my breath…

I’ve never had a better feeling in my life…
— awake or asleep…
— I felt so alive…
— so happy…
— it was unreal…

So determined —
— no one and nothing could stop me…
— nothing was impossible…

It was the greatest feeling ever…
I carried it with me all day after waking…

Mountains mean nothing…

And soon I will rest…
— on the summit…
— where she waits…
Take her hand…
— be her man…

I climb for that moment…
— a deep kiss…
— a life…
— that quiets the world below

Little by little… day by day…

Habakkuk 3:19

“The Lord God is my strength…
and He will make my feet like deer’s feet… and He will make me walk upon my high places…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

`’.,°~

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And Out Come the Wolves

my dream last night… poem & story…

alone out there…
just meat… just prey…
I feed my two wolves… one red… one grey…
the fence a lie…
just meet… just pray…
away my two wolves…
one red… one gray…

I was in a backyard—
 fenced in…
 familiar…
 from childhood…

I felt younger…
 In a place
  that remembered me…

Still—
 I climbed the fence…

On the other side—
 the woods waited…
  too close for comfort…

Then the red wolf came—

Big…
Hungry…
 All teeth and motion…

No hesitation—
 just intent…

I barely made it back over the fence—
 It stopped there…
  snarling…
  growling…
  measuring the distance…

Then it faded…
 back into the trees…

Silence pressed in…

I climbed again—
 slower this time…
 Quieter…
 Tiptoeing…

The gray wolf appeared—

Not loud…
Not rushed…
 Focused…

It ran at me—
 closing the gap…

I reached the top of the fence—
 just in time…

It stood there—
 head tilted…
 eyes steady—
  as if I was already chosen…
  as if I was meat…

Then the red one came back—

Side by side now—
 watching…
 Thinking…

They didn’t jump…

They searched…

They found a hole—

The fence was a lie—

They were already in—

Now they were with me—
Nothing between us…

That’s when I woke myself up—

Enough…
 for tonight…

…….⟂→||→🌲…….<3?→x…….2W→(R)(G)…….|=|→≠…….→🤝→🙏…….↩︎2W…….R→G’…….🚶‍♂️🌙→🌲…….🥩→🎯…….🐺🐺→🔴⚪…….🚧→🪞❌…….🤝→🙏…….🐺🐺↩︎…….🔴→⚪’

Listened to the album… And Out Come The Wolves… by Rancid… while writing..

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Let Love

my dream from last night…

I was asleep…
I opened my eyes…

Where the heck am I

I was in the back seat of a car…
some goofy-looking dude beside me…
a guy driving…
a girl riding shotgun…

The car was a real crappy-looking Honda Accord—
mid-90s—beat up bad—

And wherever we were matched it—
just as crappy—
I think it was Ohio…

I didn’t know any of these people…

No one spoke…
they stared straight ahead…

Then—
all at once—
they turned—
looked at me—

Every one of them—
bright green eyes…

The driver floored it—

We were flying—
everything outside the windows
tearing past—
at the speed of sound—

Then—
we slowed—
came to a stop—

We all got out…

In front of us—
a great lake—
still—gray—endless—

A long wooden dock—
stretching out—
into the water—

At the very end of it—
a beautiful girl—

Behind her—
far in the distance—
an ivory tower—
unlike anything I’d ever seen—

No end—
just rising—
higher and higher—
until it disappeared—
into the clouds—

I walked toward her—

Her back to me—
hair moving—
slightly—
in the breeze—

As I got closer—
my heart started shaking—
like the nervous end—
of a rattlesnake—

She turned—

Faced me—

Looked into me—

She said—These words—

“Let love…”

Then—
she stepped off—
the edge of the dock—
sank—
into the gray water—

……….→|~ ~|→↓≈≈≈’
…….→|≈≈|→↓~~~’
…….→| |→↓~’
…….↑| |→↓≈≈’

…

Love demands immersion—
even if it drowns— `’.,°~

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Into Nothing…

My dream from last night…

In my sleep last night…
I opened my eyes…
I was inside a massive mansion—

I mean huge…

The longest hallways one could imagine…
It was dark…
but enough light creeping through
that I was able to see…
and exist in it…

It was a kind of quiet
I’ve never heard before—

I was totally alone…

Absolutely terrified…
but I kept myself together…
I didn’t know what else to do…

So I just started walking…
down the hallway…
pausing at times…
looking into the rooms…

There was something familiar
about some of them…
but I don’t know what…

And then the lonely started hitting me
hard…

A kind of lonely I’ve never felt…

As if I were the only living thing
in existence—

Absolutely nothing else…
no one to talk to…
no one to pray to…
nowhere to go…
no place to call home…

A cosmic lonely—

Where you are it…
in the entire universe…

The feeling was unbearable…


and the emptiness I felt…


can’t be compared to anything…


Just utterly lost…


…into nothing…


…….,-‘

© 2025 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Fifty Years of Sleep Fighting… 🏃🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪🌪

Since I was a little boy—with flaming red hair—a face full of freckles—I have always been a dreamer…
As life’s bullet train has sped through my night… my freckles have faded… blended…
my hair has darkened from that fiery red—to something older…
But my dreams…
They have never faded…
They are still alive…

Sleep is not rest for me—
It is assignment…
It is battlefield…
When I close my eyes at night—
I am not drifting off…
I am clocking in…
For a fight…

Since childhood—storms call my name…
Not gently…
But roaring… spinning…
Tearing open my sky…
Hurricanes… tornadoes…
I have stood in both—right in the heart of them—more than once…
They do not push me back…
They pull me in…
I do not run from storms—
I run toward them…
I am a storm chaser…

Yet in my dreams—the rules reverse…

In my dreams—the storms chase me…

For fifty years—I have had the same recurring dream…
Hundreds of times…
Tornado dreams…
Always different… yet always the same…
Tornadoes spinning on every horizon…
Coming for me…
Hunting me…
Running me down…
They never quite catch me—
But they drive me forward…
They harden my legs…
They make me stronger…

Yet…

It would be great just to rest sometimes…
Catch a break in my night…
Lay down my sword…
Take off my armor…
No courage…
No strength…
Just sleep…
Just sleep…
Just sleep…

`’.°~ ¹⁴³

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

In me… songs are alive… soundtracking my dreams… night after night…

While writing this… I listened to the album History by Matthew West… from 2o05… one of my favorites from him…

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life is like an effin’ box of chocolates… 📦 🍫

last night while sleeping…

Last night…
in my dream…
I was Forrest Gump—

only for a little bit
and not nearly as smart as him 😁

But seriously…

I was sitting on a bench—
in a town square—
just like the movie

As I do in all my dreams…
I scanned everything first—
taking it in—
inspecting the air
the place
the feeling—
before diving in

Sitting beside me on the bench—
was a man I recognized

Gary

My neighbor from when I was about fourteen—
he lived directly next door
he used to play football with me and my friends
he took me fishing often—
he loved to fish—
and he didn’t like going alone

He didn’t really have friends either

He and his wife Nancy—
were from upstate New York
they’d moved to the Atlanta area for work—
and I assume—
to eat grits 🙃

Gary was older than me—
about twenty five
I was fourteen…
and still missing the toilet when I pissed

I looked up to him—
like a big brother

The last time I saw him—
was a few months after my friend’s funeral
not long after that—
he and Nancy moved away—
I think back to New York—
if I remember right

There we were—
side by side—
on that bench

I spoke to him…

He turned toward me—
but he didn’t know who I was

So I told him—
reminded him of our past—
the fishing
the football
the neighborhood

Then he remembered…

His eyes lit up…

And then I told him—
that God loved him

His face changed…

He became sad—
started crying

He told me—
his family was very worried about him—
very concerned

And that was it…

I woke up…

End of dream…

I went downstairs—
made coffee—
then breakfast—
in that order

I’ve thought about him all morning…
I prayed for him…

For some reason—
I have the feeling that today—
this very moment—
he’s in a storm

Unless…

maybe it isn’t about him at all…

Maybe it’s about me…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved


…….<3~~~<3→†→||→†→<3~~~→†”’ `’.~°.♡♤◇♧\|( -;-_

Memories… like fingerprints… are slowly raising…