so looking to the sky ¡ sing and from my heart to YOU ¡ bring…
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
this will help keep stupid people
off the interstate during rush hour…
it’ll work…
trust your boy… 😎 `’.,°~
✈️🚪⏳⚡ 💵→🙅♂️👔😊 🐎😂 👢🎩 ✋👔 💵❌ 👖🤝 🇺🇸🔥’🤷♂️🧔🎩🇺🇸🫵👊🤌🤠 SOOEY! 🐖💩…
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
Where My Sound Began…
Hey yall…
if you check my blog out at all… you already know how much music means to me…
Being a musician and a singer… I love all kinds of sound…
I’ve got influences everywhere — punk… rock… outlaw country… even rap… Christian music.. of course… and more…
Throw it all in a blender and you pretty much get me… my sound…
But if I’m being real…
it all started for me with outlaw country…
with Hank Williams Jr… aka Bocephus…
Most people know him…
but they usually only know three or four of the big songs…
What a lot of folks don’t realize is — he has hundreds of songs that go even deeper than the famous ones…
To me… his music is pure art…
straight poetry…
And here’s the part that surprises people —
for a guy known for that raw… hard sound…
Hank Jr. wrote some of the best love songs I’ve ever heard…
I learned to play guitar from his music…
I learned to sing from his music…
I honestly know every single one 😁😎…
So… I’m starting something new…
Every Friday…
I’m going to feature one Hank Jr. song —
a weekly spotlight —
to help introduce people to the side of him most never get to hear…
When I really think about it…
he’s probably had more influence on me than any other artist…
His music is special…
and to most of the world…
it’s still a secret…
😎.•- .°~ `’.,°~
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
Cymbeline — Act IV.. Scene II
…
HSAS -;-‘.`
“And so it was later… when the Miller told this tale…”
…
Willy `•.
“Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers… come to dust…”
…
Me `’.,°~
“I keep with the lions of heaven…
In Christ… dust has no claim on me.”
…
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
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…
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Listened to the album… And Out Come The Wolves… by Rancid… while writing..
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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—
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Love demands immersion—
even if it drowns— `’.,°~© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
Big Daddy Weave 🎶 Overwhelmed 🎶 My Story…
Hey yall… happy Sunday… I have two more for you from Big Daddy Weave…
My Story… released 2o15… from the album Beautiful Offerings….
Overwhelmed… released 2o12… from the album Love Come to Life…
I found this out about them and thought it was so cool…
Pre-show ritual
Before every concert.. the band has a quiet devotional time together.. then they literally walk through the venue and touch every seat.. praying for the specific person who will sit there that night
After shows.. instead of disappearing backstage.. they routinely stay for an hour or more to pray individually with people.. making them some of the last to leave the building
Press play and enjoy… 😎 `.°~
I see the work of Your hands…
Galaxies spin… in a Heavenly dance… oh God… All that You are… is so overwhelming…If I told you my story… you would hear Love… that never gave up…
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
my word journey…
When I was a kid…
in school…
I so enjoyed reading… and literature…
it felt like doorways…
I loved to write stuff back then…
my teachers would encourage me…
give me a little praise here and there…
I always felt a strange connection to writing—
it tugged at me throughout my early years…
But after high school…
I mostly abandoned it…
I just folded it up neatly…
put it away…
Except for trying to write a few songs once in awhile…
but it was like I had the worst word block…
for most of my life…
I could feel the words…
I just couldn’t effin find them…
I guess it wasn’t time yet…
I was still living it all…
So I laid my pen down…
grabbed a pick…
grabbed my guitar…
I let it fly…
I stopped trying to write my own songs so much—
focused on learning all the songs on the radio…
I bought album after album…
I learned them…
Music became me…
Great lyrics from the heart and soul of others…
helped me see in the night…
The words that were in me—
that I couldn’t find—
I found elsewhere…
and put them in me…
An endless amount…
filling all the holes…
inside… 😎
With my pen in my pocket…
a guitar in my hand…
I stood tall…
Step after step…
strum after strum…
I walked it out…
through the fire…
through the rain…
through the pain…
I walked it out…
across the night mile…
Alone…
but never alone…
I walked it out…
Now…
I just look back…
and give it all—
the final finger… 😁
I think the pen is about ready for action…
again…
A few months ago…
I had a dream…
Words were on their way to me—
riding the night…
I dreamt of a poem…
I was so moved when I woke…
I just laid in bed thinking…
Then—for about twenty minutes—
I wrote…
bringing to life the dream…
For a week after that…
the words kept up…
Coming from somewhere inside…
pouring out…
filling pages…
Feeling right…
like I found a buried key…
to a blue treasure room…
This happened all of a sudden…
in one night…
And it hasn’t stopped since…
I’m just trying to keep up…
I don’t know why it came when it did—
but I’m thankful it did…
The great dam…
has finally broke…
I started feeling something inside…
a hummingbird…
Telling me I should start a blog…
so I did…
So here I am…
So what do I do now?
haha…
I think I’ll just be me…
I started feeling I should write about my life—
so I did…
so I have…
so I probably will more…
I never dreamed how much it would help me…
by telling my story…
Like draining a fevered swamp…
So when I write now…
I pray some…
I pick out my music…
usually a full album…
I get in the zone…
it’s game time baby…
Then I remember…
then I go back…
to how it was…
to how it felt…
to the emotions of it all…
Then I embrace that intensity…
I let my words rise from inside…
like heat from the asphalt…
Then I let go of it…
I give it all away—
for good… 😎 `’.,°~
She once believed… in every story he had to tell…
Once divided… nothing left to subtract… some words when spoken… can’t be taken back…
And He who forgets… will be destined to remember…
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
What colleges have you attended?
Life Christian University (LCU) —
minored at Hard Way Community College 😎`’.,°~
LCU is a real college… yes.. I actually attended 😄 studied theology…
…….⛓️⚫️😮💨💧🚬🚗🙏 🛣️’…….==o–||–o==→……🤕💔🍾😞🚙🙏🌙’……./\/\_💔_/\/\→’ ‘…….↯😵→😔→🙏→↗️’…….↯→…→/→^’…….🎓✝️→⛓️⚫️→😮💨→📚🔥’…….[ ]→==o–||–o==→’ 🤌🤌🤌💯
Well it’s been ten years… and a thousand tears… and look at the mess I’m in…
© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.
My New Year’s Eve Story…
On the last night of the year…
hope felt easy…
it hummed in my chest…
like a song I thought I finally knew by heart…
I was already living…
in the glow of tomorrow…
Then—
in a breath
the air shifted…
with hard words…
a sudden silence inside…
that old familiar pit
opened in my stomach…
eating up the light
I had just begun to trust…
I laid there in the dark…
for awhile…
just numb…
trying not to embrace it…
yet longing to be embraced…
exhausted…
overwhelmed…
I drifted off…
on cold sheets of glass…
praying not to dream…
just to sleep…
just to forget…
if only for a little while…
At midnight—
I woke…
to colored bombs
bursting in air…
then… despair…
wonderful colors…
of months passed…
seemed no more…
cosmic lonely hit…
it wasn’t a dream…
I just laid there…
thinking…
with my 100-pound heart…
with silent flow…
I wet my pillow…
a quiet deep fountain…
rushing in the night…
eyes I haven’t known…
in awhile…
Eventually—
I fell back asleep…
only to wake again…
at 1:43…
and 3:33…
just to repeat
the things written above…
When I woke the last time—
through the blinds…
lines of sunshine…
warmed me…
like kisses…
all over my face…
Thank You God…
I know it will be ok…
I know it’s going to be a good year 😎`’.,°~
…….⛈️→💃🌧️→🙂<3→😞📅→😊📅→🚫😨→👀→☀️→🌈’…….~⛈~→\o/→<3→↓°→↑°→?→!→|→^°→~^~’
Psalm 102:6–7 ✨️🦉🏜🐦🏠
“I am like a desert owl of the wilderness…
like an owl of the waste places…
I lie awake…
I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop…”
© 2026 Bryan H — All Rights Reserved.
What makes you feel nostalgic?
Duct tape…
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