so looking to the sky i will sing and from my heart to YOU i bring…
Tonic — 3 Songs + 1 Encore (Final Send-Off)
One last ride for Tonic—
a small send-off to a band that carried seasons of my life.
Their songs were companions more than tracks…
Windows down… volume up… thanks for the road…
🎵 If You Could Only See
🎵 Queen
🎵 Let Me Go
Encore (King of the Hill cover) 👇
🎵 East Bound and Down
Encore 👇👏
© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
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Twelfth Night…
…
Willy `•.
“In delay there lies no plenty…
Then come kiss me… sweet and twenty…”
…
Neil “;-^
“You can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain…
Though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon…”
…
Me `’.,°~
Over my damp shoulder…
a lying doorway… to rooms that no longer exist…
…
…….😮→🏔️🍬→🎙️🎪→🎈🎈..→🚫2️⃣0️⃣→→🏔️🍬..→💭🚶♂️💨→⏳→’
Spend it…
You can’t keep it…
You can’t return to it…
© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.
`’.,°~
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Rebuilding walls…
I once begged to fall…
Not to keep love out…
but to slow it down 🤷♂️
Did it work?
Hell to the no!
⬇️
⬇️
⬇️
⬇️
⬇️
⬇️
⬇️
🤌…….❄️😖→🥶
→⏳⚖️→🌊↓
→💀❌💀
→☁️⬆️
→😔💭💔→🧱🔁🛡️❤️→💥😵💫🪨
→😴🩹🧵
→📣❓👂
→⚰️🔥😱
→👀❓👀→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🔄😮💨🙏→🧍♂️🌍❌🏠
→🧭❓🌫️→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🙏🔥…….❄️😖→🥶
→⏳⚖️→🌊↓
→💀❌💀
→☁️⬆️
→😔💭💔
→🧱🔁🛡️❤️
→💥😵💫🪨
→😴🩹🧵
→📣❓👂
→⚰️🔥😱
→👀❓👀
→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🔄😮💨🙏
→🧍♂️🌍❌🏠
→🧭❓🌫️
→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🙏🔥…….❄️😖→🥶
→⏳⚖️→🌊↓
→💀❌💀
→☁️⬆️
→😔💭💔→🧱🔁🛡️❤️→💥😵💫🪨
→😴🩹🧵
→📣❓👂
→⚰️🔥😱
→👀❓👀→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🔄😮💨🙏→🧍♂️🌍❌🏠
→🧭❓🌫️→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🙏🔥…….❄️😖→🥶
→⏳⚖️→🌊↓
→💀❌💀
→☁️⬆️
→😔💭💔→🧱🔁🛡️❤️→💥😵💫🪨
→😴🩹🧵
→📣❓👂
→⚰️🔥😱
→👀❓👀→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🔄😮💨🙏→🧍♂️🌍❌🏠
→🧭❓🌫️→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🙏🔥…….❄️😖→🥶
→⏳⚖️→🌊↓
→💀❌💀
→☁️⬆️
→😔💭💔
→🧱🔁🛡️❤️
→💥😵💫🪨
→😴🩹🧵
→📣❓👂
→⚰️🔥😱
→👀❓👀
→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
→🔄😮💨🙏
→🧍♂️🌍❌🏠
→🧭❓🌫️
→🤲😬🛑
→⚠️👣
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Thousand Foot Krutch 🎶 So Far Gone…
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From Below to Breath…
Jonah 2:2
From the depths… I cried — and He heard me……….B†C→
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Sonnet 29…
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Damn Yankees .¡.’-’,
“Can you take me high enough…
—to fly me over…
—fly me over yesterday…”
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Willy `•.
“Haply I think on thee’ and then my state—
like to the lark at break of day arising
from sullen earth…
—sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”
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Me `’.,°~ 🪂
Heaven… hear me… 🪂
—lift me…
—not away from it… 🪂
—but above its weight… 🪂
—so love can fly… 🪂
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© 2026 Bryan H…
All rights reserved…`’.,°~
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…
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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…
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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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Cymbeline — Act IV.. Scene II
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HSAS -;-‘.`
“And so it was later… when the Miller told this tale…”
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Willy `•.
“Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers… come to dust…”
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Me `’.,°~
“I keep with the lions of heaven…
In Christ… dust has no claim on me.”
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What makes you feel nostalgic?
Duct tape…
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Merry Christmas…
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 