Stuck on the Ground by Ryan Hughes

Walking by the riverside
Who’s that I see
Jesus of Nazareth walking with me
Moving across the water
Don’t want to go around
I can’t hold on
I’m stuck on the ground

I see you, baby, across the room
It feels so crowded
But we’re all alone
I know I love you
But don’t make a sound
I can’t hold on
I’m stuck on the ground

She said, “I can’t tell you what I think you should do
Look into my eyes
And you’ll know its true”
Could not tell right from wrong
Couldn’t be found
I can’t hold on
I’m stuck on the ground

I know I look bad
‘Cause I feel like hell
As you hear em ringing the church bell
Its not as easy as it looks
To bow down
I can’t hold on
I’m stuck one ground

Walking by the riverside
Who’s that I see
Jesus of Nazareth walking with me
Moving across the water
Don’t want to go around
I can’t hold on
I’m stuck on the ground

Written and Performed by Ryan Hughes
Video by Charlotte Blom

 

Follow the Colors

I love to make free form abstract drawings. I start by briefly looking at a blank page. I begin to draw without any ideas or inspiration. I let the pencil explore and get to know the page. I try not to think about “finishing” the drawing instead letting the process carry me through.

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Create the Expansion

Colored pencil art by Ryan Hughes

 

Sun and Heart

A heart can match the force of any sun
Beating in time with the burning, blissful madness
Spinning and releasing all that binds it down
And teaching itself to fly
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Poem and Photos by Ryan Hughes

Never Know

Can you hear the moaning madness
Like silence in the distance
Only left to witness
What people say is true
And what I don’t know can kill me
My sorrow is feeling empty
I shouldn’t have no enemies
But I guess I got a few

I can’t break
The rocky, stormy weather
I can’t shake
The feeling in my soul
Ain’t it strange
How you always feel like you’re waiting
No way of escaping
What you never know

Can you feel the brewing anger
Its manic and in danger
Of turning into a stranger
To himself and all he knew
And what I hold dearly
Cannot be seen clearly
I wonder in my misery
Exactly what I should do

I can’t break
The rocky, stormy weather
I can’t shake
The feeling in my soul
Ain’t it strange
How you always feel like you’re waiting
No way of escaping
What you never know

Can you see the turning pages
Filled with fear and love and hatred
And fooled through the ages
That we get to choose
And inside all that happens
Is some type of passion
Then the moment passes
With nothing left to prove

I can’t break
The rocky, stormy weather
I can’t shake
The feeling in my soul
Ain’t it strange
How you always feel like you’re waiting
No way of escaping
What you never know

Poem/Lyrics by Ryan Hughes

Bright Side

Waiting on the bright side
Getting lost in the night time
Ain’t slept a wink, I can hardly think
Waiting on the bright side

I’ve been gone a long time
Gave up on a straight line
I’ll break on through, even if I lose
I’ve been gone a long time

Thinking with my own mind
Keeping out the old lies
I’ll pray for truth and speak it too
Thinking with my own mind

Moving to my own time
Stay in tune with my own rhymes
I’ll change the key, naturally
Moving to my own time

Reaching for the life line
Stretching from your heart to mine
It’s you I see, whenever I dream
Reaching for the life line

Waiting on the bright side
Getting lost in the night time
Ain’t slept a wink, I can hardly think
Waiting on the bright side

Poem/Lyrics by Ryan Hughes

Cure For Love

I’ll wait here my love
Beneath the stars above
I can’t go with you I know
Pain is a cure for love

Said we’d had enough
Leave what’s left untouched
Take good care and beware
Pain is a cure for love

Once we mixed our blood
With a lovers touch
In my chest and on my flesh
Pain is a cure for love

Poem/Lyrics by Ryan Hughes

The Boldest of the Goldest

I recently said goodbye to my best friend of 15 years. His name was Goldie and he was the coolest and smartest cat I’ve ever known.

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Goldie belonged to a friend of mine all those years ago. My friend was moving out of state and couldn’t take Goldie with him so I offered to take him in.

I had never been a cat person up until I met Goldie. He was so chill and he liked me too so we became fast friends. Once, when staying the night at my friends house, I woke in the morning with Goldie sitting on my chest, cleaning my face.

There was a brief adjustment period for him where he hid under the bed for several days until he got comfortable with his new home. After that he quickly became very spoiled and ruled the house as “the boldest of the Goldest” and “King Goldie.”

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He liked to hear me sing and play guitar, standing up and meowing loudly when I would stop playing. As soon as I started again he would sit down and relax. Those low note vibrations really excited him.

Goldie got me through some fun times and hard times just by being his cool, chill self. His perspective on life was very loving, genuine and curious about everyone and everything that came through his house.

He was wild about the world outside and every time he got to venture out he would get excited over all the smells, sights and noises. I loved him so much that it hurt. He really was my heart. I always wished I could be as cool as he was.

My entire 20’s and early 30’s were spent with Goldie. I wasn’t always able to be with him, but I knew that I could always go see him and he would be happy to see me and want me to pick him up and pet him and he’d talk to me about all he’d been up to and all his wild dreams.

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He helped me in ways I never realized until now. It’s like he was a representation of my youth which is now gone. I can remember it, but I can’t go back there. Knowing what I know now, I don’t want to go back. I want to move forward and be healthy and productive with music and art.

Every time I sing those deep notes that Goldie loved so much, I think of him and miss him and hope that when my time comes I can go out with as much grace and boldness as my boy did.

I love you Goldie.