Melted Mix

My eyes paint the stars
While my hands rest in the grass
The beat of my heart kindles a fire
And a mixture of moods melt into the night

Poem by Ryan Hughes

Dream

Dreams take all my energy
Then reflect it back to show who I really am
Then they forget me in the morning
They bring themselves back throughout the day
But only in flashes that keep me wanting to dream again

Poem by Ryan Hughes 

Memory

I remember the hymnal
Torn, faded, maroon jacket
Dark text for spirited words
I only knew a few select pages
They carried my voice
They opened my wings and taught me how to fly

Poem by Ryan Hughes

Barrier

In the darkness I am shackled
The cold rips into my body’s hollow spaces
Tempt me to tangle with the wrath of the sun
Sing to me its warm and gentle rhythm
While I balance between the barriers of bliss

Poem by Ryan Hughes

Freedom Thinking

A life in limbo, on my way to purgatory.
I told love where I was going, but will it remember to pray for me?
Each grace has its own dimension- a range of possibilities filtered through nothingness that we call reality.
Love told me about trust and said that silence is the most natural feeling.

Heavy handed applause shame my freedom thinking.
They blast their ideas of worry, rise in anger, but never say how they really feel.
I am careful not to reveal my inner world, but deep in every dream I’m yelling and breaking everything not bolted down.

Poem by Ryan Hughes

Concrete Flower

The city sites were silenced by the sound of construction work.
Always building- expanding, replacing.
Never able to really see anything because everyone works so hard to
cover up the sun.

The people are pondering their place within the sounds of the city.
“I keep having this dream,” they say. “In the dream I’m waking up and there is no noise, no people. I’m in the middle of the city, its holding me in its cracked concrete and silence is all around. I grow up like a flower through the busted streets knowing I won’t be cut down.”

Some of us are like concrete- stiff and unable to give. And some of us are like flowers- we grow strong in spite of all the concrete that surrounds us.
It takes will power and courage to let yourself be vulnerable and give up control. But with time and faith the mind will expand and break open to reveal the garden within.

Blue Swirl

I made a new drip/swirl painting over the weekend. I was playing hermit and avoiding everyone when I finally got out of bed, put on some music and threw some paint around. Seeing paint mix and connect always helps me drift into a mind space where I’m totally free.

blue swirl
Blue Swirl by Ryan Hughes (11-3-18)