Biography of Clyde Bryson
What does one say about the many things that he has seen.
- Still Caught In My Eyes -new-
Clyde Bryson Poems
Breaking Unbreakable Bars
Yes it's true I choose To dream an impossible dream To fight an unbeatable foe To go back to that valley of sorrow
Changes In Life
I saw the need for a change Because of constant pain It was as if i could never let go You see I loved you just so (____)
Wall Of Tears
I've tried to talk about the nights That I call... Just incredibly bad... But every time... they feel as if... I'm going stark ravening mad...
If I Could Tell My Family
Anything I'd tell them that Loves is this souls sincere desire Words I've uttered, or un-expressed It is that thing, that motion That hidden fire,
The Pieces Of My Heart
Breaking Away and Have To Leave Are pieces of my heart And so I thought I'd try To tell my story
Abuse And The Aftermath
So now I walk these loney streets My family, they cannot dry these tears Nor give, rest for these tired feet Nor calm these ever present fears
The Valley Of Acid Tears
I think my writing's of poems has come to an end They've told the stories about my family Lost Love, Wars, The Hells, Places I've been Damaged Souls
The Last Love Song
Precious Family... Dearest Family... Love's... sweet.... message....I impart.... May loves's.. spirt...pure... and fervid..... Enter...every... troubled heart.........
Born Under A Star
Do you remember the story, of the Bethlehem Star There in that land long ago, and so very far I know it is hard for us to see To fathom or even believe
A Christmas Song
My Friends... My Family...I praise your names With this song... The blessing of my days Love now lingers...in my thankful
A Man Like Me
Should you ever meet A man like me On a road or some busy street With a back so scared
Pheasants? ? ?
I was there in that land beyond the sea The night was the blackest....that... It ever could be... When guns to the left... and... then to the right...
This Dream Of Mine
MY family... Will they ever understand... This dream of mine... How great... and glorious...love complete...
How They'Ll Never Be Gone
My poems speak of bitterness within my family My soul About pain and endless tears Waves that washed and flowed
I've hated to talk about it,
but there has been so many after nights.
I've needed to work out, one more story.
Trying to end, my often very sad's.
Another one, of mine, the most incredibly bad's!
My heart, was shaking as I knelt on the ground.
My hands, were pressing his wounds.