P. M. Knight Bryant

Sorry for not responding to you sooner but I have been very sick the doctor is taking about admitting me to the hospital for anemia I am very weak and coughing a lot but tested negative for Covid

Having operation gallbladder removal

My eldest daughter who has several sever mental problems just hit her 14 year old son with her fist in his nose. It is not broken but was bloody. I caught it all on our home video severance system. I had to call the police, and they took her to jail; but I had no alternative; because had I not called I could have been charged.
In any event maybe this it TMI; but I am still quite upset and shaky and just had to vent a little. Sorry for doing it here

I was in the hospital last week with viral phenomena, and I am still a little under the weather. I am going to try and upload some new songs before the then of next month. Until then maybe check out some of my poetry or one of me UTube channels under the name "Sugien" or search for " hillbilly sings one of Elvis songs"

I also write poetry here is a selection from 1991 - present. I hope you enjoy it


Keep Out
By Paul Bryant

Each has a dwelling place, centered deep inside
Created by God, for him there to reside

Your center is placed, with chambers all round
Where love from family, and friends can abound

The size of your chambers, completely depends
On wheather or not, you keep God centered within

Without God there, your centers a pit
And if you let him, there Satan will sit

Not only sit, but rant rave and shout
Until you pray, God please kick him out

With A chain God creates, from the nails of the cross
God bins up the Devil, and gives him a toss

With his sons blood, God fashions a sign
Satan KEEP OUT!, this soul is mine



A Fart in the Wind, written March, 2010 (lol even the title rhyms)

A fart in the wind, dissipates fast
no mater what speed, it left your ass
if under a nose, it happens to pass
no odor is left, to make you gasp


the question is, and shall always be
if a fart doesn't stink, still a fart does it be?
for even though, it makes a thunderous peel
if it has no odor, is it stil real?


for a fart is more, then odor and sound
but is it such, if no one's around?
for like the ole adage, bout the tree that falls
is a fart still a fart, if no ones there to be appalled?


Another TV War

Morbidity of watching, live War on TV
Truth stranger then fiction, in the carnage I see

Everywhere I turn,into my mind theres burned
Images I see, that makes my soul bleed

Because of this, I contemplate
The brutality with which, my minds been raped

But that which I fear, and do loath the most
Somehow I've become, a willing host

If it were, within my power
I would tear down all the TV towers

Send into deep space, all the satellites to roam
Never to beam another war to my home

For I would be happier, and far more jolly
If there were no war to watch, only kukla Fran and Ollie

By Paul Bryant
March 23rd, 2003


PRIMED
Caught up in the murk and mire, of feelings held within
It's easy to forget ones' self, and to others just pretend
It doesn't really hurt at all, those spiteful words you spewed
Stabbing like cold hard steel, with words you ran me through
When every thing is said and done, And I just walk away
I save these feelings in my soul, for use another day
Pain is loaded in the breach, cocked N' primed and ready
Lord help the one who happens by, my aim is none to steady
Any one who comes my way, and smiles or says hello
With defusing smile and quick response, on them I could unload
Lashing out inflicting pain, feeling then remorse
For causing pain in others, when my angers' run its course

By Paul Bryant


TOGETHER :(Published in Veterans Voices Magazine Fall 1990)

By Paul Bryant (C)1990

We all have a place deep down inside,

Where no one can see us, where we hide and cry.

A lonelier place there cannot be,

Than inside ones' self, where no one can see.

Like still waters, emotions run deep

Calm on the outside, While inward we weep

But this isn't right and should not be;

Feelings that are shared are precious indeed.

To experience a tear through anothers' eye

Doesn't hurt as much when together we cry.

A greater gift cannot, be given, you see,

Than to share our heartaches in loving harmony.

If all could learn to pull from inside

A need to share instead of to hide,

A better place this old world would soon be,

And all it takes to do this is you, 'n you,

N you and me.











SAVE THE CHILDREN

Rain cascading down, like a whisper through the pines
Misting through the branches, almost stopping time
Serenity and peace, permeates the air
Oh lord I wish, I could be there
The hustle and bustle, of the city makes me blue
The tragedy, of the children, with nothing to do
Children who are board, and bewildered with no hope
A lot of them turn to drugs, just to cope
Frustration, Anxiety, Anger and Fear
Inside this city, all are found here
Won't someone save the children, from this battle zone
Learn them what it's like, to have a healthy, happy home

By Paul Bryant













Snow

Snow comes snow goes
snow's the reason you don't feel your toes,
Snow that's blown on a winters breeze
makes your nose run like a sugar water tree

Snow flakes dancing to a disco beat
by a hard wind blowing that shakes the trees,
Snow flakes waltzing accost the lawn by winters breath gentle as a fawns

ONE HUNDRED YEARS LATER

Snow comes snow goes
snow's the reason you don't have your toes,
Snow that's blown by a winters breeze
makes your nose fall off from radioactivity,
Snow flakes waltzing accost the great planes
where once were cars and even trains.

By Paul Bryant









ANGER
Anger just eats you up, makes you burn inside
When it grabs a hold of you, can even make you cry
All consuming powerful, Dynamic in its way
And if here I want to be, The anger cannot stay
Anger sneaks up on you, Hits you from behind
Even though you know it's there, from it you cant hide
I have only found two ways, to stop it in its' tracks
ignore it and it'll go away, or go on the attack
But now I've found a better way, I hope it's here to stay
Just love the one who made you mad, it'll blow the anger away

By Paul Bryant








ODE TO A DONUT
Powdered or jelly or lightly glazed
These little delights are what I crave
Morning night or afternoon
Any time is never to soon
I love them buy they don't me
The more I eat the bigger I'll be

By Paul Bryant









DAY PASSES

My mind runs over the days that's gone
From trials to troubles and well beyond
Listening and learning from all I see
Not knowing how each will turn out to be
Each an experience unique to it's self
Cataloged by life and put on a shelf
As each day, passes by
Older we get and harder we try
But try we may and try we might
Tomorrow is always out of sight
Once passed for ever gone
Except in our memory where it plays on

By Paul Bryant



COFFEE
Coffee swirling in my mug
Way to hot to chug a lug
The warmth spreads as it goes down
In the kitchen or down town
Coffee here coffee there
A little caffeine to get me where
My eyes don't droop or fall asleep
A pick me up that can't be beat
Some like instant some like perked
Every one knows its' worth
The time it takes to make a cup
If you need a pick me up

By Paul Bryant




Viet Nam War

Vexed by precepts I don't comprehend
Even when lived over and over again
Understanding is out of my grasp
Of how every war is always the last
It seems when a war has been over a while
We forget the warriors who fought some how
When the war is over, they begin
To treat us like were less than men
The reasons we fought are to each his own
We just wanted to be welcomed home
Given back our pride you took away
With the hatred you showed us in every way

By Paul Bryant



TALE

This is a tale, that needs to be told
You must learn this lesson, before you grow old
Cause the older you get, the less you believe
In your worth as a person, A part of humanity
But all contribute, To society as a whole
It matters not, If your young or old
The old have the wisdom, and knowledge of years
The young have innocence, And can still cry tears
From cradle to grave, And all in between
we're a product, of everything we've seen
By Paul Bryant






HUSBANDS & WIVES

A friend and a lover, A confidant
A buddy a pal, That's what you want
Someone to share, your inner most thoughts
Even when it's, Heart aches you've got
Troubled or sad, Feeling quite blue
Some one to lean on, To help pull you through
Pulling together, When times get rough
Even a kind word, Can be enough
Feeling your pain, When expressed with a hug
Telling you your wrong, when you are with love


By Paul Bryant



Just a Thought

Some are, Others are not
Some wanna be, But a lot can not
Some should be, and have no desire
To face life, and be a live wire
But some know, There's no where to go
Down the dark, Stumbling road
Ending in a hole, six feet by six
So all through life, There playing tricks

By Paul Bryant







MAN

Some believe in the luck of the draw
I don't believe in luck at all
It's not luck that man is around
With knowledge to make cities and towns
Some say from apes man did evolve
Around this assumption science revolves
They don't acknowledge our God who is true
That created the heavens and earth for you
They don't believe that there could be
A power that's greater than them you see
When there life on earth they complete
With wonder a loving God they will meet

By Paul Bryant



TOMORROW

Tomorrow never comes or so I'm told
But if that were so we'd never grow old
Never a sunrise or moon lit night
Or even a rose in bright sun light
Caterpillars wouldn't change, Into butterflies
If this were so, I think I would die
With the morrow comes a lesson, And inside we do yearn
To make each day different, With every hour burned

By Paul Bryant







DRUNK

Here I sit on the edge of my bed
All hung over holding my head
Haven't been sober since I don't know when
Don't even know where I've been
Tequila and salt white wine and beer
Can't remember how I got here
A hair of the dog to start out the day
Seems like it's all ways been this way
Each day is different, But still the same
When I wake up, In even more pain
Don't know why I'm this way
Why in the bottle I seem to stay
My friends were drunks, And their friends were too
I don't know why, maybe you do
If you do , I wish you'd explain
Then maybe from the bottle I could refrain

By Paul Bryant









USE ?N LOSE

I used to get high, Just to feel alive
Because I felt worthless, and dead inside
Empty and hollow, full of pain
every one around me, felt the strain
Drank up the groceries, snorted the house
Never really knew, what life was about
My children couldn't bring, their friends around
Cause daddy didn't care, In what shape he was found
My children made excuses, The wife she made threats
But I didn't care, I wasn't ready yet
Steadily down hill, spiraling I went
Till my family "N Friends ?N money were spent
I know this reads like a Hollywood tale
But drugs are a bitch and life with them's hell
Now here I sit, I'm all alone
I have no family no friends no home
So listen closely, Listen long
Don't do drugs they'll do you wrong

By Paul Bryant







MIRROR LAKE

Situated in a hollow of land
mirror lake makes you hart beat the band
It has a rare compelling beauty, of this I'm quite sure
A nice place to study and a whole lot more
Sunlight reflects from the water so bright,
dazzling in day light, romantic at night
Some come to study, some come to kiss
Not one of these sights has the lake ever missed
One of these days when you're so blue
That the world seems to come crashing down around you
Walk to the lake, maybe two by two
With a friend or a lover, anyone will do
sit and reflect in the waters deep hue
Your friend will feel better, and so will you

By Paul Bryant


INSIDE:

A feeling rising deep inside, Quivering quake a rising tide

Ebbing from a unknown source, Arriving at a unused port

Springing forth without a doubt, The likes of witch there's been a drought

Never missing what's never been, They all spill out and start again

The hearts' dam has over flown, I thought these feelings I'd out grown

Never knowing what others see, I'll have to start just being me

Others my not understand, Some times crying , Breaks, or Makes, A Man

By Paul Bryant


DAY PASSES:

My mind run over the day that's' gone
From trials to troubles and well beyond
listening and learning from all I see
Not knowing how each will turn out to be
Each an experience unique to its' self
As each day passes by
Older we get and harder we try
But try we may and try we might
Tomorrow is always out of sight
Once passed for ever gone
Except in our memory where it plays on

By Paul Bryant








ANSWERS:
Answers, answers, Where do I go
To find the answers, That no body knows
If there's no answers, Then why do I try
I guess it's because, I don't wanna die
And die I will, If I go on
Traveling in circles, Like I've always gone
Maybe the answer, Is within my self
Searching for answers, that haft to be felt
Could the Questions, Be the Answers I seek
I don't know, I'll just wait and see
I"m taking a journey, Down deep inside
But will I like, What there I find
And if I don't, Then what do I do
Fight with my self, In my minds hidden room
Wrestle and grapple and look from with in
And find there the answers, Where they've always been

By Paul Bryant





For my, the love of my life, Glenda Bryant


We have, been wed, for 20 years
sometimes laughter, and, sometimes tears
A little anger, but, a lot of love
and humility, we learned, from God above
Children three, from our love, did spring
with them, all, that parenting brings
Teaching them, together, our life lessons learned
of love and god, and for righteousness, to yearn
Loved ones have died, and new lives, were born
on each others shoulders, those tears, were worn
Some heart aches we've shared, we kept, from the world
in our hearts only, did those emotions, unfurl
Twin decades have passed, but twas, just yesterday
I first held your hand, and this, I did say
This is my wife, and to her, shall I cleave
and together, through life, our journey shall be
You're the only woman, I loved, and adore
and only god, did I ever, love more
But, on this earth, there never shall be
a woman, I love, more than thee
When my heart, be stilled, the final journey I take
into gods bosom, for you, there to wait
And wait, I will, till there you join me
then together, shall, we ever be

By Paul Bryant

Well when it rains it pours; because at my last ENT appointment at the VA I was informed that my vocal chords are not meeting complete and that I have to open places when they are together. I was told that is why my voice becomes raspy after only one song or sometimes even during a single song if I have talked before singing.
The can inject some stuff into the vocal fold; be it would only be temporary and last about 3 months, and then it would have to be repeated. Knowing that God has brought me through stage 4 cancer at the base of my tongue, I know that he will bring me through this one way or another.

Hi all Just an update on my cancer and on a sad note half of my vocal folds has gaps in it now after the radiation for my squamous cell cancer on the base of my tongue that thanks to God is still in remission. The VA has given me two options, one to have an injection every couple of months to plump up the parts that the radiation has shrank or to have vocal lessons (curtsy of the VA) to try and keep my voice from being so raspy. The vocal coach also wants to to quit drinking any caffeine and some other drinks and food to try get the buzz/vibration out of my voice. I have elected to try the vocal coach first because the injection to plump up my left vocal chord is only a temporary fix that would have to be repeated every two months or so. The vocal coach also wants me to download a phone app for when my voice gets raspy to do my talking for me. I will keep you and everyone following me informed. I am still writing poetry however as well as some songs. Thanks for your comets

Paul

My last PET scan says that my tumor on the base of my tongue is 100% gone; but they still want me to have an opperation to remove the lymph node on the right side of my neck just to be sure. The doctors say I am cancer free but that this type of cancer has a 50/50 chance of coming back, and when it does it comes back with a vengance.
I have elected to have the opperation. I will be going down the VA Hospital the end of this month (April) to meet with the anastesia doctor prior to the opperation. Then I will have a CAT scan so that the surgon can study it for help during the opperation.
I am told that the opperation should not create any problems with my voice, other then what I already have because of the radation treatments having burnt out my salavary glands which makes my mouth and throat very dry and if I don't continually drink water my voice gets very raspy. My wife however says that gives my voice a "smoky" tinge to it, lol.
I will send out another update after my operation. Please pray for me to have a favorable outcome from my opperation

Hello to all my new subscribers:
The tumor I had on the base of my tongue (squamous cell carcinoma stage 4a) is completely gone according to the latest PET scan. The doctor says that the tumor being completely gone is much better then just being in remission; because in remission the tumor is still there but has stoped growing.

I have another PET the 20th of February to make sure the lymph node in my neck is still shrinking so that I don't have to have the major operation (radical neck dissection) which the doctors told me I most certainly *would* have to have but I persevered and kept telling them that it was shrinking which the last PET scan confirmed that it wasn't still growing; but the 20th of this month I will know for sure and then I will be getting back to writing music.

For the new fans here is a link to some of my poetry. It covers several different genera's and there is probably something for everyone: (expired link)

I will send out another update before the end of February.

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My songs that sound like an entire band is me playing all the instruments ans singing all the vocals and then each track is added to make it sound like I am an entire band.

Just a 60 year old Vietnam Veteran Gospel Musician singing to please God