Featured Artists, Hyde's Bride

“To A Mouse” By Robert Burns, 1785

On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss ’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43816/to-a-mouse-56d222ab36e33

Hyde's Bride, Spoken Word

Hyde’s Bride: Age Before Beauty (Spoken Word)

“There’s also a reason they say, ‘Age Before Beauty,’ for beauty is fleeting and will be reaped as if it is a mere few crops of the seasons.

Age before beauty.

Maturity before beauty.

Accomplishments before the fluff – before the cream which can just easily be whisked away.

Add a little sugar on it and it’s quickly eaten.

Gone.

Ravished by what brief grace of space and time it was granted.

Age is what grows.

Age is what delays.

Age is what stretches out time when our life is so fleeting.”

Psychology, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Tangental Thinking

The psychological evaluator suggested after four hours of testing that perhaps, as apparently many females in our society, I had gone through life undiagnosed with ADHD.

I pose an alternative theory: that the mind learns to diverge around repeated traumatic physical and mental-emotional injury for survival of its host body, and alternative preservation of its soul’s integrity.

Sound Production

Radio Theatre – “No Escape From Reality”

This is a mix of several song tracks, along with my voice and effects.

It was my first project, and I had to innovate by capturing my own vocal recordings before I had any sort of home access to advanced software.

I began by plotting it with a simple edited Audacity file and a spreadsheet!

Please be careful while listening, as the volume increases…

I still have much to learn!

Psychology, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Mixed Messages

The accident made it impossible to continue im my healing career (at least temporarily) and forced my hand in reaching for my next level of ascension.

But there has been great cost to my body’s well being in pain and damage, which leaves me feelimg as if I have been back-handed and reprimanded.

Alex (An Ideal)

Dear Alex,

I will cast my vote of confidence in your favor, for what you attempt is near impossible, and you need all the courage that you can muster.

I, as well, did once reach gallantly for the Golden Scepter – and was dashed upon the ground to find the world turning its back on me.

But we must ever encourage our spirits to fly, and invest in our greatest dreams so that someday they may as yet come true.

Just make sure that the lady truly admires, loves, and is devoted to you, for when everything gets ugly – and be assured that at some point it will – you must have each other’s backs for your hearts not to rue.

Hyde's Bride, Spoken Word

Hyde’s Bride: Cherry-Picking (Spoken Word)

“There’s a reason they say, ‘It’s the pits,’ when all we are left with are the ragged seed kernels that were once surrounded and amply engulfed by life’s sustaining fruit.

Sex is the main issue.

A woman may have a higher form of love – that which appreciates her – if she finds herself with either a eunuch or homosexual man of status who craves societal acceptance and comfort without chastisement.

Or, she must be of a certain youthful age and as yet untarnished, whereupon her “cherry” shall be plucked and consumed by an older man at his whim (likely not to her pleasure) whom she is pressured to marry with very little emotional, spiritual, or physical compensation – except perhaps physical security and assurances of providence for the resultant offspring.

Or, as in the most common ‘arrangements,’ she must suffer the debased assaultations of either one or more uneducated and unwashed louts determined to keep her beneath him/them in a state of relegated survival dependence.

Only in the rarest of circumstances will ‘stars align,’ allowing two well-matched-in-love partners to find each other…and even then, if they are capable of being ‘true,’ society unleashes its wolves upon them to ensure that their love cannot propagate.”

Hyde's Bride

Hyde’s Bride: Senses Travel

January 16, 2023

From the quiet, damp moss lining the curve of a small river channel under a busy street corner bridge; to up onto the grass along the side of a house where two small sheep-pigs snorfle, mind calling to each other in excited child-like voices of adventure; and further into a densely leafed tree as join the feather-fluffed warmth and shrill warbling of a bird calling out for new opportunities.

Hyde's Bride

Hyde’s Bride: The Promise

February 21, 2022

“I Need Not Fear The Dark, Anymore…

I hear their wicked voices laughing and crying, crowding the outer rim of this thin barrier’s bubble around me, begging and pleading that I allow them to feed upon my needs and implant seeds of greed into my subprogramming so that I become a font of spreading their viral infection..

But, despite the inflamed agony of retreating further into this wounded body without room to avoid searing pain, I will nestle deeper into my own suffering, pulling it close around me as if it were a blanket’s comfort to avoid ever slipping again.

For I have found the source of light incarnate, and he lives and breathes in this dimension.

By our dedication and devotion, we will conquer all of this internal and external destitution.

I will burrow deeper into my sorrows of lost past tomorrows so that I may no longer be swayed by memory’s compromise – because my love will soon be with me, and we are going to help save the world.”