George Ryan

Artist. Photographer. Entrepreneur.

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Suicide in the Trenches

I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak...

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When I’m Gone

There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m gone All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m gone My pen won’t pour a lyric...

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Love is not concerned

love is not concerned with whom you pray or where you slept the night you ran away from home love is concerned that the beating of your heart should hurt no one Alice Walker (adapted)

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Christmas in Wales

“Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.” ― Dylan...

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As I looked at the Earth

“And as I looked at the Earth, I also noticed that I could turn my head, and I could see the moon and the stars and the Milky Way galaxy. I could see our universe. And I could turn back, and I could see our beautiful planet. And that moment changed my relationship with the Earth. Because for me the Earth had always been a kind of a safe haven, you know,...

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When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. C.S. Lewis

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