Words & Actions

Thanks to my dear friend for making me think more deeply about this subject.

Words contextualize actions.
Many people are naturally suspicious. We don't understand deeds without explanations. It spawns the question, "What the fuck are you doing?" Words and deeds go hand in hand. They have to support each other or they come across as either bullshit or manipulation. 

When you say actions reveal more about a person than their words, it is because you have certain expectations for actions to meet. Question: What leads to those expectations? In my experience, it is usually their words.
-HymnAgen

Defensive Walls

Is this hopeless? 
I've never been "that guy"
and she knows this.
Yet, her walls have gone back up.
Does she think I haven't noticed?
I know it's not ideal, 
but this relationship's more real
than one where we're just
going through the motions...
-HymnAgen

Not Above Being Loved

Not Above Being Loved

She knows
what I'm capable of
when it comes to love:
The attentive ear.
The assuring hug.
The bottomless well
of supportive thoughts
and behaviors.
I offer them freely
as if she needs me,
but she's not looking for a savior.
She doesn't need one
and never has.
She makes sure I know
although I've never asked.
She wants someone
secure enough
to never spaz
out when she's out
with a friend for a laugh.
She is the embodiment of
a free spirit,
but even she craves
being truly and deeply loved.
-HymnAgen

Missing In Action

Missing In Action.

Can you hear the sobs
behind her "I'm ok?"
See the tears that run
behind her smile?
Feel the stress
within her sweet caress?
My friend, your heart's
been M.I.A. a while...
-HymnAgen

You're Gone

You're Gone

When you're gone
you remain a thought form -
a detail of a meaningful memory
I can call to mind
in your absence
as a chain of firing synapses
in an array as striking
as a fireworks display
inside of my head,
yet more interactive...
-HymnAgen

Bringer of Peace

Bringer of Peace

Although I drown
in brainwaves of cacophonous sound,
your voice cuts through the noise
and it calms me.
Your temperament disarms me.
There will be no casualties of my confusion this day.
No victims of my wild delusions.
I am at peace.

Like a lullaby to an infant is your speech,
so never stop talking.
It is music to my ears.
I fear my savage breast may Hyde
should this melody disappear.
That your silence may be the prelude
to the violence of waking eyes 
not seeing your form where I need you to belong -
right at my side.

You did not ask to anchor me through my life's storms, 
yet here you are
keeping me moored when I'm unsure of myself 
and things as they are.
My rock. My cornerstone.
Foundation walls that form my home.
You're mama's kiss. You're papa's hug.
You are my Peace. 
-HymnAgen

The Culture

The Culture.

I worshipped it from afar.
My radio telescope viewing the stars
being born, burning bright,
illuminating my Fridays and Saturdays.
Through Red Alerts, Magically I saw the Lyte
My reward? Being up on the latest
long before several Tongues became Native
or Boys were Bad and Records got Ruthless
I was seduced with Jurassic era hip-hop music.
-HymnAgen

Closed-Eyed Kisses

Closed-Eyed Kisses 

Luv, I look forward to the days
hairs have lightened many shades,
and experience is whittled on our faces.
When upon a swinging bench 
fingers woven by the clench 
of well worn hands still withstand
all they withstood - 
the bad and good.
When the laughter in our eyes 
displaces tears of yesteryear,
because we learned ourselves 
and then relearned each other -
so we could love as friends 
much deeper than as lovers.
And in the end our progeny 
will have discovered 
closed-eyed kisses 
have no expiration date.
-HymnAgen

Babe