Tell me

Insomnia

Insomnia 

Why do you withhold my rest?
Keep sleep in complete disarray
with visions of your womanhood scantily dressed
as soon as I drift away?
I am but your kiss away from bliss.
I stand on the brink of euphoria
awaiting caresses that never come
to take me over the edge.
In frustration I have tried
to exorcise your visitation
through my pen using its blood
and sacrifice in incantations
of verse - expressive prose,
that my eyes may get to close
before my clock demands of me
that I awaken...

-HymnAgen

Under Thunderstorms

Finding Comfort

Finding Comfort

if ever
you should feel 
alone
imbibe the fine wine of 
a poem
my mind has pored 
over you
each tome 
the purview of my heart.
And may its praise 
bring comfort...

-HymnAgen

Untitled Collaboration

I believe 
we loved once – 
sharing kisses. 
The bliss 
of double helixes
melding in the heat 
of raw humanity. 
These memories 
so bittersweet.
We thought them vanities.
Skeptic - 
for they visit 
in our sleep. 
Doppelgangers 
drawn to long 
shadows in 
dusky light.
Did I reached
you through the tunnel
of loss from a past life? 
Was death merely a worm hole
or a pipeline
to your soul? 
Yes, I see you 
as my heart’s 
departed love
I long to hold…
 ©HymnAgen

Reaching through time, 
as if i could touch you
in the warm sunlight.
Still bearing-
a deep sharing 
a deep connection
that does not have to be called marriage or paradise-
released from the constraints
outside of ourselves
to feel deeply all."
©Sonja Phillips

Special thanks to Sonja Phillips for inviting me on this journey

The H(a)unted

The H(a)unted

She frightens me
and not because she's so strikingly beautiful. 
No. 
What I fear is she might be so suitable 
for me her presence could comfort my spirit 
and uneasy soul like the prayers of a cleric.

But I want for no absolution;
an ablution to cleanse me of carnal pollutants 
that spread from my loins to my head to my bed 
littered with the petals of roses of red would surely suffice.

Free me from the vise 
of the thought of her buttery thighs in my life. 
I'm distraught...
almost caught in her crosshairs of love. 
One shot through the heart is what I'm most scared of...

-HymnAgen 

Crushin'

Artwork: Andrew Nichols

Does She?

Percussionist

Didn't I?

Didn’t I?

Share those

deepest parts

with me…

Those parts

where thoughts

take shape 

and emotion is drawn

from the chasm

of forgotten dreams,

from whence

beauty and art
tend to vent like steam.

For I wish to feel

the slip

in your tectonics.

Endure the rumblings

and grumblings

accompanying the sonics

of your citadel walls as they fall,

and your heart cries out

in a clarion’s call

of, “Hear me!”

But have I not

always listened?

Did you not beseech

I put an end

to my petitions

to share the weight

of your

undeserved burdens?

Those you tried to hide

with veils of “I’m all right”

and “I’m good” curtains?

Did I not?

- HymnAgen