Rainbow's End

Rainbow's End

The very first sign
of acceptance to a child
is the radiant glow
of a woman's smile, 
and it remains 
the pot of gold 
at rainbow's end
the lonely souls
of most men seek.
-HymnAgen

My Comfort

My Comfort 

Can I share my fears with you?
Will you comfort my despair?
Will you always spare an open ear
where I can pour my troubles?
Will you support me in my struggle
to know better, to do better,
to be better than I am?
To overcome 
the pressures that I, 
as a black man,
am under?
Stereotypes that shape 
flawed expectations 
in great numbers?
I chose you 
because you 
put me at ease -
make me feel safe
enough to set aside 
my cowl and my cape.
To be. To just be me
without a bar I must live up to
except to bare my soul enough to love you.
-HymnAgen

Little Pieces

Little Pieces

A million
little pieces... 
Scattered
as if shattered
by the hammer
of her bluntness.
"I don't want this
anymore."
The purity
of her surety
an echo
that endures...
bouncing
in the hollows
between my lungs.
-HymnAgen

I Want All

I Want All

I do not want 

your love

without your pain, 

your hug 

without your shame,

your kiss 
without your anguish. 

Place your torments

in my hands

that I may vanquish

from your soul

the loss of your control

over your heart, 

that you might

once again 

feel free enough to start

embracing all the love

you used to run from...

-HymnAgen

Spirit Talk

(Visual art by @bktheartist)

Spirit Talk

Here we are…

immersed in a blend

of each other’s scents

and hot fluids,

mixed with kisses

and dreams we dreamt

and pursued with

so much zeal…

Riding these waves

of emotions we feel

until they crested and crashed

in releases, and squeezes,

shudders of chilled sweats,

and stuttering breaths of elation.

Serene in this blending we lay in.

These body warm blankets

of hugs and touches and rubs

these souls’ conversation

called…LOVE

-HymnAgen

Gasping For Heir

Gasping For Heir

I wish my father
had lived to see
the man I have
grown to be.
That I might have
allayed any doubts
on how I'd turn out
before he accepted
the grave.
For if his spirit
can see this plane
he'd bear no shame
from me
save my one
disappointment:
That I didn't
water my seed
with the teachings
imparted to me
through his example.
And though we
have since
made amends
and he has
forgiven my sin,
we shall never be
as life intended.
For this I accept
my life sentence
of never being
called "Pops"
by the fruit
having roots
in mine's tree,
the way mine was
accustomed to
from me...
-HymnAgen

'Til

Premonitions

The Tin Man

God is Love