Premonitions

The Tin Man

God is Love

Guarded Feelings

I wish she felt
completely free with me...
So secure
she’d allow me to draw
her out of her inhibitions.
Safe enough to slide
her reservations aside
and dive head first
into the pool of my passion.
I want to be her comfort,
be her peace.
Be that sanctuary
where she can release
her butterfly
from its cocoon
and feel the flutter
of her own wings
aloft in the skies
carried on comfort I’d bring
to lift her spirit.
But she will never trust
to that degree.
That kind of freedom
is but a distant luxury.
And sometimes I feel
whenever she touches me,
it is never with
all ten of her fingertips,
but at least she does clutch me
and somehow that
is still enough for me.
-HymnAgen

Gotham

Belov-ed Patriarch

With You

My Essence

Like Water

Seeing You

Hopeless Romantic

Tightrope

Apostate

Favorite Cookie

Favorite Cookie


Do you know why yours

is my favorite cookie?

Because we giggle and play

while love is being made,

and I believe that's the way

lovin' should be.

-HymnAgen

Night Skies

Night Skies


All I know is the city,

yet I admire the beauty of nature.

Should my Love know only the city,

to the country is where I will take her

to cuddle in cool, misty fields

beneath stars city lights would conceal

and have her choose one

for our spirits to visit

when our run on this planet is done. 

-HymnAgen

Luna-tic

Closest Friend

Play Me the Blues

Asynchronicity

Binary Souls

Binary Souls

I am the fan of a fan.
Our whirlwind
makes our worlds spin
in sync like a galactic dance
or binary stars on a vortex's rim
where only the distance between us
saves us from sin...
Still, a win is a win. 

-HymnAgen

Taijitu

Taijitu


Our spirits played

and danced 

and swayed. 

Twirled.and swirled 

like Yin & Yang

chasing the other's tail.

Souls in equilibrium

orbiting each other

A cosmic definition 

of true Lovers. 

-HymnAgen

Storyteller

Miss Sirius

Miss Sirius

She is an enigma

a heavenly figure

I strive to understand

through the eyes

of a mortal man

because I

dig her.

-HymnAgen

Lifted Spirit

As U R

Keep This Secret

Write With Me

WriWrite with me.

Combine 
your mind 
with mine.

Intertwine 
the tendrils 
of our spines,

and let 
our souls 
align

in splendors

all space 
and time 
shall remember

Write with me.

-HymnAgen

No Amends

No Amends


He called to her...

but all she heard

was echoes of her pain

resembling her name

drowning in the sound

of shattered trust...

-HymnAgen 

On The Rebound

On the Rebound


She's  been hurt so much 

in the present 

she is now reaching back 

for her past 

hoping to leap frog her heart 

to a future of healing 

and I've no idea 

how I should be feeling:

Happy again 

or twice shy?

'Cause I never thought I'd be 

that guy.

-HymnAgen 

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

Bated

Bated

Hovering over
anticipation
the label of "tease" 
her accusation
'though I am the one
upon hands and knees
in worship to Hathor's deity
long-savoring my fulfilled
supplications

- HymnAgen

Pain Relief

Pain Relief 

I am imprisoned by the religion 
of Black manhood...
Drowning in the stereotypes 
of masculinity... 
Choking on the pride 
I was trained to never swallow...
Repressing the expression 
of the feelings within me...
The written word has been my savior
from my fukked up paradigm...
Relief valve for all the pressure 
manhood builds inside my mind
preventing me from bursting 
in psychotic episodes,
slowly easing hurting 
with each pen stroke of my prose...

-HymnAgen

Two, Afraid

Two, Afraid

I am

a dichotomy -

a prose writer
who struggles

with honesty.

I push
and I pull
betwixt light
and dark –

tug of war
between spilling
and hiding
my heart.

My affliction
is omission.

I withhold.

Cannot relinquish
all the contents
of my

conflicted

soul.

So I mete them
like rations.

Austere
with my passions.

Frugal
with expression

as with ink.

Too concerned
with what
prospective readers
think.

‘Though
in the blink
of an eye,

thoughts
I do not supply
might have saved
a tortured soul
from the brink
of a precipice…

calling them back
from the edge
by feeling

they are not alone,

but my selfishness
won’t let them
into my dome –

allowing them
to teeter

because I’m too afraid
to allow any one
reader

to see

everything

that

I am…

a dichotomy –

a prose writer
who struggles

with honesty.

I withhold.

- HymnAgen