Spinal Discord
It was a process
that took time
for the heart to reveal to the mind
they were no longer in accord -
that they no longer shared
the rewards of commitment.
The heart had long since withdrawn,
and the mind had grown indifferent.
The only tether keeping them together
was the spine.
For they'd convinced themselves
over time
there was honor in its uprightness.
Yet, the sparkle has dimmed in the iris,
the heart continually aches
and the mind compartmentalizes.
And the honor of the spine
can never ever stand
in place of joy.
-HymnAgen
Companionship
Peace is heard in her words;
relief in their comforting notions
of love and compassion.
Her alchemy changes pain into feathers
teasing smiles from faces of stone.
Now my journey seems shorter,
and my shoes
like they were made for marathons,
and even when I am,
I'm no longer alone.
-HymnAgen
1st Kiss
One another
newly discovered.
Curious 3rd eyes
examine.
The closeness
of parrying noses,
the rush
that makes faces flush
when tongues and lips touch
in sacred dance
of fledgling romance...
How we savor
these first flavors
of love.
-HymnAgen
Loopz
As a youth
a loop was a thing
I made at the end of the string
that secured my shoes.
Papa taught me how,
and momma approved,
and I felt
a deep sense of pride
and accomplishment.
Today my loops
are meandering paths
over rugged terrain
where my legs burn and gasps
of dry dusty air do barely suffice
as I rip through the woods
over trails on a bike,
and I still feel the pride
at the end of my ride
of accomplishment.
-HymnAgen
Orphan Thought
...and in that moment I accepted
how completely disconnected I was
with the lack of the net of her maternal love,
and the absence of paternal guidance
to catch me and snatch me
away from the jaws of gravity.
And around me, I saw no savior.
No outstretching hand
from a friend or a neighbor.
No progeny to honor me
when my place in the economy
has long been supplanted by youth.
"Born alone; die alone"
is the truth we'll all acknowledge
once we're done with wishful thinking
and a god's mythical promise.
So I'll live and I'll love my Luv
as if I will never see tomorrow.
-HymnAgen
