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
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Friday, May 31, 2019
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
Thursday, May 30, 2019
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
Thursday, May 23, 2019
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
Monday, May 13, 2019
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
Thursday, May 2, 2019
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