I choose to walk
towards the light,
so that shadowy figure
and my dark side unite.
They bite at my heels
in the hope I will feel
some cold feet,
lose my will and backslide
in retreat.
-HymnAgen
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Saturday, August 3, 2019
Towards the Light
I choose to walk
towards the light,
so that shadowy figure
and my dark side unite.
They bite at my heels
in the hope I will feel
some cold feet,
lose my will and backslide
in retreat.
-HymnAgen
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Limbo
Limbo
I know purgatory well.
For I have dwelled
For I have dwelled
between Heaven and Hell
far too long.
far too long.
Pretended nothing at all was wrong.
Passionlessly treaded along
between happy and unhappy…
Stuck in the morass
of my complacence –
like being too at home
living in yo momma's basement
Yes, I know purgatory very well, indeed.
living in yo momma's basement
Yes, I know purgatory very well, indeed.
-HymnAgen
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Friday, August 10, 2018
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
Sunday, April 15, 2018
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Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision
A man with a mission.
Swiss watch precision.
Moving like a tuned
mechanism toward his vision.
No detours.
His only reward: His success.
Faith in himself like religion.
His steps? Measured.
Each hurdle on his journey
met with pleasure,
greatly motivating his endeavors.
Too clever to be thwarted.
No challenge accepted
forfeit or aborted.
Win or lose, his effort is rewarded
with new knowledge.
Swiss watch precision.
Moving like a tuned
mechanism toward his vision.
No detours.
His only reward: His success.
Faith in himself like religion.
His steps? Measured.
Each hurdle on his journey
met with pleasure,
greatly motivating his endeavors.
Too clever to be thwarted.
No challenge accepted
forfeit or aborted.
Win or lose, his effort is rewarded
with new knowledge.
- HymnAgen
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Misunderstood
Misunderstood
We are not necessarily shy.
Not necessarily timid.
Not collectively antisocial,
although our engagement
does have its limits.
Our small talk inept,
yet in topics of heft
we effervesce
with insightful opinions.
Those like-minded souls
be our minions.
The side line is our dominion.
Where large numbers congregate
we feel the pull and coagulate.
Gravitating despite being strangers.
We are not necessarily shy.
We are introverts.
-HymnAgen
Sunday, January 17, 2016
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