Love Her

Love her deeply.
Soul deep.
To depths only
a kindred spirit can reach.
Love her to the erasure of doubt.
Love her until all she can think about
is, "Why are we not together?"
Love her enough to never
block her blessings.
Truly love her with a love
she's never known.
Love her enough, if you must,
to leave her alone...
-HymnAgen

Greatest Muse

Well Understood

Least Concern

I am the kind
who desires
her heart
and her mind.
Yet, she'll yield
little more
than the bodily,
and oddly enough,
although I yearn
for her touch,
it's my least concern
when she's
apart from me.
-HymnAgen

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

Let Go

(Visual art by @bktheartist)

Let Go.

Lay your head
upon my chest
and rest,
my Luv.
For I am certain...
when you place
your defensive walls
and burdens
atop my heaving sternum,
you'll find peace.
Allow this rhythmic pulse
to lull your soul to sleep.

-HymnAgen

Misty Memories

Misty Memories

Life seems to lumber along
like dissonant notes
in slow songs
of drunken cinematic sailors.
Stumbling their steps
through the dark
everything is a blur,
a fog of memories of her
colliding like worlds in the harsh
vacuum of your heart -
where the thought of her
still brings pain
and only drink numbs
what hearing her name
does to the flood
of emotions your brain
drowns in under these
misty memories.

-HymnAgen

Seeing You

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

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

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The Great Pretender

Through your peripheral did you notice

my struggles maintaining focus

on any distraction I could find

when your attention was not mine?

See I could watch you in them jeans

move to The Blues swaying that thang

to those bass grooves and guitar twangs           

like you were food feeding my soul…

Yet, I tried to mask the loss of my control

over my feelings

and hide my stolen glances at your thighs.

Was I caught stealing?

I’m sure the other matrons

have suspicions; I can’t give them

confirmation

like that somehow makes a difference.

Still, I played my position

while I harbored wayward thoughts.

Yes, discretion was my mission

yet, I wonder if you caught

me wanting you like I was 21 again.

I can’t act grown with you around

So I pretend as if I am…

-HymnAgen

“…Too real is this feeling of make believe.
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal         
Ooh Ooh yes, I'm the great pretender.”

- The Platters

SHE

SHE
If there was power within my pen,
I would infuse my pages with phrases intent
on winning her over again
with words I imbued with yearnings I used
to feel as a much younger man –
when I first discovered I loved her,
only to lose her. Hear my lament!
Love Goddess, won’t you relent?
And let my love find her like hounds on a scent
to remind her of what she once meant
in my world and still does?
To my heart, she is blood!
In my art, she’s the beauty;
that part of a movie
that brings everyone near to tears…
She’s the kiss of cool wind
on warm nights ‘cross my skin.
She’s my favorite song
hummed in my ear. She belongs
in my life ‘til the moment
it ends…
-HymnAgen

Palpitations

Rhythm of Madness

Love Compensates

M-I-S-S U

Prudence (Can't Let Her In)

Just an Old Soul