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

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

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

Candlelight

Candlelight 

Candles glow
casting shadows
animalistic
in nature.
Pornographic
wallpaper. 
-HymnAgen

Write About Her

Write about her

What if she were to read
a million words
on the specific subject of
her?
What if she were to read
a thousand lines
that explained the one constant 
on your mind is 
her?
What if she were to read
one hundred stanzas
on all the little ways 
you want to romance
her?
What if she were to read
ten poems
that made her feel the deepest
love you've ever known is
hers?
What if she could read
that one book
of ten poems
of one hundred stanzas,
a thousand lines
and millions of words
that simply say, "I Luv U?"
What if you were
to write about her?
-HymnAgen

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

Asynchronicity

Keep This Secret

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

Sweet Tooth

Playing Hand

Playing Hand

I can feel

your carotid

quicken…

Pushing away

at my lips

and my tongue… 

Struggling.

Struggling

not to succumb

too soon

to orchestral movements

I strum

on your strings.

I will play

until you need

to sing…

‘Til you writhe

like you’re Salome

before her King…

Dancing…

Gasping…

Panting…

Collapsing…

Planting

your lips

upon mine…

-HymnAgen

Extrasensory Perfection

Malachemy

Silver Foxes

Riding the Rails

My Wonderland

This Silence

Coming True