Waging War

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

Gotham

Belov-ed Patriarch

With You

Seeing You

Hopeless Romantic

Tightrope

Apostate

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

Night Skies

Night Skies


All I know is the city,

yet I admire the beauty of nature.

Should my Love know only the city,

to the country is where I will take her

to cuddle in cool, misty fields

beneath stars city lights would conceal

and have her choose one

for our spirits to visit

when our run on this planet is done. 

-HymnAgen

Luna-tic

Binary Souls

Binary Souls

I am the fan of a fan.
Our whirlwind
makes our worlds spin
in sync like a galactic dance
or binary stars on a vortex's rim
where only the distance between us
saves us from sin...
Still, a win is a win. 

-HymnAgen

Taijitu

Taijitu


Our spirits played

and danced 

and swayed. 

Twirled.and swirled 

like Yin & Yang

chasing the other's tail.

Souls in equilibrium

orbiting each other

A cosmic definition 

of true Lovers. 

-HymnAgen

Storyteller

Miss Sirius

Miss Sirius

She is an enigma

a heavenly figure

I strive to understand

through the eyes

of a mortal man

because I

dig her.

-HymnAgen

Lifted Spirit

Keep This Secret

Write With Me

WriWrite with me.

Combine 
your mind 
with mine.

Intertwine 
the tendrils 
of our spines,

and let 
our souls 
align

in splendors

all space 
and time 
shall remember

Write with me.

-HymnAgen

Insomnia

Insomnia 

Why do you withhold my rest?
Keep sleep in complete disarray
with visions of your womanhood scantily dressed
as soon as I drift away?
I am but your kiss away from bliss.
I stand on the brink of euphoria
awaiting caresses that never come
to take me over the edge.
In frustration I have tried
to exorcise your visitation
through my pen using its blood
and sacrifice in incantations
of verse - expressive prose,
that my eyes may get to close
before my clock demands of me
that I awaken...

-HymnAgen