Luv, I can't want you,
because to claim you
is to place limitations on you
and I need you to be free.
Free to choose to be with me
each and every opportunity that arises.
So from the moment
you open your eyelids
you clearly see...
nestled in these arms of mine
is where you'd choose to be
no matter the options...
Because my love for you
is that constant
in a universe rife
with much uncertainty.
-HymnAgen
Talk of narcissism has become the new wave in our community. A word that has only entered public consciousness since 45's election. I don't excuse the poor behavior of black men, but associating us with a word used to describe the most vile public official in recent history feels like a deliberate attempt to further drive a wedge between my brothers and sisters. I smell a rat and see too many of my own people eating the cheese, blindly.
-HymnAgen
Walk with me
through midtown.
Talk with me
in the rain.
Laugh with me
through the
splash of a puddle.
Find respite
from our hearts' pains,
and let me remind you
of all the reasons
you luv me.
-HymnAgen
Love Letter
Write me a love letter.
Use stationary and ink.
Be felicitous with every
flowing thought
you'd have me drink.
Inebriate me with
the raw emotions spilled.
Make it as potent
as the distillate
from old moonshiner's stills.
Do not restrain.
Allow your pen
the freedom of your spirit.
Confide in me sincerely
as the contrite to a cleric.
Say to me in writing
words your mouth
could never form.
Write me with the prescience
of my life's light being gone...
-HymnAgen
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
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
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.
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
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
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
