"hym" poems
Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
I shall be made thy music; as I come
I tune the instrument here at the door,
And what I must do then, think here before.
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie
Flat on this bed, that by them may be shown
That this is my south-west discovery,
[lang l]Per fretum febris[lang e], by these straits to die,
pmdv3 n="33-11"> I joy, that in these straits I see my west;
For, though their currents yield return to none,
What shall my west hurt me? As west and east
In all flat maps (and I am one) are one,
So death doth touch the resurrection.
Is the Pacific Sea my home? Or are
The eastern riches? Is Jerusalem?
Anyan, and Magellan, and Gibraltar,
All straits, and none but straits, are ways to them,
Whether where Japhet dwelt, or Cham, or Shem.
We think that Paradise and Calvary,
Christ's cross, and Adam's tree, stood in one place;
Look, Lord, and find both Adams met in me;
As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face,
May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace.
So, in his purple wrapp'd, receive me, Lord;
By these his thorns, give me his other crown;
And as to others' souls I preach'd thy word,
Be this my text, my sermon to mine own:
"Therefore that he may raise, the Lord throws down."
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And I'll still be here,
drifting with the ocean waves,
watching birds brewing storms,
painting this heartache dawn with
hypnotic charms.
A letter in a floating bottle,
dwelled with words I couldn't say,
If I fall tonight, I won't be dismayed,
for in lost time and in befallen faith,
I sing this hym of love and
some hypnotic bands will play,
A muse tranquility of sorrows
intoxicating my heart at downtown bar in Bombay.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song, the Paper-Silk Hym.
I have wings like an angel, and grace like a bird,
I feel like the whisper of a secret word.
We touch, we kiss, we dance to the beat,
You whisper to me of a poem we share.
Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song of the Paper-Silk Hym.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
Thump thump foot steps roar
Thump thump till it hits sold core
Wush wush sings the wind
Wush wush goes my hym
Drip drip dances the rain
Drip drip abel blood in hands of Cain
Zzz zzz I sing today
Zzz zzz just wishing and dreaming of another day
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Sublime blues
Midnight moon light
The hym of the abyss can find you.
(The siren calls for her prey tonight)
It was only sinful lust
A robustly thick waist
A jar to slip blood.
She slips into fear of what she's done
(She dips her leg into water)
The water puffs black
The ripples are pacing quicker
A hiss is what she hears
(The night grows larger)
Her dark brown eyes form tears, chaos is here
She feels wrapped in a deformed arm
The panic wakes
The slick hands searches for her body
(The price she must pay)
She turns and prays
The scratch is so excruciating
She screeches 'save me lord'
The hand searches again
(The siren Digs in to take her down)
Her eyes will reflect the darkness
She screams for mercy
She begs for life
The hand hold her ankle and drags her
(She is drowning)
The kelp tangles her in darkness
Bubbles fall from her shaking lips
Her limbs are a stone blue
It was only a sinful lust
(She is slipping )
The fish tail wraps her body into an ocean cascade
Shells and pearl ornaments
The sea creature takes her soul and builds it with strength
(Her life is dieing but her eyes are changing)
She is no longer human
The sea has changed her vision
The siren hummed her to awake
She did not
The night of the frozen
The night of the mysterious
The night of the darkness
Her eyes awoke, finally
She startled the sirens to her
Piercing blue eyes
Eyes of the ocean sublime blue
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
They rode at night in robes of white burning crosses held on high
They had taken the vote and decided
On this night Silas had to die
Who were these men who rode that night
What were they in the day
One a county judge another owned a ranch
These some of the heroes who would hang Silas from a branch
What then was the crime that old Silas had committed
Simple, he went into town, went into the local store
But Silas crossed the line when he passed through the white mans door
So they ripped old Silas from his bed and hung him from a limb
And as his life left him one even sang a pious hym
Would it ever be investigated by the local law
No!!! Because old Silas he was coloured trash, his wife a coloured *****
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
I watched her from afar as she walked to catch up to me
Her arms swinging backwards as she leapt into the air
Her knees came to her chest before she stomped both boots into the puddle in the middle of the yard
A wave of dark sludge flew around her
Splattering her golden locks
And coating the grass in a wet messy slop
She froze only just a moment
Eyes wide and mouth popped open
As if only noticing my observant gaze
Then her laughter rolled out like a hym
Echoing across the grounds
Something so joyous
As sunlight bounced on her face
She was glowing as her mouth opened wide in a gorgeous grin
Back tilted backwards
Her head thrown towards the heavens
Complete abandonment
My inner child tugged within me
Urging me to go and play
To join my Goddess
And drown in her laugh
Away from the shelter my feet stepped into the rain
Driven by her delight
Hesitating only out of fear of driving away all that amusement
My hands craved to be buried in her hair
Kissing her until every broken, beaten crack in her soul was gone
Until the past was wiped from her memory
And she saw herself as pure as the angel in my eyes
My happiness
My joy and pride
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Thou art more deadly and more subversive,
Shall I not see the light beyond darkness?
Withered blown out lonely petals is all I receive,
And subversive kills the unborn within starkness;
Sometimes the soul flames like an oil lamp,
And oft' the life dwells as hym'd;
And every human may behave like a lamb,
By the rhythm or the nature's way unseen'd;
But thy right subversive shall never fade,
Nor sink with evil shall thou stand;
Nor the days of death shall ever be laid,
When the soul glows bright to the end;
*As long as humans can feel, or life that breathes,
As long as this life, which shall not freeze.*
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC