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Xian`Ra. Nuff said.

a divine reflection@ 12:25am

Crushed by the wheels of industry
A cog that never fit
My impact on the world I know
I might well not exist
But over time and trial by fire
And failures I have seen
I never did, nor ever will
Give up my faith in Thee.

(Thanks for the dreams)

one and seven dreams; part one (the Rube)

i’m bringin' a knife
to the biggest gun fight
of my life
and it’s all right
cuz if i
die tonight
at least i
tried to live this life right
2 use some of my gifts
and
treat my people right
in-spite the dirty way you looked at me,
u looked at me like
i was the underbelly of earthworms
was ist dat scheisse?!
i’m unworthy or sum such
guten tag, frauline, but you aint right
a beast like me might do u right
but
u want respect from thug niggaz
u want ballerz who share
and hard core street killers with
soul so fair
u want pretty boys 2 luv u, like these pretty niggas care
baby daddy’s to raise strong suns from behind prison cells
and somethin’ good to finally come from yo life in hell
can’t press rewind now, u did it to yo-self

...and now

u look-in’

at me?

cuz nerds pay bills
and

i might be a geek but I'm a strong black man

so, no thank u ma’am

cuz,
‘round the cornda'and up the block
we embraced struggles, cuz struggles was all we got
we kissed sacrifice on the lips, and grabbed it by the tits
cuz it’s about 2 get back twice what it made a gift
bend struggle over sofa’s and break the back of that b!+@#
4 them times when invisible foes lobbed thought grenades
then laughed as i battled demons in the hell hot blaze
and almost lost my pace,
but like that old time religeon,
i kept my faith
when zombie eyes peered, lifeless from shattered faces
dreams and hopes, forgotten; dried out and rotten
lost hope, lost days,
lost the will to stay
all work and small pay
all hope but no play
day, stacked
precariously
upon day, upon day, upon day
till they all the same
like channel zero n-side my head

...4 no smooth hips to crush close when nights was ice cold misery
no loving eyes
to search the sinister soul and find the good in me
no soft words when rage grew unstable, then exploded out
or the caress of a small soft voice proclaim without doubt
follow your dreams
all seven teen
it’s gon’ be okay, baby ...I got 'chu.
hell storm or whatever
cuz God put us two

two-gether.

so…
here i am with a knife
at the biggest gun fight
of my life

and if i die on broken dreams tonight
least i used some of my gifts
and tried to treat people nice
spite the
dirty way she done me that thursday night
turned her back, walked away and -took my light
yet my soul shines twice as bright.

(this one is dedicated to the Phoenix and the Dragon ...and me)

the Midnight

here i am
like midnight
but twice as bright
implacable like
darkness DONE come to life
like
I'm two a.m. in brogans and ready to fight
or pretzel olive stained

angels
all night

...or 'till I can't breathe right

eyes bright and shining and my smile just might
be mistaken for the HOLY light 

of
galaxies being born 

in the depths of this gifted soul
on the verge of on the precipice, poised on the brink
...aint I supposed to think!?
mind blown
rash decisions, bad collisions
two parts divinity times cataclysm
midnight puttin’ boots to woe
smashing foes
goin’ outta my way to find
words, hues and flows
and doing shows
like shattered hopes living low in the valley of broken dreams
them broken things
thronging your head like a lidocane dream
another sign to you of the end of all things
you can choke on your corporation schemes
or make worlds with words
easier than shootin’ gifts and flows

hands bleed from the work i do.
eyes bleed from the view
mind reels from the utter asininities
of 

…technophile society
hell with a company dream when your vision is real
realer than cold fingers in a freon breeze
-or hurricane mangled trees
the unjust seem blessed in absurd degrees
but the night like me …be
on the verge of brighter things
then comes the dawn.