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 to hoes


***(hoes, since my sista’s don't feel me)


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.