Cafe Mahogany: Poet Angela

I want to thank everybody for coming out tonight, and to let you know that it is a pleasure for me to reflect your beauty and your grace, openness and your love, I'm enjoying this, so thank you.

This piece is called "Live"....

Unleashing the beast in me means the death of me, and even that's an illusion.
But that's what we celebrate.
The backaches, with the heart aches, and the mistakes, that's what we celebrate.
That's what my ink drew, see that's what we toast to. That's what our voodoo is about.
Releasing faith and embracing doubt in the other man as if he's different than.
Hunting a beast outside ourselves, did anybody catch one yet?
Still we regret the shit that Adam blew, but what would you do?
The ripe crisp temptation.
Red is your favorite color, or green, or yellow.
Bellies full of toxic dreams and schemes of waterfalls and love falling behind, failing to save, make time.
Creation is a dangerous thing if you don't know what you know,
And even more so if you do sometimes.
I feel like a love/hate relationship is what I've given myself so how could I possibly fulfill your desires of pain when I've got misery to attend to?
Gotta unlock these chains of thought so that the pitter patter of my soul can collect the swoosh that it deserves and fly across breasts and fill them with nectar of life.
Soon I'll go away from here and I look for you and you and you to collect my footprints. Put them in a jar if you like.
Collect them in your mind if you want to.
Adjust them in your heart if you please so that we can live.
So that we can live.
Brother we can live, we can live.
Come over here darlin' let's live.
Peace.

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