There's a wonderful coffee lounge that we love to haunt. It's dark and lovely, has the best service, wonderful food and entertainment from artists with susbtance and passion that is lacking in the pop culture society we have thrust upon us. The Black Sheep Lounge, owned and operated by the brilliant Lucas Spinosa is a place we have come to love. We look forward to our Friday night's sitting at a table, surrounded by art, artists and some of the best dark, rich, velvet coffee I have ever had grace my lips.
Last night, we came for the poetry. We left with a sense of peace, for demons met angels in the middle, and they claimed their right to be.
Dorian Grey: The Beauty of Mystery
The first time I met the poet I was intrigued and needed to sit with him, so I got up from my family, sitting at our table and sat myself down with him. I introduced myself, and we spoke about all things poetry, publishing, inspiration, addictions, the lengths and depths we travel for the Muse. She isn't demanding, we gladly give to her. It's just within us to do so.
This young poet caught me off guard. We poets are no longer a dying breed. We're back in our rightful place: Change bringers to the world at large, without apology.
Last night was the night of the book release for Dorian Grey's latest book of prose The Beauty of Mystery. We walked into the lounge, ordered what I can only say was the best cup of coffee I have ever had. Think dark, rich, chocolaty amazing brew. Nothing added and nothing missed. Just the sweet nectar of the bean....I digress.
On stage, the inspiring Dorian Grey stood, strumming his guitar while speaking out his prose to a room full of avid listeners. I'd be lying if I didn't say that there were words connected in lines so strong that they drew the breath from my chest and brought tears to my eyes. This young man has talent, torture and brilliant ways of delivering his heart, served warm for all to see. Warm hearts were brought to their knees with a truth so beautiful all I can do to stress it's movements and brilliance, is to share here, for you and urge you to support that beauty which is lost to so many in this world.
At the end of the show, I purchased a copy of his latest poetry book and spoke with him a while. We discussed our demons, as we had before. We spoke of how we embrace them, how people fear their own demons, how we invite them to us. Our angels, our demons, our lives so real that they scream out to be shared.
And the truth of it all is that our demons met last night, as they had the first time I interrupted his flow in order to relate to someone with such similar scars. Those scars are the lines we write upon.
So thank-you Dorian Grey for your beautiful way and your musical prose that set hearts afire. You are the revival of all that is needed in this world.
Demons and Angels Mingle
'My demons, they met me when I accepted them'
He told me without so much as a blink
I knew where he was coming from
I knew from the cup he chose to drink.
He talked about not looking, not gazing through
That eyes tell stories so very true
And meeting the demons would make them run
Or sit them at the end of their own pointed gun
So strange as he spoke, that his eyes met mine
And never did they look away
And in the moment my demons met his
And they shook hands in a sacred way
They danced around each others pain
They laughed at the mistakes, the hurt.
And they decided to meet in the middle of hell
And their sins would cultivate in the dirt.
In this chance meeting where shadows bared all
The masters arose in the depths of their souls
The poet took his leave and went back into his depths
And my shadow made peace and silently wept
Our demons make us whole though so many shriek in fear
Our demons teach our stories and make our worlds so clear
And our angels create a space, where we kneel, beg and pray
For the chaos to never end, and in this sacred middle we will stay.
What is it that the others fear, when they see their shadow rise?
Where do they divert their thoughts, when they face their own demise?
Why do they deny their lot, their fear, their faults their fate?
And when will they meet in the middle, sitting atop an iron gate.
Heaven and hell do their battle
They thrust the worst and best
The choices never chosen
While we dance through our greatest tests.
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