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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

We can complain about media.. or we can create our own.. #podcast

We can complain about media..

or we can create our own..

http://gbleu.com/category/podcasts/

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Karma of Passive Aggression #poetry

At this point in time many of us have realized two basic truths/

The first is this fact/ How folks are/ and how folks act/ might not match/ like your two thumbs do/

Number two/ There is karma associated with everything we do/

Before your mind contemplates/ or deliberates/ the karma we make by being fake/ please allow me to elaborate/

How folks act/ and how folks are “not matching” (in this case) is in reference/ to folks that are passive aggressive/

Those folks that avoid confrontation at all cost/ as well as forward motion or progression/

Left back in spirituality school/

Thinking it is hip and cool/

Showing up to class without class/ or the notes from yesterday’s lesson/

Carrying burden around like it’s a blessing/

Fool/

Choosing burden and oppression over freedom of expression/

Making life uncomfortable for them-self/ a slave to their inner rage and aggression/

Now bold talk and big bluffs/ from those who ain’t that tough/

Brings me back to the second point I made on line three/

Before your mind contemplates/ or deliberates/ the karma we make by being fake/ please allow me to elaborate/

There is karma associated with everything we do/ is in reference to/ the circular nature of the universe/

Meaning the energy you put out will most certainly return to you/

Sort of like how the soul returns to god/

Take me for example/

I was too passive to speak back in the day/

Even though I had plenty to say/

I would get walked on lyrically by emcees who spit aggressively/

My Karma/ regret and dishonor/ knowing I would have killed had I just went harder/

Present day/ No sons and no daughters/ Just God in closed quarters/ Tea leaves and hot water/

Went from inspired chaos to lyrical order/

Went from news watcher to street reporter/

Speaking live from the concrete jungle, brown bricks and gray mortar/

The Karma for believing I wasn't worthy was the reality of my own thoughts/

The karma for living on my knees was wobbly legs when I finally stood up/

The karma for living fake was a failure to recognize the real/

The karma for loving fearless is accepting immortality/

The karma for spreading my wings was flying away/

The karma for living a dream was being awake/

The karma for teaching a student was learning a lesson/

The karma of passive aggression ~

Monday, May 30, 2016

#Poetry & #Politics with @916Jenny on this episode of Just My Thoughts #podcast

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinker is poet, slamMaster Jenny Davidson. We talk politics and poetry on this episode Just My Thoughts.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/05/26/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

An open letter to the N.A.W.A.L.T.

Not All Women Are Like That/

This is a an absolute fact/

Few acknowledge you/

Or the selfless things you do/

Even less acknowledge your very existence/

I want to do so and more/ so I will testify on your behalf/

I am grateful every time you make me better by challenging my wisdom/

I appreciate the calm way in which you handle me/ when I challenge yours/

I love the respect you have for my core/ the energy you engage it with/ and the fearless way you include me in your thoughts/

There are women who are suspicious of everything because they simply can not be trusted themselves/

You are not her.

There a women out there that will only date what they can control due to insecurities/

You are not her.

There are women who view men like a lumber jack views a pick up truck/

You are certainly not her either.

I salute all who see a man for who he is to the core and judges him on his own merits. One’s who believe a man’s value is inside his honor and integrity more so that in his assets and resources.

I salute all that believe in transparency and leave secrets to recipes and deodorant sticks/

Thank you for the selfless way you allow me to penetrate your body/ Encouraging me to be the gentlest savage I can possibly be.

I applaud your maturity and serenade your growth in spirit.

I love you the way dragons love fire/ I will put you in verse as long as blood pumps through the veins of my fingers.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

#OnceUponATime there were 2 lovers...

#OnceUponATime there were 2 lovers who were ordained to teach each other love's true nature as well as the nature of people...

One lover was a man who saw himself as invincible, the other was a woman who saw herself as broken...

She hid her brokenness behind a mask of ego and lust. Keeping her lover drunk with passion, hoping that her secret would never be told...

But her lover discovered her secret... But saw her brokenness as merely a crack in a vase filled with roses...

Shamefully she rejected his love... Even though he gave gentle kisses to mend the crack in the vase... Her vanity could not accept the flaw...

She betrayed her lover... Then tried to justify her actions by attempting to break him so that he would have the same perceived flaw...

She successfully broke him, but not in the way she intended. For he had a vase of a different clay.

The vase in this story represents vanity.

The flowers inside the vase represent love, making the crack a perfect metaphor for fear.

And just to make this things a bit more clear in the hopes of making you aware...

The vase cannot hold the water the flowers need to flourish.

So if fear is the crack that means that love is undernourished.

Again I say she successfully broke him... But his vase was forged from a different clay.

It was one part ego and two parts of naïveté.

She called out to him from the top of a high rocked cliff with promise in her voice and insecurity on her tongue/

She was done/

The cliff represents her life/ She pushed out of her space, plunging him to a the rocks below/

whoa/ Shattering his ego/

It looked like spiritual death at 1st, but I assure you death was not what it was/

The ego cannot die until the body does but it can be broken down/

To explain I will flip the flowers in a vase metaphor/

Imagine the vase shattering after being pushed off of a cliff/

The flowers that lay amongst the broken pieces represent the man now free from the shell of the ego/

Thus the flower represent self in this case/

The flowers were in water which represents love as it did in my earlier example/

Water is inside the stems of flowers/

The water in the stems eventually evaporate and head toward the sky/

The floating water represents our true selves which is the soul/

Completely born again to do as it pleases…

Friday, April 29, 2016

There's No Money in #poetry (Why is that?) #podcast featuring poet Kelvin Rowe

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinkers are Actor/Poet Kelvin Rowe & Carolyn Blakey.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/04/28/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu

Monday, April 11, 2016

Just My Thoughts: Battle of the Planets #poetry

Just My Thoughts: Battle of the Planets #poetry: Looks like I am in a different space these days/ To best describe this inner space I’ll use outer space as a metaphor/ ...

Battle of the Planets #poetry

Looks like I am in a different space these days/

To best describe this inner space I’ll use outer space as a metaphor/

I dance with the planets in spirit form and verse in manifesto/

If you were empathic enough to see/ the universe inside of me/

You would see planets spinning around the Sun/ traveling through the blackness of space/ like a comet that has some place to be/

A divine vortex pulling us in its gravity/

The Sun represents me moving forward unapologetically/

The planets represents my inner peace and surrounding harmony/

Gravity of course is love metaphorically/

Moving like love moves has you move rhythmically/

And love’s music is so sweet to me/ it often changes how I see/

My eyes no longer belong to my ego/ making my reactions less likely to be emotional/

Every thing appears to move slower now like a fancy ad or promotional/

Campaign/

In a slow motion flow/ where alpha males pop champagne/

ask women for their name/ but instead they receive game/

in the form of a flipped question/

“Before I tell you my name, how about you tell me your profession?”

I thoroughly understand female nature/ and no ladies, this wisdom doesn’t inspire me to hate ya/

Just know I’m familiar with many forms of deception and manipulation long before I date ya/

I thoroughly understand spiritual warfare/

So if you go against me and I act like I don’t care/

It’s not that I don’t care/

I just have sense enough to know that a relationship between mediocrity and excellence will go nowhere/

The same goes for a pretentious person and one that’s sincere/

I am no longer bothered by cats that won’t fuck with you unless they can exploit you/

Without a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of what the fuck else are they going to do?/

I thoroughly understand why the weak are quick to “click up” /

If they were weak riding solo around the strong they’d have to man-up/

I throughly understand poetry politics and why I am rarely asked to feature/

That same political thinking makes Kardashians rich and underpays firefighters and teachers/

And since the game is designed to promote the shallow and stay away from the heavy/

Why would I get upset over breaking bread lyrically with your spirit, when your spirit just isn’t ready? /

Now let’s go back to the metaphors that are planetary/

Looks like I am in a different space these days/

Some think they’re in that same space/ looking to have a star war/ or/ a battle of the planets/

But they are in a dimension where stars wan’t to be seen and me and my Earth want to vanish/

My inner space/ gave me a taste/ of what peace can be/

Now my mind ice skates as it creates figure eights/

of Divinity and Infinity/

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Just My Thoughts: Positive 2 Negative (ISSM) Fuckery 2 Fuck That Shi...

Just My Thoughts: Positive 2 Negative (ISSM) Fuckery 2 Fuck That Shi...: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/03/24/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu I walk in spirit with God's...

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinkers are Model/Actresss/Personality Aye Yo Jazz & Concious. We chop it up about industry politics (fuckery) and how to turn negatives into positives on this episode of Just My Thoughts.

Positive 2 Negative (ISSM) Fuckery 2 Fuck That Shit #podcast

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/03/24/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinkers are Model/ Actress/ Personality Aye Yo Jazz & Conscious. We chop it up about industry politics (fuckery) and how to turn negatives into positives on this episode of Just My Thoughts.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Just My Thoughts: So... you want to Write a Book?" #podcast intervie...

Just My Thoughts: So... you want to Write a Book?" #podcast intervie...: I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today&#...

So... you want to Write a Book?" #podcast interview with Author, Book Promoter Joey Pinkney.

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back...

I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinker is Author, Book Promoter Joey Pinkney...

"So... You want to Write a Book?"

Graffiti Bleu chops it up with one of the most active literary figures in the game on this episode of "Just My Thoughts"

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/03/17/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu

https://about.me/joeypinkney

Saturday, March 12, 2016

A Tribute to the Notorious B.I.G. by Graffiti Bleu on Kulturezine Radio #Podcast

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinkers are DJ Feel X from Atlanta. Helping us celebrate the legacy of The Notorious B.I.G. with a special mix.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/03/10/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu-1

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Just My Thoughts: #storytelling 101 Graffiti Bleu reads his favorite...

Just My Thoughts: #storytelling 101 Graffiti Bleu reads his favorite...: "Storytelling 101" Graffiti Bleu narrates his favorite verses from his favorite books & discusses why they work well. ...