Graffiti Bleu is the "Pen Name" of Novelist/Author/Poet La Mont Anthony Wright, the deepest writer you've never heard of...
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
My Humble Apologies to Those Who Pretend...
I was once very critical of those who
pretended to be something they were not. I once held myself in high esteem in
regards to being exactly who I said I was. Certain individuals of my past (in the confines of romance) have been
the type of females who cared a lot about what people thought about them; as
well as what people had to say.
Now then…
None of us are 100% immune from that sort of “vanity” and I am not certainly not judging. However, certain ladies in my past have been what I would consider obsessive over the lengths that they would go through to present a certain appearance… Especially ones who were living the exact opposite lives of the ones they were presenting to the public, friends and family. My new found wisdom tells me one thing. I owe any romantic partner in my past that has done this the humblest of apologies. I apologize for being critical toward them on this topic. For I now realize that I was not as authentic as I thought I was. The mind is a powerful thing. With it we can create our own reality. Creating that reality will attract certain energies to it. Especially the energy we are emitting from ourselves.
I presented myself in the past as someone
who knew exactly what he was worth... but in light of my current pain, I know now
that I was living a lie. Just because your mouth says that you have high-value
doesn't mean you truly believe that to the core. Let me digress... when some
people view themselves as broken damaged or “fucked-up”
if they see you as strong and not damaged or “fucked-up” they often try to break you. Breaking you down to their perceived level of themselves which makes them feel better. I allowed myself to be broken by people who
love in this fashion. I told myself that I wasn't broken because of it but in
reality I was ignoring the fact that I was. I was telling people that I was worthy
of a love that was patient, of a love that was understanding, of a love that
was selfless in nature, of a love that was not ashamed to display love or be
loved. I told myself that I was worthy of a love without fear, of a love you
can build on, of a love strong enough to build a legacy on. A love that couldn’t
stop a storm, yet refused to let your knees buckle under the pressure of the
rain. I told myself I was worthy of a love filled with tolerance and cultural
understanding, empathetic wonder and curiosity. My mouth said that I was worthy
but the sponsoring thought in my head was that I was not. And of course… the
power of the mind being so strong, it gave me what I felt I was worthy of not
what I said I was worthy of. My humble apologies to those who pretend for I am
no better than you. I must bid you farewell now, for I am no longer like you. I
forgive you because I too have fallen short of the glory. But I know exactly
what I'm worth now and I believe it wholeheartedly.
GB
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Underground or Underground #HustlerzCode
"My husband, my mentor, my lover, my friend. The only thing better than exploring your body was experiencing your soul. Listening to you share your wisdom while you accepted my truth without passing judgement or implementing boundaries. Making me live the life of the Black Butterfly you insisted I be. I am yours because I choose to be. No cages, shackles or burdens were ever placed on my wings. Making every day spent with you a day where my spirit would fly. The shower was filled with my singing, while my back bones were filled with your rhythms. You constantly told me how you loved me and I constantly told you how I loved you more. Your kiss is what life feels like when it’s lived to the fullest. I sigh in your presence and you gaze at me with the wonder of a child with an old soul. You love me well beyond utterances that profess a mechanical response to “I love you” Talking to you is as easy as breathing during the best sleep of your life. Tasting the way you think through conversation. Drinking from the well of your inner peace added fuel to my fire for you. Connected by every possible thread of our spiritual existence; I felt the cosmos move out of the way for what you and I made real. My King… where are you now? They tell me you’re a terrorist although you’ve never been arrested or charged as such. My King… where are you now? They tell me you are somewhere at the bottom of the sea, but they’ve never found a trace of you. My King… They tell me to move on from you but I search for you relentlessly. I examine the blue lines of the paper and follow the traces of your pen. I will not stop until I find you and our love is one again…"
- Amber Love Smith
Opening Prelude for the "Hustler'z Code"
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
Just My Thoughts: The Warrior Drums of Her...
Just My Thoughts: The Warrior Drums of Her...: She came to me like warrior drums in the distance/ Love was on the march towards me/ Yet the rhythms were different/ Steady and t...
The Warrior Drums of Her...
She came to me like warrior drums in the distance/
Love was on the march towards me/
Yet the rhythms were different/
Steady and true restoring the faith that love is persistent and constant/
Mute on any music that says otherwise/
Her love came to me seemingly random like the water that flows down the rocks
of a waterfall/
Random however is not what it was/
Her love is by grand design/
It has purpose/
It has purpose/
Fearless just like the water it floats on/
Fearless just like the drums that it pounds from/
Purposefully opening my heart to the glory of him~
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