Rhythm & Poetry / Open - Mic / June 14th

Graffiti Bleu

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

 

               

Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.

Free Drink for all who order tickets online.


Rhythm & Poetry / Open - Mic / June 7th

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

 

               Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.

Free Drink for all who order tickets online.

 


Corporate Boy Slim - A Chapter from the upcoming book: "The Art of Saying NO"

Corporate Boy Slim

     After Cain had murdered his brother Abel, God asked him where his brother was. Cain answered, “I know not; am I my brother's keeper?” Cain's words have come to symbolize people's unwillingness to accept responsibility for the welfare of their fellows — their “brothers” in the extended sense of the term. Much like Able, I had no idea that Corporate Boy Slim was capable of pulling a Cain - like betrayal, whereas I was murdered in a sense symbolically like Able. I was enjoying having real money for the first time when I met Slim. We kicked it on a cruise ship about a number of topics. Mental sparring in every sense of the word. He would grow to be one of my most trusted friends. A brother from another mother. Something was off from the jump though. Little things that would eventually lead to bigger things. For example: If a few weeks would pass and we didn’t speak, he would get bent outta shape. He would give me the speech that made you feel like you were being scolded. “We need to be close and we each need to have each other’s back” Slim would say, with a voice that vibrated at the frequency of chastise. Granted, we were both doing contract work on the road far from home. Yes, it would be wise to keep close contact, so whereas we could monitor each other’s back. His reasoning sounded reasonable. However, I just met this cat on a cruise ship 4 months ago. Was I really the only intellectual “goon” he knew? Was he with the shits for real? Was he street cat on the low that needed other brothers with the shits just incase the beef popped off? None of that was actually the case though. The foundation of his motives were fear. Yes fear. To be clear. I am not trying to paint this man as some kind of punk. It would be easy to write his narrative and twisting the fact to make it seem as if he’s some sort of bitch ass nigga. But Slim was no punk. So I would be a punk to call defame him as such. Through my perspective, his fear was more about people. A skeptical and cynical man, his word view people was odd to me. I would listen to him verbally dissect people. But not in the way that highlighted one’s beauty. To o also be fair, I confess, that I allowed dialogue like this for fear of not being accepted by my peers. So I do assure you, I blame this man for nothing and wish him great fortune. However I have to finish this story. lol #testify

Some times goes by and gets me a job. He is my boss now. Life is good. Or at least it is in my mind, (My brother and I are in here) I wasn’t looking for any handouts and I wasn’t a idiot in regards to this new work environment reality. My brother from another mother is my boss. I not only do I have to be better, faster, earlier and more professional than everyone else. I have to keep the fact that he’s my dog to myself. I am sure, other employees would feel uneasy if they knew. I told Slim this to his face. He agreed with me. I will work my way through the ranks at let my brother do the rest. Little did I know that Slim had other ideas.

There were a number of weird moves that happened shortly after this conversation.

Weird Move #1. My wife at the time confessed to me that she never trusted Slim. I always wondered why she waited until after I accepted the job to tell me.

Weird Move #2. He told everyone on the job we were boys anyway. Thanks. Now they look at me like I’m some sort of snitch/corporate plant.

Weird Move #3. He always compared how long he knew the guys he grew up with, to the time I knew him. Slim would say shit like “I’ve known you for 10 years, but I’ve known them for 20” To which I would say “wtf?” to myself when he did. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why someone would feel the need to highlight that. With the assertion that somehow tried to suggest that I was pressed to be his “Bestie” As if skirts aren’t so much more fun to chase.

Weird Move #4. Remember folks, this is the same cat that would say “We need to be close and we each need to have each other’s back” 4 months after I met him on a cruise ship.

Weird Move #5. Although I won favor with his superiors and excelled at my job quickly, he stayed on my case. His vibe suggested he had done me a favor by giving me the job. He did do me a favor, but I did him one by accepting the job. I had all of the credentials and letters after my name to eligible. to to mention, his other employees really weren’t very hard to beat. At all.

Final Move & Last Straw  This motherfucker showed me his penis. Why would you do that? We were in Europe talking philosophy, life and Christ. We were in a hotel in Germany. I get outta bed to hit the can and I walked by his bed on my way to it. He pulls back the covers as I walked by and bam. I should whup his ass right now but I am 7000 miles from home. Slim has all of the fucking maps and directions. So I acted like I never saw that shit. Ever.

Bottom line. Thank god for all of his creatures. They teach us so much. I am grateful to Slim because he helped me learn what some folks are capable of. Most of us don’t know until we know. The only real way to know what you want is by exploring everything you don’t. I now say “No” to cats who make weird moves like Slim did once upon a time. He wasn’t an evil man, he was just an insecure one. So was I. I didn’t say “No” however until I was comfortable in my own skin, free from insecurities. I said “No” to being loyal for loyalties sake. I am from the school where your word is your bond. So when a cat refers too you in terms of brotherhood and such, it is taken seriously. This incident taught me how to say “No” to the words and pay more attention to the actions. Again, who am I to judge Slim. Just like me he’s a child of God too. This if for all of my leaders out there. All of the true Queens and Kings. Not every invitation is a welcome one.

 

"The Art of Saying NO" (The Memoirs of a Naive Poet)


Rhythm & Poetry / May 17th / Open - Mic

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.

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Rhythm & Poetry / May 10th / Open - Mic

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.

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Rhythm & Poetry April 12th Open - Mic

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

 

Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.


Rhythm & Poetry Feb 8th Open - Mic

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.

Tony from RhythMethod is stopping by for a performance..


Rhythm & Poetry Feb 1st Open - Mic

Dyvacat, & Graffiti Bleu host “Rhythm & Poetry” every Thursday night. Every Thursday there is an Open-Mic for authors, poets, musicians, emcees & vocalists. (Unless we do an artist showcase) We have 2 features on the last Thursday of every month consisting of 1 poet & 1 musician/band. Come join us at Stellar Studios on 202 23rd st Sacramento 95816. We enter, sit, drink & have open discussions on a range of topics from 7:45pm – 8:15pm / The actual Showtime is from 8:15pm – 10:30pm. Rain or shine we start on-time…

Open Mic Night!!! Writers, Authors, Poets, Emcees, Singers, Musician & Comedians all are welcome.


A Hundred Bars of Tough Love

At the table I sit like I've done so many times before/

Sometimes to break bread/ sometimes to wage war/

What more/ can I say/ if top billing/ 

Was already achieved at the hand of mic killing?/

Everything that doesn't give you that feeling/

Like you ate soul food that promotes healing/

Hurt people/ Hurt people is that how the saying goes?/

That would explain why there's so much venom in your flows/

Yeah I know/ it's a blood sport/

Hip hop isn't sweet/

It comes from poverty/

It grew from a seed/

Of rock and roll/

Hold hip-hop accountable/

That’s the goal/

By spitting wild fire till my heart turns cold/

The internet made everyone so bold/

The need for attention has your mind controlled/

Now you are just an actor playing a role/

Validation puppet/ fuck it/ I love you/

Just like me you’re a child of God too/

Even though you always seem to be in a bad mood/

Posing like a killer when you're really not that dude/

If you've never killed anyone in your life/

Can you justify gun bars when you write?/

You can do whatever the fuck that you like/

Even if it's taking short legs on a long hike/

Even if it's spitting wack raps on a dope mic/

Just don't bite/ anything that I write/

Razor blade your left side/ knowing it ain't right!

And I know it ain't right giving you cuts/

Metaphorically with words/ matter of fact you know what?/

Right now I'm like an older brother fucking you up/

You're yelling for your mom/ but she doesn't respond/

You're yelling for your pop/ begging for me to stop/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ they both know that/

This is that new/ that feels like a throw back/

O.G. cat/ hungry like a new jack/

Y'all thinking face tats/ I'm thinking baseball bats/

Diddy shit when I swing so tape that/

But we all know tape cannot fix a cracked bat/

So I rethink the way I’ll attack/

Peep out differences/ tell you what the business is/

Lyrical murder without witnesses/

I cram to understand what y’all think this is/

Y'all thinking guns at the video shoot/

I'm thinking B.I.G. gimme the loot/

Y'all buying blouses, thinking it's cute/

I'm thinking Guess jeans and Nautica boots/

In the spirit of counting a blessing/

I'm glad you're thinking at all/

Even if that thinking is small/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ with no chorus/

Tougher than the leather that’s worn by Chuck Norris/

Tougher than the path that’s laid out before us/

Tougher than Durant determined to out score us/

We create reality/

So do ghost writers in the game/ make fantasy real?/

Selling their souls/ for crumbs they call meals/

Modern day slaves/ with 360 deals/

I was offered those contracts/

Sign your life on the line/ right next to where the X be at/

Stayed independent and never looked back/

Put in work/ watched the catalogue stack/

Then I react/ to the track/ by giving you straight crack/

Digital download/ or paperback/

Or maybe you’ll discover/ my story in hardcover/

Or maybe you’ll discover/ another poetic brother/

No matter how the game go/

It cannot be said/ that I did not let y’all know/

What time it was/ and how I think w’ell grow/

Style and substance every time I flow/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ for those faithful few/

That understand/ why I do what I do/

Others may have/ an opposing view/

Or hate my guts/ and that’s okay too/

I will not/ betray myself/ so I that I honor you/

To myself/ I must stay true/

Even if it means I have to kill your crew/

Anthrax letter from Mr G Bleu/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ and lyrical bars/

Hoping y’all know/ who you really are/

Knowledge of self/ helps us go far/

One/ with the Sun/ Moon/ Earth and stars/

Salute to the universe/ Source energy/

and to everything we don’t understand/

Salute to everyone/ who don’t give a damn/

About how many likes they collect on the gram/

Salute to Sacramento/ and every part of New York/

Thugs with cases pending in court/

All the women done dirty and the brothers they fought/

and every lyricist killing mics for sport/

This is a hundred bars of tough love/ for them old cats/

Overly critical when young niggas rap/

Emcees over 35 please don’t act/

Like we weren’t weird niggas once way back/

At the table I sit like I've done so many times before/

Sometimes to break bread/ sometimes to wage war/

What more/ can I say/ if top billing/ 

Was already achieved at the hand of mic killing?/

Everything that doesn't give you that feeling/

Like you ate soul food that promotes healing/

Hurt people/ Hurt people is that how the saying goes?/

That would explain why there's so much venom in your flows ~

 

  • GB

Closed..

To prepare for our big event  on the 25th of January. We will be closed on Thursday January 18th. 


Inside of This Fantasy

Inside of This Fantasy

I am torn/

Like a child who’s parents just got divorced/ where the mom as well as the dad both told the child separately/ “I would love for you to live with me”

That same child may have a fantasy/ that the divorce never came to be/

I am torn/

Like an independent artist who loves the game/ but can’t win a single solitary dime for playing/ empty pockets can fill any mind with conflicting thoughts of a starving artist/ thinking con artist/ is the only way to get a deal & eat a meal/

That same artist may have a fantasy/ that the masses will love them for who they are and not who they pretend to be/

I am torn/

Between the fabric of this reality/ the teachings of my spirituality/ and the very definition of fantasy/

Fantasy is defined as: the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable/ Impossible or improbable?

Meanwhile the spiritual masters who give me council/ give me earfuls/ of insightful & delightful/ perspectives of infinity/ that tell a different story entirely/

I am torn/

My spirit guides tell me that we are all the creators of our own reality/ and that I should stay tuned in/ tapped in & turned on to this energy/ since it is the same creative energy that creates planets/

Dammit!

To be quite candid/ My connection with source gives me the belief that nothing is impossible or improbable/ and should I connect with a partner who felt the same that together we’d be unstoppable/

So for the 2nd half of this poem/

I am no longer torn/

I am as focused as the sun’s rays through a magnifying glass/ & this focused light I shine on you/ knowing the warmth will return to me/ I invite you to join me inside of this fantasy/

Inside of This Fantasy/ you & I love each other completely/ not just me/ loving the fact that you stay trusting me & fucking me/ & not just you loving what I’ve done for you lately/ Inside of This fantasy/ we both vibrate at the frequency of harmony/

Inside of This Fantasy/ you & I/ never lie/ no matter how sweet the gain is of the short term/ Inside of this Fantasy/ matters of jealousy/ envy/ pride & ego/ we discuss openly/ grow from & learn/

Inside of This Fantasy/ I am not intimidated by your strength/ & you’re not intimidated by my faith/ I see the angels in your eyes & you see God’s light in mine/

Inside of This Fantasy/ we are both very comfortable sexually/ Inside of This Fantasy/ I drink your passion hungrily/ until your love is all over me/ spontaneous & uncontrollably/ until I dominate you physically/ and you drain me of my very essence as I fill the insides of your belly/ & now we have little yous & little mes/ inside the confines of a family/

Inside of This Fantasy/ all that matters is you me & she/ She being source energy/ you being the Queen that’s free/ to be with whomever she chooses but she chose me ~

 

  • GB