Join me, embrace me.
Take me in and call me your own.
Adopt my religion and experience my nirvana.
Give into me. Come to me.

Thus is the title of today's Media's agenda.
The title which fuels their un-endless propaganda
To recruit as many of us as they possibly can.

Join me, embrace me.
Take me in and call me your own, goes their slogan.
Give in to me. Come to me…

They grab our attention by showing us light and turning it into gold.
That or any other materialistic miracle that never gets old.

Those of us who need no more persuasion are hooked and are welcomed with open arms.
Those who defect are labelled renegades and rebels and are welcomed with open arms. Ready… Aim…

And you know it's not a game when, out of the silence, a hollow voice whispers.
Not quite a baritone… Insidious as sin.
The voice says, "It's safe to say that I'm ok.
Come to me and I'll take you away.
Don’t be scared, just let me in.
Don’t you want to be my friend?
Come and see what my followers have become!"
And then the television switches on…

The chorus of Rihanna's Disturbia plays and cross fades into Jay Z's Run this town only to be mixed with another song and another after that.
The music is almost tantric but nothing compared to the laser light show provided.

What is this I see inside?
Behind the rainbow and beneath the sky.
A steady shape grows from deep within the Fantasia-like backdrop.
Then appears a bright silhouette of a woman's bare back top
Or in other words, her shoulder.
Hidden amidst the uproar of colours.
Then as I keep on watching, or in other words, behold her…
I see her… I feel like I know her.
Even more so, I feel like I want her!

The temptress in the red dress.
Nothing is too outrageous for her; I can't look away as she begins to sway.
At first she moves so elegantly, with the grace of Astaire and the confidence of Xena But then she twists and turns her sweet ballet into something that even the Lambada would call seductive.
What am I supposed to do? ...
She dances on a checkerboard floor.
Her dress flows like gushing blood.
She looks like she moves and she moves like she knows me…

I steal another glance at her. She wears big earrings with pyramid shaped ornaments dangling from golden chains. Inside them a single eye... Just lovely.

Men want her. Women want to be her.
Come to think about it… Isn’t that how they promote goods nowadays?
****!

What happened?
I look at her again and all I see is nothing???
Why was she taken away from me?
Maybe it's because I'm not allowed to ask any questions!
Because using my mind is old fashioned right?

Now I see what time it is. Now I see that she was false.
As false as the voice's promise.
It was all a mere figment of real life, it must have been.
Because never has my imagination let me down like that.
I blame myself for letting them get to me.
He, the voice and her, the blindfold.
They knew me.
They know us.
They've shaped us.

They have been shaping us since the dawn of time.
They, along with their leader have been trying to lead us astray all along…
In truth I was not surprised when I came to this realization. Simply because it was written in all four books but I was still in doubt.
I guess they got to me and I didn't even realize. Wow…

Clever they are. Give them that I will.
Possess infinite knowledge of the dark side they do.
They plague us with mind tricks and play us like chopsticks.

Their tactics are ingenious yet very unsubtle.
They control us through fake dreams,
And through low self-esteem, enslave us.
They know what they are doing…

Join me, embrace me.
Take me in and call me your own.
Adopt my religion and experience my nirvana.
Give in to me. Come to me…

Ever since mankind had learned to learn,
He was taught and bought.
The infamous "They" have been picking away at us as if we were a giant iceberg, non-stop using only a needle… They have been doing it for over a thousand years. Now we are almost the size of a thirteen inch ice cube and they are in charge.
Our days are numbered and we are melting fast.
Our 40 days aren’t up yet but time is against us.
It's time for us to choose.

Either dance with the devil, and join his rebellion,
Or go with the Ring and switch off your television.

Peace.

I CAN'T BELIVE IT.
NO, BETTER YET, I CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE IT.
I... CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE THAT THE GIRLS I CALL MY SISTERS BE TURNING TRICKS ON SOME MISTERS.
I... CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE THAT MY STRONG, SWEET COCA BUTTER TREATS ARE JUST FREE COOKIES FOR A BROTHER TO EAT.

SEE, UNLIKE SOME, I STAY AWAY FROM TEMPTATION AND THE LUST FOR DRAMA,
BECAUSE WHEN I LOOK AT MY SOUL SISTERS I SEE A VISION OF MY MOMMA...
A STRONG SWEET COCA BUTTER QUEEN.
WITH MORE POWER AND WIT THEN I'VE EVER SEEN.
A QUEEN THAT WENT FROM BABY TO GIRL TO LADY TO WOMAN.
AND NEVER EVER SOLD OUT THE FOOD IN HER OVEN.

... WHAT A SHAME NOW...

TO THINK THAT JUST AWHILE BACK WHEN WOMEN WERE SLAVES... HOW,
THEY FOUGHT BACK SLAVEMASTERS AND TRAINED HOUNDS.
MY OLDER SISTERS STRUGGLED AND EVOLVED.
BUT MY SHORTY'S GAVE UP AND DEVOLVED,
OR SHOULD I SAY DISSOLVED
INTO DEFAULT,
FREE FOR ALLS
IN A COMPETITION TO STAY BLINGIN' FROM WALL TO WALL.

BUT WHO'S TO BLAME?
THE MEDIA? THE FAME?
OR THE TWO THAT GAVE HER HER NAME?
I SAY IF A SISTER IS OLD ENOUGH TO BE RESPONSIBLE, THAN SHES OLD ENOUGH TO GET IN TROUBLE.

... BUT THAT'S JUST ME...

AND YES I KNOW I SOUND A LITTLE OLD SCHOOL AND THAT IM CROSSING THE LINE BETWEEN SOULFUL AND CYNICAL.
BUT I GOT LOVE FOR MY SISTERS,
I'D SHED BLOOD FOR MY SISTERS.
TAKE THE TIME TO GET THINGS RIGHT AND LEARN FROM MY SISTERS.

BUT THAT'S JUST ME!

ANOTHER BROTHER TRYING TO GET BY
IN A WORLD THAT NEVER TEACHES YOU HOW TO FLY.
I GO FROM HARD TIMES TO TOUGH TIMES TO RAW TIME TO WRONG TIMES.
BUT THAT'S JUST ME.

... THAT'S JUST ME! ...

NOW, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A YOUNGER SISTER FAKING THE FUNK STEPPED TO ME AND SAID:
"BUT THAT'S JUST ME."

ID TELL HER; "GIRL, THE REAL YOU IS YOU,
AND NOT THE YOU THAT SOME OTHER FOOLS TOLD YOU WAS YOU."

YOU SEE, PAYING ATTENTION TO SOME LEADS YOU DOWN A ROAD CALLED NEGLECT.
THAT'S THAT LEFT TURN YOU TOOK IN THE INTERSECT OF RESPECT.
WHERE THE BROTHERS WERE MEN AND THEIR MANHOOD WASN'T *****.
DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER?
OR HAS IT BEEN TOO LONG?

YOU'VE BEEN CASUALLY STROLLING DOWN A BOULAVARD WHERE EVEN BROKEN DREAMS ARE A BONUS.
WHERE ALL BLING BLING IS BOGUS
AND WHERE EVEN THE CLOSEST PEOPLE SEEM OUT OF FOCUS.

THAT'S THE YOU YOU LET THEM CHOOSE FOR YOU.
THE YOU YOU WENT AND LOST FOR YOU.
AIN'T NO RESTART IN THESE PARTS BOO BOO.
JUST ASK THE BLIND MAN...
MAYBE I'LL TELL YOU...

As I walk out of the bat cave and into the heat
I put my coat on just to cover my feet

And as the pendulum swings to reverse the curse
The mad doctors trying to flirt with dirt
Fixing to prove his worth by doppelgänging birth.

Man has flawed his Isms
And if we were all prisms
Then the light shining through us wouldn’t light up a prison

And what's all this about changing the game?
Why the fans won't let the last brother play in the main?
Even though he was recruited by the All Mighty King
Tried to erase him from history and even changed his name

Most chose the Rubber
While the true choose the Ring

Most chose the Rubber
While the truth is the Ring

Most chose the Rubber
But the truth is the Ring

Peace.

We steadily crept up the emotional ladder together.
We went from human beings to acquaintances to a more serious matter.

We had break ups and make ups and problems that plagued us.
And if one didn’t pick up then the other would text "Wake up!"

We've been un-together for a while but I'm still infatuated.
I still write her love poems and trip on each man she's dated.
Man, I know I sound over rated.

I can't even think about what she thinks of me.
I recognize that father time hasn’t been good to me.
And recently I realized that, by this time, her hands are probably clean of me.

Man I'm trippin' and I feel like a wreck!
I make the Titanic look like that pussycat in Shrek.

I still remember the time when my heart used to beat,
Like a sweet mellow beat mixed with soulful RnB.

She was definitely a queen and that made me a king
But my queen went to another and that makes me just another brother.

Now please don’t think that in her choice she was wrong.
I admit I was terrible and hard to get along… with.

We're closing in on our Anti-versary.
I hope she's doing well and that she doesn’t want to ****** me.

God I'd do anything to feel her touch.
Just one small slap, I'm not asking for much.
I just miss her…

A word from this Poet, who has loved and lost his girl.
Who has loved and lost the one who forever changed his world.
If you should ever be so blessed…

If you should ever be so blessed as to find that one dime,
That makes you change your mind or inclines you to write a rhyme,
Then don’t let her get away!

Because everyday it gets harder and harder to connect with one another.
And there will come a day when we all give up and say, "Why bother?"

Some say, "Why waste time searching for one person when I can get it on with ten?"
My reply is, "You'll get it on, but after that, what then?"
"What then?"...

THE EARTH MIRRORS SKY,
MIRRORS SUN,
MIRRORS ME.

AND I MIRROR YOU,
MIRROR CLOUDS,
MIRROR SEA.

AND THEY MIRROR THEM,
MIRROR ALL,
MIRROR WE.

MIRROR TEN FINGERS TOUCHING,
FIVE FOR YOU,
ALL FOR ME.