MetaMedia, MetaMedia
MetaMedia, MetaMedia
Interconnected, beyond all detectors
That outline vectors in line with sectors
Secular, Black American Sub Culture, I’m of that horrid species
Horticulture in the Culture Vultures that sit
Top of Mind, fit in the Bottom out no doubt
Of consciousness where the rhyme prime, primordial not anyone, but “It”
And the subconscious guess
There’s always more, It implores, and I explore
All paths to “It” in the info, in the syncopation.
Wade in the deep, no God no Lord made, I didn’t pray for “It”
I made peace with “It” right where “It” needs to fit
In the desperate description, in the complex mind-body depiction
Of “Its” fact beyond fiction, and the parameters
On all meters, I MetaMedia Manifest Measure
Stress the InWyrd in the liters upon all lexicons of manage by “It” more or less
“I Believe”, I conceive, yes
May in Sound of Blackness Dhark Wash that obsidian glory made in the great American chaos
Experience exclusively, inclusively by my other counterparts
That makes manifest the “All Lives Matter” that anti-black ideologues start
To depose dimwitted feelings abstract from the imposed truth, a paradox confession box
Closed off from your reality, third eye wide open to mine
You will know and find what comes to mind
In the media that meets in the discrete diction
Between fiction and nonfiction that super
Duper, a natural common human with all kinds of acumen
Right there, left where we share reality
And there is no shield, any letter can yield
For I am a Wedge Breaker armed with the Wryd that herds
All forms of Reality platformed digitally, analog or binary
That no kingdom comes only me; from the human that’s got “It” inward
Reality unnerved, persevered in the divinity of humanity’s shared memory
I upon “It” to make it fit for the attention I seek to speak for the meek
Month to month, week to week
Whatever clever bet gets me on the stage
When I turn the page and the world turns
On the overture that ensures
My place on the tiny whiny semantic soapbox
That unlocks the doors ways to integral integrity paths
Beyond the math of your innate being the better half that wields
That Emphatic Staff that graphs your morality
Through InfoPoetics; The MetaMedia Dialectic of “It”
Full of heart and half of wit, all of “It” will fit
Squaring the circle at the tip that pins the points I manifest in
This Dhark Space Jazz joint you digest in grooves
And rhymes you can’t rebuke, you can’t juke you on a path
Colliding into me, in MetaMedia Sentience
Taking “It” all in stride with me
Oh, I know, and how “It” go
You can’t believe or conceive “It” coming from me
I am the ascended sender of this MetaMedia Message
And you are the transcended receiver that keeps “It” in mind,
You’ll find “It” pinging and ringing in you internally.
