YTube Vid of the Week: Why I Think This World Should End

So much chaos is taking place around the world and its becoming an eye opener for many of it’s inhabitants. War has always been a factor in making this world we live in seem more corrupt. But when it comes to the entire well-being of humanity as it pertains to Love, Loyalty, Happiness, Peacefulness, and etc., I beg to differ. People have become crueller and uneasy as time surpasses us. So why should the world continue to spin if the people who live in it are too selfish to nurture it as it yearns for proper care?

Let us take a moment and wake up to what’s really happening in the world today as Prince Ea tells us why he believes this world should end in this week’s YTube Vid of the Week.

They did an awesome job with this one didn’t they? Would you say you agree with what is being said? Leave your comments below.

Are you an avid reader?  Then you’ll love the last YTube Vid of the Week from Baltimore hip-hop artist Gillateen. Read Why You Should Read The Alchemist On Doc’s Castle Media.

YTube Vid of the Week: Footprints of a Mother by Solution

Finally! I have a new YTube Vid of the Week! It’s been a minute.

This week’s video was done by local hip-hop artist Solution. He’s come with some good ole spoken word.Inline image 1

 Hip-hop artist Solution, reappears from his music hiatus with the release of his new spoken word “Footprints of a Mother.” This new release is a dedication to all mothers who have left lasting impressions on the lives of their children. Solution is currently working on a separate project expected to release later this year.

He’sssss Baaaacccckkkk! (Check out more on his YouTube Channel.)

Honestly, this video should have been posted on Doc’s Castle Media around Mother’s Day. But would it have caught your attention today if I posted this video around the time that everyone published something about their mother? Uhh, no! SO…I had to be different, of course, and post a month and some days afterwards. Ha-ha. Are you still thinking about mom? You should be.

Never forget about mom! Do you love your mom? Comment with something nice you’d like to say to your mom in the comments below.

How would you react if you saw a woman harass her boyfriend in public with no remorse? Watch the last YTube Vid of the Week: Violence is Violence on Doc’s Castle Media.

Chapter 1: Venomous Addiction

You ever felt the cold strike of love pierce your warm skin?

Fangs release venom into your bloodstream and you feel it run a course from within.

Fearing it would reach your heart, you try to suck it out from where it was injected.

It has moved so fast that the rush makes you nauseous and woozy; the signs of being infected.

You stumble onto the bed and slowly reach for the phone.

Make a call to your closest friend and they’ve noticed a change in tone.
“Hello? Hey, what’s wrong? Why do you sound like you’ve been drugged up?”

You confess “I know you told me to leave her alone but I think I messed up.”

You continue to explain how her love bit you and was slowly having a hold on you.

And that you think once the venom metabolizes it would be a part of everything you do.

Your friend tries to help you by coming over but you begin to lose interest in the words they spoke.

In the middle of the conversation you feel a sharp pain and clench your chest; you were having stroke.

You black out and gained consciousness in the hospital lying in a still.

A doctor stood over you asking a series of questions to see if you knew what was fake or real.

The doctor told you that you went into shock after the venom had run its course.

And that the only way to avoid another episode was to inject a dose into your heart by force.

Although your friend tried their hardest to dissuade you, you indisputably agreed.

But the doctor warned you that continuous use could lead to selfishness and greed.

Diagnosis complete, the doctor releases you to the public.

Thus you began your mission to find the only bite claimed to be therapeutic.

Upon returning home, you notice the one who put you in this predicament.

You rush toward her to express your resentment.

Before you could speak, you’re once again caught in her gaze.

The seductress grabs your neck and tastes you again putting you in a mild daze.

Instantly, you whispered serenades of nothings into her ear.

She suddenly releases her grip; her heart frozen in fear.

The sound of your voice vibrated from her neck to her chest.

It made her blood boil and activated her adrenaline leaving her body unable to rest.

A melody so sharp it entered every chamber in her heart.

Made the world spin around her and had her pulse off the chart.

The seducer had become the seduced initiating a vital change of roles.

Now finding a new seductress and changing her have become your primary goals.

This new power changed you making you colder and calmer.

You have gone from a man to a siren of love. I welcome you glorious Snake Charmer.

-C. Davis

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Read the last poem by C. Davis on Doc’s Castle Media, Nephilim: The Fate of Hell’s Heathen.

Chapter 5: The Dreamscape

This feeling is scary and enticing, is it not?

Choosing a path filled with endless possibilities and failure ready to take your spot.

Now the first order of business is to flush this empty canvas.

Waves of cerulean rushed from the soles of my feet becoming an ocean deep and enormous.

I gathered clumps of the present blue and threw it into the air.

It merged with the white sky and the dark hue slowly disappears.

I stand at the epicenter of my world beneath the serenity of my sky.

Telepathically resurrected a land where my feet can rest and in turn a place where my head can lie.

I was beginning to get tired and found a position that was right.

The sky, closely watching my eyes, reflected my feelings and turned day into night.

I awoke to the gleaming light of the sun climbing over the horizon.

It warmed my skin and fueled the bulb that contained today’s new conception.

I decided to bend and forge a new ground beneath me.

Erected a small, spiked spire and reduced it into sand then merged it with the sea.

From that point on, I was unable to concentrate the creativity that flows out of me endlessly.

So I began to meditate, reciting mantras, in order to communicate with a higher being spiritually.

My eyes proceeded to open up slowly and my physical form rested in front of me.

And there I witnessed vines and roots emerge from the ground and proceed to ensnare my body.

The roots elevated above me and intertwined themselves to form a gigantic tree.

The vines gave birth to an Eden that bloomed with colorful, multi-pedaled lotuses for all to see.

It was evident that my physical form, filled with knowledge, provided nutrients for these organic beings.

Roots sifted through each artery and vein until they reached my core continuing the inner hollowing.

My body was soon to undergo another metamorphosis.

And I reminisce how I’d changed from beast to monster then reduced to a man with life as the catalyst.

Suddenly my spirit inquired about the development of a new host.

It needed to be hardened by experience and able to turn failures into transparent ghosts.

Slowly I receded into the nutrient-rich earth ready for body and spirit to become one.

The unification had been completed and a new installment of my dream had begun.

Gaia displayed my new body by splitting herself open; A painful C-section.

And the villagers, comprised of plants and animals, raised my body in celebration.

I initially stepped onto this earth with same means as all humans; to change it.

But I learned to do that which others couldn’t do which was to love and respect it.

My new purpose is to constantly rebuild every aspect that exists.

Expanding my dreams to the farthest of corners of my mind no matter what obstacles subsist.

Hopefully the dreams will live vicariously through the lives of my next generation.

For the possibilities present in the dreamscape are never ending.

-C. Davis

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Catch up on more of C. Davis poems! Read Chapter 4: Becoming A Man.

Chapter 4: Becoming A Man

Every night since the forthcoming of my metamorphic change

Success seems to continuously linger outside of my range.

And as daunting to me as this occurrence may seem,

My subconscious also continues to recreate for me the same sequences of a dream.

I, a lone wolf, tired and ragged, stumble upon a colony full of sheep.

I bare my fangs at my prey but what I really want to do is sleep.

I’m seated at a table with an umbrella to keep me out of the sun.

I sip my water with my head down for I was on the run.

Immediately I’m approached by a sheriff with his revolver pointed and holstered by his hand.

He calmly sits down in front of me and asks “What are your aspirations? Any future plans?”

At that moment I awake with my t-shirt soaked from a rush of cold sweat.

As if the message was that the art running away was the same as welcoming my death.

Sunlight pierced through my blinds screaming rise and shine.

No more incessant rolling around, time to get up and grind.

I packed my things and prepared for my life long journey.

Carry the memories of my loved ones so I won’t be so lonely.

The first step was hard; I hesitated when it came time to touch the pavement.

The second step was worst; the asphalt started to reflect the heat filling me with resentment.

And the journey begins forever etching my footprint into the Earth.

Now it’s on to prove to myself, ultimately, my worth.

Left, right, left, right; watch the young trooper remain focused on his march.

Soon hours turn to days and the journey slowly removes my foot’s natural arch.

Time for a pit stop for I am hungry and tired from enduring life’s test.

Served encouraging thoughts on a warm plate in order to induce a serene meditative rest.

Suddenly I jump up bloodshot eyed for my slumber didn’t go as predicted.

I’m forced to rise with the moon and the sun for there is no rest for the wicked.

Days have turned to months and I no longer want this adventure to be over.

I smile at the coming times where I will indulge on the moments of getting older.

I’ve met others who like me have gone on a search for self glory.

Each person I encountered offered pieces of themselves and shared their story.

Those tales helped strengthen my resolve and thrust me forward.

Maybe in the future I’ll bear witness to the delicious fruits grown in my orchard.

Years have passed and look at how far I have come.

Strong willed and goal driven. I’m proud of the man I’ve become.

My eyes have sharpened to the point where I can clearly see the road ahead of me.

It was plagued by the encounter of another road perpendicular to itself creating a large T.

I walked to the center of the road and pulled out my flashlight.

The light revealed two possible futures when shined from left to right.

Riddled with conflicting choices, I closed my eyes for a possible solution.

I dropped the flashlight and proceeded to engage a revolution.

My mind’s eye was soon blinded by what seemed to be an array of spectral beams.

Follow me as I create my own path within my lucid dreams.

-C. Davis

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Have you read chapter 3 of Team CREATE? Read Chapter 3: Metamorphosis on Doc’s Castle Media.

Living Vivid

Doc, there’s very few blogs that share the same passion as you. You’re the only one who I can reach out to and get a response when I want someone to share my work. Where’s the promotion? Where’s the support? No one even cares about me. WRONG! People, People, People, stop sounding like a cheesy commercial that’s ran through the entire middle of the night on the UPN network. Are you even looking? There are so many blogs out there who are willing to help you reach success. I’m starting to believe that you guys are blind. Let me tell you about a blog called Vivid Visions.

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Vivid Visions is a blog intended to showcase the creative talents in Baltimore City. Yes, Baltimore still has a few good people out here that are trying to look out for ya. Anything from poetry, music, art, modeling, and fashion design, Vivid Visions is there to support the talent that people feel goes unnoticed. Just like Doc’s Castle Media, their desire is to show off gifted people that they have talent. But of course, it all comes down to the work artist put in to achieve what their truly looking for, success. So Vivid Vision looks for talent to display on their blog, as well. You have no reason to complain that no one in Baltimore has a good heart and doesn’t want to support their fellow Baltimorean.

Vivid Vision’s team is so dedicated, it consist of 7 major people who are willing to help you reach for your dreams. The creator of Vivid Visions, Ryan Chance, developed a team with six of his artistic friends to help him create his blog, George, Brein, Destiny, Dre, Riva, and David. All seven of these creators play a huge role in building Vivid Visions to become a success. Ryan strongly pushes toward sculpting a family atmosphere amongst his team. Looking at the picture above, it doesn’t look like he’s having a hard time doing that either. Everyone looks like they’re ready to take on the role towards determination. I hoping that I get the chance to work with them. Also, he’s aiming to introduce every member of the Vivid family to anyone who follows through their “Vivid Introduction” vlogs. (You’ve got to know that I’ll be tuning in.) The team hopes to continue on building for the future and growth of Vivid Vision as they see the talent that they seek grow as well. Vivid Visions is most definitely on the rise.

Do you like what your hearing about Vivid Visions? I’m sure you do. So make sure you follow this group on Twitter at @VividVisions, now. Also, make sure you check out the Vivid Visions Blog. Support them and they’ll support you!

Do you have a creative juice to share? Well, send me stuff. You could be the next to article on Doc’s Castle Media.

Do you know of any fashion movements in Baltimore? Read about the B.U.L.L.Y. Movement?

Chapter 3: The Metamorphosis

I rest frozen on my knees and my head tilted toward the sky.

My eyes slowly turning white as my old persona proceeds to wither and die.

The ghosts of my past further the process to obscure my vision.

My soul desperately struggles to escape this bodily prison.

Muscles are ceasing function and brain no longer performing synaptic feats.

I’ll just pay for the actions of my sins and accept my defeat.

But what I noticed before arriving to my final moment.

Is that my soul refused to accept any forms of judgment.

What most don’t know is that the soul continues to thrive when the mind and body can’t be operated.

And in some cases the body and mind become anew and life is reincarnated.

Before I could step towards embarking on a new expedition

My soul guided me to a grand tapestry woven of past successes and malfunctions.

It was hard watching my life standing right before my eyes.

All the scars, pain, and anguish I inflicted on others; I wish they were all lies.

Suddenly my nerves produced a spark; a sign that regeneration is taking place.

In response, opaque eyes released translucent tears that streamed down my face.

Each tear I shed relinquished a sin embedded beneath my skin.

I was beginning to forgive myself and consciousness swelled from within.

My soul soon began to grow to an uncontrollable size.

Its purpose was to entrust me with a new body as my prize.

The shell of my former self slightly grew then cracked at the pressure.

The light from my soul pierced through the cracks creating luminous fissures.

After a sequence of breaks, the light receded below.

Silence filled the air and the shell appeared to be hollow.

Suddenly the shell broke, dissolving into fine powder.

And there stood a being glowing with profound power.

Inhaling and exhaling, my lungs filled with air and feeling refreshed.

I have arisen from my ashes as a phoenix masked in human flesh.

With a new life and new purpose, it’s now time to develop a new plan.

Headed toward a brighter future; guided by events of the past. This is my journey to becoming a man.

-C. Davis

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Have you read chapter 2 of Team CREATE? Check out Chapter 2: Enter the Monster, now.