Editing room ( or final cut )

Editing room ( or final cut )

A Poem by Proxy2050
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A poem i wrote articulating my frustration with most established news or media sources

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News cast maims information in the editing room 
the tombs of truth data twisted and contorted to their use!
There it is abused, the public mind blinded with fear and reparation
as long as they pay to keep these puppets displayed on the airwaves preparations will be made 
to evade all understanding! 
It invades the minds of all those seated so that they may not withstand or comprehend, only 
follow suggestive commands. Believing it to be of their own free will.
Buy the ticket, take the ride and enjoy the thrills of deception and straight edge 
perceptions distant from any creative or artistic intentions. Because to see art is to be 
and actualize your freedom as you are art. Art in the making! An alchemic verb, a 
brainchild of the cosmic conciousness, call it god or what not, but what it is has 
always been known and not forgotten, only deep down is it sought, in the depths of our being
the mystic unconscious, fragmented in thoughts obelisk the truth is only part obvious 
but in many it is sterilized as their minds are paralysed, memorised and hypnotized by what's
being advertised before there screen lit eyes, i want to scream at them! 
Not that i will be the one to free them, they can only do it them selves, that is the beauty 
of liberation and free will. 

But its cut up, objectified and diluted in subjective lies 
presented by brazen suit and ties with pseudo honest eyes 
characterized and personified as the crusaders of truth 
so here's captain read the pre written script with the news....

Hi tom, well today every one went about there day with the average mind set
one or two individuals in New York had one original thought
but we wont talk about that, lets talk about the war in Iraq
and pretend that we have some humility and care, 
but lets not question, whether or not we should still be there
because we might loose our investors... they pay our wages
so we know what information gets taken of our news paper pages
we know who to censor, who to tell you to love and hate, 
what travesty went on in the world today to keep our ratings
because we know fear and violence keeps the masses entertained 

© 2016 Proxy2050


Author's Note

Proxy2050
I know that it lacks structure but if you have pointers they are more than welcome

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Added on April 23, 2016
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Proxy2050
Proxy2050

Glasgow, United Kingdom



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