{"id":1985,"date":"2013-01-14T07:05:33","date_gmt":"2013-01-14T12:05:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/?p=1985"},"modified":"2013-01-14T07:05:33","modified_gmt":"2013-01-14T12:05:33","slug":"twisted-reality","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/poetry\/twisted-reality\/","title":{"rendered":"Twisted Reality"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media? I certainly do. The treatment of Lance Armstrong strikes me the same way, I see hidden agendas in many elements of this matter, and feel sorely troubled.\u00a0 These troubling thoughts prompted this free-form verse &#8211; however, many elements are applicable to anyone who realizes we\u2019re manipulated daily by masters in deception\u2019s art \u2013 the mass-media.<\/p>\n<p>Pardon it&#8217;s raw nature, or not &#8211; I don&#8217;t care.\u00a0 {Yes, I do &#8211; or I wouldn&#8217;t hurt myself, and trouble you.}<\/p>\n<p>Without further ado, here is another strange, rambling poem \/ song. Composed to the silent sounds of Pink Floyd in my memory.<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>~Twisted Reality~<\/em><\/strong><\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Why strip the wings<\/em><br \/>\n<em>From those who cannot fly<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Show us something more<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Than this unreal dream<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Not true reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Not the place I want to be<\/em><br \/>\n<em> This false reality.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Snap a picture of a scowling face<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And splash it all over the place<\/em><br \/>\n<em> That man\u2019s clearly insane<\/em><br \/>\n<em> He\u2019ll do anything for gain<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Least, that\u2019s what the mass-media<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Tells us, and tells us,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> and tells us, again<\/em><br \/>\n<em> no care they show,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> for another\u2019s pain<\/em><br \/>\n<em> in current reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> We wonder if it\u2019s fair<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Does the world not care.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The world we live<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Is not a dream<\/em><br \/>\n<em> But it\u2019s not real<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Everyday<\/em><br \/>\n<em> someone tears our dreams away<\/em><br \/>\n<em> rips and shreds<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Our fragile reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The mass-media lies<\/em><br \/>\n<em> The truth they easily hide<\/em><br \/>\n<em> With deception far and wide<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Scowling pictures make the man<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Into a monster true<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Sending texts to me and you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Their lies never cost our trust<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In their old reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Social media might be the way<\/em><br \/>\n<em> uncover all the old way\u2019s lies,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> there is no agenda here<\/em><br \/>\n<em> one day the truth might be<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Everyone\u2019s reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Social media lights the way<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Throw the newspaper away<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It has no place with me,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In my new reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Rip off my crown<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Tear me down<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Throw me to the ground<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It\u2019s where I want to be<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Thrown from your reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Come take me by the hand<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Lead me to a better land<\/em><br \/>\n<em> A place where people care<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Where no one stares<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Where they see me<\/em><br \/>\n<em> as who I strive to be<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Not what the mass-media makes of me<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In their old reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Discredit me<\/em><br \/>\n<em> When I don\u2019t do what you<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Want me to<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Look in the mirror<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Before you cast that stone<\/em><br \/>\n<em> For it, you will atone<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In the new reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> We can\u2019t let him win<\/em><br \/>\n<em> No no, not again<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Someone stole my life away<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I woke up one day<\/em><br \/>\n<em> To find it ripped away<\/em><br \/>\n<em> But I don\u2019t know why.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Or which reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I woke up again today,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> this nightmare, still in play<\/em><br \/>\n<em> found my titles stripped away,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I never rode those rides<\/em><br \/>\n<em> It was the drugs that did,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Least that\u2019s what they said<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Does that make those years<\/em><br \/>\n<em> disappear\u2026<\/em><br \/>\n<em> vanish into smoke,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> in a haze of dope.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Is what they say the truth,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> No, not to me<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Their undone tests and proofs<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Don\u2019t show the real truth,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> least not in my heart.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Not, in a fair reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Rehashed tests and<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Contrived lies that seem true<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Don\u2019t that make my climb<\/em><br \/>\n<em> into the saddle<\/em><br \/>\n<em> A lie\u2026<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Not in my eye.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Not, in my reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I never rode those hills,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> There were no ups and downs,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> All I did was lie, and steal<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Least that is the way,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> They\u2019d have you think of me.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> So believe them or me,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> That choice is up to you,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> This is your reality<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Ends come, and I go<\/em><br \/>\n<em> my life, is finally my own<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Cause I\u2019m a self-made man<\/em><br \/>\n<em> at the race\u2019s end,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> My conscience, is clean.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I\u2019m who and\u2026 as I am.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In all realities.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> ~<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Does anyone remember the crucifixion of Michael Jackson in the court of public opinion, as hosted by the mass-media? I certainly do. The treatment of Lance Armstrong strikes me the same way, I see hidden agendas in many elements of this matter, and feel sorely troubled.\u00a0 These troubling thoughts prompted this free-form verse &#8211; however, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1985","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1985","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1985"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1985\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1985"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1985"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1985"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}