the (r)evolution of modern expression pt.1
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the (r)evolution of modern expression pt.1
as the hallmark fell to the predicate,
icy praise was recited, then reconditioned
to appear allegorical. like how rhythmus
measure runs tirelessly 'round collapsed
axiom, till the weather can be predicted
by kindred sound, by the tips of
middle fingers, poised and coiled.
(the lethal venom of heavenly similarities)
so relatable is commonality with its
accessable redundancy. the knighthood
of disposable mockery is humiliating.
pillaging the sanctuary of circumvention.
where ecological systems rotate and natural
aptitude is replaced by unnatural stereotype.
the invasion of vacant culture is upon us...
asymmetry is a demon of schism.
the contempt for deviant perception is
recruiting countless spores of misplaced
proponents. reverberating public outrage,
shaken and stirred at the site of
unfamiliar words.
variance must be denounced, annulled,
and stamped out,
the cliche cries.
an orderly queue will cure the disorder
of regurgitation when order need be restored.
armies of three watt bulbs will black out the universe.
and expression is not a common denominator
when particles come together to form marsh
and evergreen scenery and structures of chaos.
the growth of random form is brilliant in
its revulsion. and disertion inevitably
mutates into exclusivity and eventually praise.
so tell me,
since when did effortless composition
compose cosmopolitan conviction?
when did the moon fill its craters
with impassioned imitation?
and what is shadowed in the murk of depth?
tell me.
© 2007 Mike P.
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I agree with Bucho, I will re-read this piece over and over, I can see it. I do love the way you have paired words in this piece. And I absolutely love this,
"till the weather can be predicted
by kindred sound, by the tips of
middle fingers, poised and coiled."
You have a way about you. |
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Comment by: Bucho Online- 2007-11-13 08:29
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| this is the kind of piece that makes me want to re-read it, which doesn't happen often. unique use of language and description really forces the reader to decypher this one, which i personally enjoy doing. the imagery and the flow were both phenomenal... |
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