the (r)evolution of modern expression

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
accessible 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 clich� 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 desertion 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.

Author's Note

A revolution/evolution is brewing...what side will you be on?

Reviews

[Sexy Jones]

I stopped sending read requests after I sent you one because I had the urge to read something that you wrote.

I know you have a brillant mind.

"where ecological systems rotate and natural
aptitude is replaced by unnatural stereotype.
the invasion of vacant culture is upon us... "

I might just be high or just a nerd but, I love how you stuck two three syllable words among a bunch of two syllable words. I enjoy reading long words. Understanding them reminds me that I'm smart.

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

Excellent, well said, crafted by an artist, meaty filling, and above the norm!
-Rocks!

[Steve Thompson]

You are a really good writer man, and I can't give you a crtitcal look like other writers can, like Emel, but it was a poem that stood out freom most of my reads. I love the way you write, and I will follow some more of your writings.

[Emel Kay]

This poem is saying quite a bit, and I do enjoy that. I also enjoy the force that is behind the piece, and the want of the writer to push the reader to pay attention and be wrapped up, an ability I have noticed many writers fail to incorporate. However-
The amount of Latinate words really make the mind drag through the poem, which makes it difficult for the reader to 'stick with it' as it were. There is a fine balance between the ability of a writer to completely express what they want to show, and expressing so much that the reader feels like there is a brick wall between themselves and the poem itself.
It required me to read each line literally, and then try to figure, on my own, what the writer was trying to express. allow me to use an example:
the knighthood
of disposable mockery is humiliating. (The raised society of cheap jokes is humiliating)
pillaging the sanctuary of circumvention. (robbing from the sacred place of going around)
where ecological systems rotate and natural
aptitude is replaced by unnatural stereotype. (where life systems spin and talent is replaced by unnatural pre conception)
the invasion of vacant culture is upon us... (the invasion of absent culture is upon us)

Individually I understand each line, but when put together it seems that each line is isolated from each other line, that there is no sequence to follow. However, this is not to say that this pattern is always so hard to grasp, with such great lines as : "since when did effortless composition
compose cosmopolitan conviction? " which is probably something that will stick with me for a very long time, simply because of it's wonderful alliteration and its great question. Also, "asymmetry is a demon of schism.", which, really, just rocks. Also, the isolation of such lines help the reader pay attention to them, which helps out alot.
I don't want you to think that I'm bashing your poem because it's hard for a layman to understand, I've just bumped into alot of poems like this when I was an editor and I have found that the writer tends to know exactly what they want to say, but get so caught up in the language they don't ever get around to it. Let me know if there is anything that you want to discuss further, I 'd be happy to.

respectfully,
Emel

[Samson J. Krupnik]

it's mike p back to crush skulls, suckers!