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Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P.

the (r)evolution of modern expression

About Me

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Not your average artist or poet. Michael Padilla is a tornado tearing through the literary and art world. His vision, fueled by cynicism and passion was greatly developed in his formative years. He was raised in the suburban community of Walnut, California from the middle eighties until the late nineties. It was here that he lived in a blended family of five siblings. His incomparable outlook is perhaps directly related to the eclectic composition of his household. Presently age thirty-one and residing in Pomona, California; he continues to create masterpieces that are unwavering in their message and delivered in a fierce, uncompromising, and thought provoking manner. Michael Padilla seeks to rouse thought through the mechanism of his art in his first showing at Project Ethos. His unique message is definitely unconventional. The experience of his work arouses the senses of sight, with painting; and sound, with spoken word, while simultaneously encouraging one to explore their conscience. He critiques many of the irrational prejudices that plague humankind and cause immeasurable suffering. Hopefully this art can be a catalyst for the eventual eradication of intolerance.To read more of my poetry please vist writerscafe.org and search for Mike P. in the writers search list

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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 predi...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:13:00 PST

(ataxia of the word) the (r)evolution of modern expression pt.2

maybe if i douse my tongue in a tortuous basin of typical prose, i might be able to chop up the syndicate of coded mores of boredom into fragments of aught and be initiated into the foray of linguisti...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Thu, 01 Nov 2007 06:12:00 PST

winds mistaken for drafts

when effervescent calm signals approaching rigor, gravity is reversed and cosmic adjustments set in motion. this transition, provoked by winds chasing the zenith of pier, who feel the order of clotted...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:21:00 PST

Rodent

The frozen caps of brilliant glaciers Slink down winters withdrawn psalms Vapors melt icicle follicles suspended From disgruntled nostrils, collecting a Pool of naturally resourceful wealth Polished h...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:20:00 PST

a possum is not a jesus

there is a blizzard break dancing through the beat boxing levels of Dante's inferno [snow cone sculptures of cthulu] molten ice a drug cartel is hosting tonight's rehab session [junkies for Christ] al...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Tue, 01 May 2007 01:34:00 PST

de facto

catch my urgent peepshow in ardor of rupture in rapture and dense function with legs spread open eager to catch my scapegoat here it comes. hear it hum. there it goes off into the turbulent currents o...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Tue, 01 May 2007 01:33:00 PST

A Naked Nerve

Karen, *Wrinkle, toss, missed the goal* Ahem... Please excuse my chaotic conundrum But it's been a long time since- And I'm confident this (Poem) will find you In your usual miserable spirits I'm stil...
Posted by Art/Poetry/Sound By Mike P. on Tue, 01 May 2007 01:33:00 PST