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A. to Alien
by Axilea MU
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I contacted an alien
under torrents of glowing rain,
impatience throbbing
in a bottomless, passionate soul in storm.
I felt its awkward likeness and greeted
the texture of difference.

I got in touch with an alien,
its face lit from an unknown sun,
its ageless youth the answer to my answers
and, from across the border,
we touched, although the touch of my skin
was poison for its system,
we kissed, although its lips were like tentacles
and I felt a tight grip around my heart…
then we fell,
shaken with the rawness of a revelation.
We fell
deeper into awareness
deeper into the unknown…
from across the border
that we had betrayed:
a limit invisible to the
unleashed soul,
that only exists
in that part of one’s mind
where things are learned by heart,
repeated day and night,
until they are meaningless
- that’s where frontiers live.

I have spoken
to the alien,
forgotten how a voice should sound
(in a world of gravity and cables),
heard its signal of silence,
given away my mortality.
It hurt us both
skin, hair, carapace injured, broken,
but we learned
how to explode
of the word        “alien”
(we eloped and we will never return).


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Reviewed by Art Sun 11/22/2008
Another interestingly work of illusive reality Axilea, though it doesn't seem so when one reads through the very core of those thoughts you express...your escape and or grasp of the idea one can touch upon the skin of an Alien is like the galactic adventure into the universal invisibilities. One must learn oneself into the ability to become or join those worlds hidden within their own dimensions...
Reviewed by 000 000 10/14/2008
Where things are learned by heart. This one line says it all in your fabulous writing!
Reviewed by Liana Margiva 10/12/2008
...'Under torrent of glowing rain, impatience throbbing in a bottomless, passionate soul in storm' -------Very beautiful, I love this words!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by David Hightower 10/9/2008
Axilea - Intriguing and complex poem. From the literal alien to the figurative all kinds of possibilities present themselves. I see it as speaking of the alien within ourselves that we must love to transcend

Especially liked:

a limit invisible to the
unleashed soul,
that only exists
in that part of one’s mind
where things are learned by heart,
repeated day and night,
until they are meaningless
- that’s where frontiers live.

and the last lines:

but we learned
how to explode
of the word “alien”
(we eloped and we will never return).

Reviewed by Sheila Roy 10/8/2008
This is what happens when we grasp the unknown - a deeper understanding of life. Very original work with a sensual feel.
Reviewed by Dale Clark 10/7/2008
"alien" it is and such a unique piece, love it!
and oh please return ;)
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis 10/7/2008
Crossing cosmic thresholds - akin to crossing thresholds we carry within; how can we separate the two? We each carry our aliens with us and in confronting and melding, we can transcend our state of being - evolve. Very insightful writing that is both intellectual and spiritual.
Reviewed by Ted Bossis 10/7/2008
never in doubt your raw-essence and porous nature.~.Then you share it with ease ~()~ evol._.ted
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 10/6/2008
Ah...conjoining with an alien and having your horizons broadened. Great. Love the story and wonderfully told. But if you are never to return, please send a message back from whereever. Love it. Liz
Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 10/6/2008
Blissfully wonderful tale that eludes to so much, bravo!!!!!!

Be always safe,
Reviewed by E T Waldron 10/6/2008
oh what a delicious story/poem! you should do a series,i love the intensity of your connection and how the alien felt,more please;-)

Reviewed by Gene Williamson 10/6/2008
Axilea (a beautiful name): I love the writing, the rhythms, the
thought behind the writing. I felt the presence of the alien...
and love the wrap-up. -gene.
Reviewed by Charlie 10/6/2008
A cosmic cnidarian? Oooo, I hope not (remember Dani's poem?) But, to be spoken to--to speak without the restraints of gravity, tongue and gutteral throat-noise, what a dream-- like a whale song in your mind, sound waves bouncing from your id to your frontal lobe... just to hear your name spoken that way-- a Revelation's white stone holding your sacred name-- reverberating in your mind. What else could the truest of all loves be? Goodbye earth, to be sure! Words like 'alien', 'stranger'-- all sorts of stereotypes become cosmic dust... and weight shifts from shoulder and physical form, to words--to meaning--to depth. --Charlie
Reviewed by Felix Perry 10/6/2008
Love it!!!!
Nessa as always your subliminal messages flow and ebb through your words like molten passion capturing others hearts as you go.
Reviewed by stan nassano 10/6/2008
I am in constant awe of your orginiality[...{sp}maybe not a word but don't care] and creativity....of course I will need to reread to grasp the intended meaning...i like it
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 10/6/2008
Sometimes our life is like living in an alien world. I found this poem to be quite enlightening and thought provoking.
Thank you for sharing this piece.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Reviewed by John Flanagan 10/6/2008
Axilea, I like the relaxed style of this, its easy narrative and natural rhythms, and of course the quirky ending.
Reviewed by Linda Law 10/5/2008
COOL. lindalaw
Reviewed by jude forese 10/5/2008
glad to hear you eloped and didn't become alienated ...

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