this one just keeps on giving...keeps revealing...a gift of read and re-reads. nice!

I liked this poem a lot

"behind silver railings I whisper,lie not to yourself"
Its an eternal truth - seeking peace/love in silence ..good poem Axilea
-Hira

Brought a tear to my eyes and yet an even bigger smile, I felt every word...

self perception is a fascinating subject - the id and ego dancing cheek to cheek or gyrating in an ancient war dance - self esteem is indeed cognitive to a degree, the trick is to effectively assess our innate abilities with the person we are attempting to project ourselves to be - a powerful force acts upon these personality issues, love - for it is the most powerful an arguably the most important of all values and emotions - so it is vital to be, "To Yourself" true - another tantalizing poem to be enjoyed Axilia - I wish you love and peace my dear friend, Jon Michael

There's a twist of the shaman about this poem. The understated comments like "I'm only holding the universe in my hands" and "I'm not doing much but..." And the ending is chilling, "behind silver railings I whisper lie not to yourself". It makes you wonder what part is the lie? That about the "you" not doing much? or that about fear is stronger than love? or the wasted life ending? or holding the universe in your hands?

I like the juxtaposition between "dark red seconds of eternal dreams" and "songs and words in chipped tea cups". And ya gotta love that inner rhyme in "antidote against narrow scope" which in itself seems like the kind of mantra that one poetic-minded individual might mutter to himslef as a little antidote against small-mindedness. And I think "silver" was the perfect modifier for those railings in your last lines. It's such a cold and prophetic--sounding word with that hiss and vibrating "v"--the color of witches, moonlight, money and ethereal hoverings. Two thumbs up from me. --Charlie

This was an absolutely powerful piece of poetry...Love it!
Cheers,
Dan

maybe I’m not doing much
but I’m holding the love I was given
in dark red seconds of eternal dreams
in songs and words and chipped teacups

... there's such an irony here, Axilea, a pathos, maybe. Certainly more than a match for Blake's "world in a grain of sand". I love the candid, telling detail - almost Plath-like - which, although deftly sparse is absolutely vibrant with visual and emotional energy. That final couplet is chilling with self-knowledge which, coupled with the "walled up bullet in an empty room", makes for a soberingly stark conclusion. Your work continues to strengthen in its concision and fine-tuning whilst wringing to the utmost the weight and worth of every well-chosen word. You deliver your thoughts here with razor-sharp precision and potent emotional accuracy. Am greatly looking forward to more in 2013: all the very best in the coming year. xx

it builds and builds...then...your hearts stops at the lines: you, walled up...finally...the whisper *almost* brings you back to earth--at least you can breath again

This is completely captivating to the very last word. one of my favorites of yours!

lOVE IT, Thanks Axilea, have a great new year and beyond.

Brilliant! Such deeply human poetry and just stunning!
Blessings to you xo
Christine

this piece has much to say and gives itself to many reading to find it all
budd

This is fine poetry, Axilea; thought-provoking and seemingly universal and eternal in theme expressed. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

A lot was delivered within the lines of this masterpiece, Axilea, and I mean big time. Speaking as a reader and an admirer of your work, I can honestly say this this is one, if not the, best I have been privileged to consume. You begin with a crooked smile and before the last line, "lie not to yourself," you have covered enough of life's finery and devilment that it would take a full semester to nit-pick and discover the poem's not so subtle essence. It's all there. The universe in your hands . . .

In this, we see a haunting echo of humanity, a fleeting connection of ephemeral to eternal in the essence of strength made stronger by its weakness expressed in vulnerable invulnerability... another exquisite piece of poetry, Axilea... Happy New Year!

Roger