The Alien

Written by: Audonus Taylor

Listen to the sonorous tones 
of silence secluded in sighs,
Blind to every sight of reality,
with kaleidoscope vision and spider 
eyes.
Revisions perfected the proper 
cocktail
for soaring with earth beneath my 
stance.
For the chance of painting smells and 
sounds
with Gomez chanting my trance:

"Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away."

And this skin I live in is alien,
blemished with spots of ineffable 
taint.
Born brown but painted a soulless 
elated,
frustrated in the most creative of 
ways.
And my days are strangers to me 
now.
Somehow, light falls short of bright,
until my heartbeat offers me genius.
But the others, the symptoms, 
frighten
me into a state of absolute 
fascination.
Hallucinations teaching me that the
road less traveled is a cross country 
course.
But my voice is my breath, and I
need not exhale to communicate or 
arrive.

 "Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away."

And this extraterrestrial body of 
power,
accompanied by celestial bodies I 
devour,
give my mind sustenance, and I 
maintain
a connection of thought that 
surpasses brain,
And find myself too evolved to 
cower.
Yet the ominous tone that projects 
my mood,
is merely my mortal attitude,
For what is angst if not the 
experience
my eyes so deftly exude?
But I escape within the rape of my 
own senses
and relate to validity of my own 
defenses,
which become nothing more than 
variations
of suspense, for acknowledging my 
predisposed madness.
And the sadness abates like pain,
Only to regain its sense of reign,
over everything I choose to withhold
from caption.

"Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away."

And I brim with eternal ice,
As thrice rings the hell bell
that summons my darkest persona 
home.
Alone, because I despise the faces I 
see,
who are rarely elevated to the places 
I be,
when creative spark ignites my 
passion 
for words and verse with more fuel 
than flame. 
"And I insane?" asked the novel to 
the editor?
"Be I deranged" To: the prey From: 
the predator?
And never more shall I be labeled 
"okay"
For today is the birth of validation,
A loud voice with no pretext or 
hesitation,
No biased due to respect of 
affiliation,
For will shall supersede human 
limitations,
And grant to me a world only I can 
see,
With vague advice to the few who 
could compare to me:

"Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away.
Get miles away."