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 Apr 12 Khoisan
Chelsea Rae
I keep looking back

every couple of steps.

In hope

that I'll turn and see you there.

But I can't stay put forever,

staring down the way

and break every time there's nothing.

I'm walking the line,

because my love deserves more.
Yes, I am a poet
I feed blank pages, words for meat
Yes, I am a poet
I dip in my ink ***, rinse and repeat
Yes, I am a poet
I’m a minor for gold, digging and clawing
All my feelings exposed
Yes, I am a poet
Trading writing for love, to sing with the angels
Down on earth and above
Yes, I am a poet
My blood is my ink, my tears are my heaven
Sail the oceans, then sink
Yes, I am a poet
No tears left to dry, yet feeling emotions
I cannot deny
Yes, I am a poet
You can cut and banter
About form and intent
And about the nature of where
Intensity is meant
But from what is implied
To what that gets said
You've got to give to them Millwallians well met

No one likes us
No one likes us
No one likes us
We don't care
We are Millwall
Super Millwall
We are Millwall
From the Den.
I can't dominate
my cognition
it's a ******' storm
a wild tide
I’m sinking in it
wrapped in it
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition
I could fly
travel in time
leave God behind
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think
beyond boundaries
As I imagine
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's
More's
More's.

~what if~
I Can
~~
I can fly like the wind
everywhere & anywhere—
higher than birds
higher than clouds
splitting the sky as I tear through air.
But do I belong?
~~

Magic!
&
Fantastic!
&
Unreal!

Isn't it?
...
~~

I am no longer human!

—I shed the aged disguise
~~~~~~~~Gliding~~~~~~~~~~~
~into an infinite, shapeless existence—
but where am I?
The sky is infinite & flexible
I feel so small...
Is this true freedom
or am I simply lost?

~~
We all live once—they say—
But we ****** & are murdered—
many times—In many Forms—
committing crimes—
and also falling victim to them—
In sin—in virtue
In love—in sacrifice—In many Forms—
We die & are reborn!
It’s not something
to fret nor worry about!
It’s just a phase
and a play of the world you're acting in.
Acceptance is the great solution—
Bear it for now!
Just as night surrenders to day
& it arises
Sorrow will go away
& joy will bloom like roses ~~

Aromatically
&
beautifully
&
magnetically.

I love you.
Bear it !
You smell like gardenia
as in late spring.

I'm walking away
for I might pluck thee
& you’ll wither by dusk
after a day.

For thy sake
I'm walking away
& waiting for another
fierce bloom of May.
I’m a crybaby
Lying on her lap—so deep.
Reading poems
I’ve written for her
She dares to believe.

She twirls~ my hair—
Twice—twice it entices
Loving the way she ponders
Before she realizes.

I’m a crybaby
Lost in the night.

On her lap
I’ve found my lonely paradise.
~_~
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